(A/N: Alot of this chapter is from the point of view of Richie)
(Pov: nobody)
"M-mom?" Bill said running down the stairs me following behind.
"Yes sweetie?" His mom says from the kitchen peeking her head around the corner to see why we were running down the stairs.
"C-c-can E-Eddie stay with us? H-he ha-had t-to r-run aw-away"
Bill's mom looked at Bill then back at Eddie. She could tell the boy was not ok. Eddie is was shaking to much to be ok.
"I'm sorry Bill but the answer is gonna have to be... No. We can't keep a runaway it'll get us in alot of trouble"
Eddie could feel his tears rolling down his checks, and without thinking Eddie ran out the door and ran even more once he could hear Bill trying to call him back, but Eddie felt like he couldn't see the sad look on Bill's face. So he didn't turn back.
(Pov: Richie T)
"God damnit!" I could hear my father yelling and something hitting the floor. I couldn't tell if it was a remote or if it was my mom. I was scared It sounded bad. Really bad. I could hear his foot steps get closer and closer to my room. I pretend to be studying so he wouldn't think I was slacking off. I held my breath as I heard my door handle jiggle. My dad barged in.
"H-Hi dad."
"I TOLD YOU BEFORE DO NOT CALL ME DAD" I could tell he was drunk I could smell it on his breath. "M-Mom said s-she would leave you i-if you kept drinking"
That got me a smack to the face. Sending my glasses flying they hit the wall and broke.
My mom had walked in at the perfect time. I could tell he hit her. But she also seemed....Drunk?
"Wentworth get off him" My mom slurred her words clearly to drunk for her own good.
Please just listen to her. I guess me not answering wasn't good in his book because next thing I know I wake up covered in my own blood and in my bed.
I rolled over to see what time it was and could see it was 9 am. I knew there was no point in trying to go back to bed.
I get out of bed getting in to my closet to choose an outfit.
A band shirt and a pair of ripped jeans should do it I thought to myself humming along to a song I heard to other day.
"I guess I should see the damage caused" I mumble under my breath I go over to my mirror that hangs loosely off my door.
Holy shit! What the fuck! I was thinking to myself tracing my fingers over the damage on my face. I can really see the damage when I put my glasses on.
I take a quick shower to get all the blood off wincing when the water hit my face. It felt like I was being stabbed. The water like a blade on my cuts. Once I got out I put Band-Aids on the cuts. I head downstairs and go in to the kitchen to be met with a note and a box. I open the box figuring it was for me. Inside was a new pair of glasses.
'We will be back we are just picking up groceries. Don't do anything stupid. And your father apologizes.'
"Tch' yeah right he most definitely doesn't mean it." I say after balling up the note and thowring it out. while putting the new glasses on I hear a knock on the door and decided to answer it.
"Are you Richard Tozier?" The man appeared to be a cop.
"Yea?" I said hesitantly. Pushing the glasses up the rest of the way. The man break's the news to me that my parents died in an accident. In that moment I felt my world falling apart.
"W-what? W-when are the coming h-home?" The cop looked at me clearly pissed and not wanting to be explaining to a kid that his parents are dead.
And just like that the cop says "They won't ever com-"
"RICHIE WE'RE BACK" I was pulled out of my daze with my mom announcing that they we're back. My mom could tell that I found the glasses. "I got you new glasses because I felt bad." My dad said coming up and putting a hand on my shoulder. I roll my shoulder to get his hand of my shoulder but it didn't work he just grabbed on tighter
I nervously laugh showing that I'm uncomfortable, but I guess he didn't get it.
I guess my silence proved that I didn't want to talk to them. My dad let me go and I run up to my room.
"Richie always hides in his room." I just barely got that when I was going upstairs.
Well maybe I wouldn't hid in my room if you guys were actually good parents. I thought to myself when entering my room. I shut the door as carefully as I can, once I slammed my door shut and got my hand broken in the door by my dad. I was home schooled so I don't ever have to explain the cuts and bruises.
I must have been staring at my wall for a while because when I look at my clock it was almost 7 pm.
"RICHIE DINNER" My mom called me and I ran down the stairs.
Through out all of dinner I barely payed any attention to anything anyone was saying. Until my mom asked why I wasn't eating.
"Oh I um- I ate alot at lunch" I say pushing my plate away.
"I'm just gonna go to bed I extremely tired" I was clearly lying but my mom didn't want to fight with me.
"You have to eat. Your going to school tomorrow." My dad seemed weirdly calm.
"Like a real school" my mom grabbed my hand giving it a little squeeze.
I pulled my hand away. And like that I ran upstairs to my room, not caring that I slammed my door.
I curled up on my bed and started sobbing. I don't know why I was crying maybe it's because I don't have any friends. Maybe it's because I'll have to lie about why I look so utterly fucked. I also don't know how or even when I fell asleep but I did.
"Richie sweetie it's time to wake up." My mom gentle walked over to me giving me a backpack. My mom was always my favorite. She cared at least.
"Thanks" I half mumble. My mom kisses me on my forehead. I give her a small smile and with that she walked away. I let out I breath I didn't know I was holding in. I look down deciding that my outfit was fine.
I walk over to the mirror on my door my my checks were puffy and red.
I look so gross. I thought to myself. I go back to my desk grabbing my backpack and putting it on. I put my Converse on. I run down the stairs. My mom said good morning smiling warmly at me. She also told me that dad was at work so he couldn't see my leave. I was happy about that.
I say my good-byes to my mom giving her a hug before going out into the bitter cold. The cold bitting my checks and adding a red tint to my nose and checks. It was an early September day. I can see other people start to gather at the bus stop. The bus soon arrives. I'm one of the first ones on making sure I got an empty seat. A boy comes over to me in a small light blue sweater.
"This seat taken" the boy's words were soft. I gently nooded my head yes. He sat next to me giving me a smile. I smile back. He sticks his hand out I shake it feeling how soft his hands are.
"I'm Carter!" He says settling it to the seat a bit more.
"Richie." I say smiling at him. We talked and laughed all the way to school. It felt nice to have a friend. It turns out the me and Carter have alot of classes together.
(Time skip to like a couple of weeks, sorry I'm lazy :c)
Me and Carter have been dating for a while now. He's sweet and all and very pretty, but he can be really harsh if you don't do something his way. But that didn't matter to me. All that mattered was I had somebody who cared about me. I heard a knock on the door.
(A/n: I had to get the story out so I just left this chapter on kind of A Cliffhanger so yea-)