Confession 2.

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Y/n's P.O.V

It's been hours after you crying your eyes out and you did want to be bothered till the door has opened you heard the wood floor creaking
At this point you didn't bother. If you died you died, what would make a difference you were already in a continuous pain that wouldn't go away. You heard the steps get heavier as you kinda got the realization that this wasn't anyone trying to kill you this was someone who was trying to comfort you. Your room door knocked tiny knocks echoing making your head hurt "go away bill I don't want your fucking pitty" of course bill didn't listen I mean after all I am his best friend he's helped me but ether way this couldn't be helped, he walked it and took a look around my room "G-Geez Y/n t-this place is a f-fucking m-mess" I tried to grab my voice together "good then leave" he walked over to my curtains and opened them up while I buried my head into a dark corner "I-I heard y-you s-screaming" I wanted him to leave the More he reminded me the more he made me want to cry and scream and punch and kick "Fuck off" I hated talking to him like that but after all I was always the strong person to him who helped and seemed cheerful and just breaking down and crying in front of him
Nope "was I-it r-richie" that's it that name made me break down tears going down my face and making my pillow sopping wet Bill got up and for the first time in many he was brave he was determined he was a big brother almost "I'm gonna make Richie pay for what he did" No stutter no hesitation just straight up left and ran even left his bike is he insane?! I threw on a hoodie and sweatpants and shoes He was already by gone I frantically looked around threw my hair up in a messy bun and ran towards Richie's house

Richie's P.O.V
It's was probably three hours that happened and I realized my jealousy came over a bit the way she kissed Eddie's forehead made me wanna punch a hole in his stomach I had finished crying and my eyes were a bloodshot red and my face was red and puffy my hair was dark and messy while my glasses were off. Didn't care where I was going but I needed to go somewhere hopefully to my parents house I was walking with my bike when I realized I was going the right way To my parents house I rubbed the back of my neck and continued walking thinking about how to avoid bringing up this topic Halfway to my house I had saw bill. I wasn't up for any of his bullshit as he got closer I noticed his fist clenched and his walking turned to heavy stomps He finally reached towards me and grabbed me by my shirt collar my bike fell my glasses fell and I was frozen
"W-what did-did y-you do t-to y-y/n!!" I gulped and my breath hitched "let go of me your fucker I don't know what your talking about!!"
I really didn't last time I checked I was the one in pain she hurt me! I pushed bill off of me and we ended up wrestling on the floor I went to grab my glasses when I noticed they were gone and someone was standing above us I looked up to see who it's was "Y/n??" My voice soft and my eyes crying with me not even knowing I couldn't see much without my glasses but I felt she was there
"Bill leave him alone he didn't do anything it was all me I was wrong! Go home and we'll talk later" her soft voice got deeper and more stern I wiped the tears falling from my eyes and she bent down to me and handed me my glasses I put them on and for a good three to four hours I've seen her face again Not how I imagine. Bloodshot eyes puffy and very red she had been crying too "did..did I make you" she stopped me and wiped my last tear away "No I made myself cry, richie I'm sorry I" I cut her off and held her face to mine "Y/n I'm sorry it was me I was too jealous" Am I really saying this right now "I've liked you from the start" I really am saying this "and I always found a connection with you and what I've been trying to do is see if you" I was cut off with a pair of sweet soft lips connected with mine my eyes lit up and my whole face was numb "I do have feeling too richie"

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