golden // it oneshots

six: high as hell

high as hell; stozier
word count; 1228
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CW: homophobic slurs in like the first sentence

"get out!" stan's father yelled. "i don't want a faggot in my house any longer! get out stanley!"

stan stood, stunned and on the verge of tears. he stared at his father, but he was not that anymore. he was a stranger, an abuser.

"what are you waiting for! go!" his screams echoed off the walls like a rubber ball against concrete.

not like the curly haired teen had any other choice than to leave. it was go, or get beaten for not. it seemed as if either way, he wouldn't win.

so he left.

giving his father the middle finger on his way to the door, he grabbed the door and pulled on the knob.

as he was walking down the street, he could feel the rabbi's eyes on him. the eyes of regret, not for kicking his own son out for being gay, no. regret because he tried so hard to raise a child only for it to come out as that.

and that thought fucking hurt.

he couldn't help but replay the terrifying moment that just occurred. donald uris' words stung like gunshot wounds in his head.

it was all too much. too much to take in, to handle.

then he ran.

he ran as fast as he could, with a strict idea of where he was headed. stan wouldn't stop running until he got there, no matter how much his lungs or legs hurt.

after seven minutes passed, he arrived at the tozier household. as much as he didn't want to admit it, richie was the only person who made him feel safe. though he was terrible at helping you with your problems or being serious. it's kind of a win-lose situation.

stan stopped running at last, his lungs burning up. he walked tiredly to the side of the house and stood below richie's window.

the teen picked up small rocks from the garden to throw at the glass, missing almost half of them.

it wasn't long before richie got the hint, opening the window to see stan standing there.

"will you let me in?" the boy called weakly.

"what the fuck are you doing here, stan?"

"just let me in and i'll tell you, dipshit!" he yelled back, making it clear to richie he was in a bad mood.

the black-haired teen ran down the stairs to unlock the front door, stan immediately barging inside.

"woah, slow down buckaroo." richie said, turning the other boy around and grabbing his shoulders. "what's wrong?"

"do you wanna fucking guess what's wrong?" he fired back, wanting to scream. he didn't want to scream at richie, but more at the world-at his terrible excuse for a father. he just needed a way to let out all his anger.