𝐖𝐞𝐥𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐇𝐚𝐰𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐬 𝐋𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐫

1. I'm Suffering

September 30, 1984

It was the first thing he thought of after the fist stopped flying. That he needed to die. He wanted to die and he wanted to do it himself.

Richie ran out of the house. Not caring if people saw his bloody bruised face. He never, ever wanted the losers to see him like this so he ran to the shore of the quarry. That was his only safe spot when he needed to be alone.

He was out of breath so he sat down crossing his legs. The breeze flew through his slightly curly hair. Sweat was dripping from his forehead, some of it drying from the breeze.

He looked down into the green unclean water, seeing a copy of himself. His hair was a mess. His face was littered with bruises. His left eye beginning to turn purple and blue. His nose dripped his least favorite color, which looked bright as it flowed against his pale skin. His coke bottle glasses that were far too big for his face were crooked. His cheekbones seemed to be sticking out further than usual.

His clothes were absolutely horrible. His favorite hawaiian shirt ripped, along with crimson stains. You could see his collarbones and his rib cage through his David Bowie shirt.

Richie let out a breath, then grabbed a cigarette from his back pocket. Flicking his lighter, letting the flame dance around. Placing the nicotine-filled stick in between his lip. His face heated from the small, old lighter as he brought it towards his cig, lighting it, allowing the bitter taste to fill his mouth.

His thought went through everything that has happened today. His own insecurities got to the best of him as he couldn't help but think that he somewhat deserved what had happened.

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Richie let out a small sigh as threw his skateboard into his front yard. He groaned slightly as he entered his house once he heard a loud thud from his parent's bedroom. Maggie probably fell again. And of course, Wentworth is probably out hooking up with one of his patients as usual.

"Wentworth? Come here." Maggie slurred slightly, her voice much lower than usual.

"Of course! Fucking drunk again." Richie mumbled, fuming as he walked up to his parent's room to give his mom aspirin. He walked slowly through the door frame seeing Maggie swaying slightly. He walked cautiously towards her.

"Here Mom, let me help you." Richie said softly, slowly grabbing her by her elbows and sitting her gently on the unmade, spotted bed. He crouched in front of her, giving her a small tight-lipped smile. He then tucked some strains of hair behind her ear. "I'll be right back. Okay." Richie got up, his knees letting out a light crack.

He walked swiftly towards the nightstand and began grabbing some medicine. But he was yanked backwards and turned around, he let out a small gasp. Maggie began to pull him closer towards her, and she began to kiss him on his neck slightly.

"M-m-mom! Mom! Stop, your fucking drunk. Please stop." Richie said scarcely. But she wasn't listening. She pulled away and start to dig her nails into his hips. His thoughts were all over the place, his body was frozen, he couldn't move, he was stuck. He knew Maggie mistook him for Wentworth when she was drunk sometimes but he never thought in his life she would come to this point.

His mind went completely blank. Richie couldn't set his mind around what was going on. He pushed onto his mother's shoulders hard, causing her to trip on her own feet lading onto her bed.

But the worst had begun Richie heard a door downstairs slam. He tried to get out of there before anything got out of hand but Wentworth was already coming into the room.

Maggie began to scream as she realized this was her son, not her husband. Wentworth's eyes were popping outside of their sockets as he saw his wife and his son looking like a mess.

"HE FORCED ME. I-I-" Maggie screamed, even though she was heavily intoxicated she always was able to trick her husband. Wentworth's fist closed tightly and his chin clinched. He walked towards Richie and gripped his shirt tightly.

"N-no I didn't! I swear I d-d-didn't do anything!" Richie explained, as his voice cracked from fear. Richie always stood his ground when his father was raising his fists but at the moment the teen couldn't help but cower in fear as his eyes watered.

"HE'S LYING!" Richie began to tremble realizing there's no way out of this. Wentworth released the cotton in his fist, then threw them into his sons face. He didn't stop until he was satisfied with the damage he caused.

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Richie took in one final puff of his cig before throwing the butt into the water.  Richie stood ready to put rocks into his pockets, ready to end it all. Until someone came and interrupted him.

"Richie, what are you doing here?" Richie turned his head not expecting to see that person here this time.

"Stan?" It came out as a question as if Richie wasn't sure if it was truly him.

"Fuck! What the hell happened to you?" He asked as he took in Richie's face which was turning purple and blue face.

"Ran into Victor and Belch. They found out I was fucking their moms." Stanley groaned. They both were silent until Richie finally said something.

"I know this is a lot to ask Stan the man, but do you think I can sleep at your house tonight?"

Stanley knew right then and there that Richie wasn't explaining the whole situation. He wasn't acting like a fool using his usual antics. He was being dead serious. Something Richie Tozier struggled with.

"Yeah, you can." Stan simply said. Stanley knew that his parents adore Richie, sometimes in fact he felt that they love Richie more then himself. Stan set a hand onto Richie's shoulder but was quickly pushed off from Richie jumping.

"Are you okay?"

"Y-yeah, yeah, I'm fine," Richie said through a tight-lipped smile. Stan looked into the lanky teens eyes. They're full of sadness and pain. Stanley knew that Richie doesn't share much about himself. He only ever wanted to worry about others, but Stan knew that Richie will talk when he is ready so he doesn't push. They both hop onto Stanley's bike, heading towards the Rabbi's house.

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Author's note

Hello my flowerboys!!! Yay it's the first chapter? How are you guys? I hope your doing good. I've been pretty good. I hope you like this chapter. If any of you are suffering through any time of abuse please talk to someone. I love you my flowerboys!