I’ve Got You (Richie/Eddie)
Summary: In which Eddie can’t help but try and stick up for his best friend against the bullies.
Prompt 27: “Dont you dare touch him/her.”
Warning(s): Almost sexual harassment?, Bullying, Angst
A/N: Thankyou for this request Anon! If you wanna ask me for prompts ask away HERE. If you want to ask an ordinary request ask HERE. The angst is strong in this one bois bc this isN’T FUN AT ALL THIS WILL JUST MADE YOU ANGRY AND SAD
Eddie flinched as Henry Bowers slammed Richie’s smaller frame into the concrete below them, causing a loud groan to be heard. Eddie was being held captive in someone’s arms teasingly, with his arms placed behind him in an uncomfortable position so despite how much he struggled- he couldn’t do anything.
“Eds-” Richie coughed, trying to sit up- only for Henry to push his face back in the dirt.
Eddie’s eyes widened as he longed to help his friend, this time they were in trouble really bad. He squirmed more, whimpering in fear. Patrick Hockstetter held Eddie tighter, almost cutting off the blood circulation in his arms which only caused Eddie to yelp.
“You like this, don’t you Eds?” Patrick smirked, putting emphasis on Richie’s nickname for Eddie.
Eddie cringed at the revolting tone of voice that Patrick used as he whispered into his ear, Eddie thrashed his small body around to try and get away from his regular bullies and try to somehow help Richie. Patrick pressed his taller self against Eddie’s back and held him tighter.
“You don’t get it, do you? You don’t get to just squirm away.” Patrick hissed into his ear, his chapped sinful lips grazing against Eddie’s skin.
Eddie clenched his teeth to bite back his words so that he wouldn’t make everything so much worse, he fluttered his eyes over to Richie to see that he was being beaten up bad- with his glasses thrown elsewhere. Eddie then begins to grind his clenched teeth together in anger. Richie was cowered in a small ball, covering his face from any damage by hiding it in his knees.
But when one kick was sent to Richie’s head from one of the random guys in the Bowers’ gang, thats when Eddie snapped.
“Don’t you dare touch him!” Eddie’s voice cracked, his cry was a plead yet a threat at the same time.
Everyone seemed to have stopped, staring at Eddie in shock at his tone of voice. Even Richie peered blindly between his fingers with a soft look in his eyes.
Eddie was shaking with both anger and fear, feeling Patrick tighten his grip and tugging at his delicate skin caused Eddie to cry loud- a shrilling noise vibrating his voice box and rolling off his tongue. Patrick smirked, doing it harder and stretching the poor boys skin, causing a large burning sensation to take over.
Richie went to sit up and crawl over to Eddie, only for someone to stand on his back and keep him in place, causing Richie to groan weakly.
“Oh, you’ve fucked up now.” Henry hissed, walking over to Eddie with his threatening knife raising to Eddie’s cheek as he walked over and stood in front of the fragile boy.
Eddie tried to move his head back, but he only felt Patrick behind him. Either way, he was fucked with whatever way he was forced to go.
The cold metal from the knife was pressed to Eddie’s cheek, with Henry glaring with sinister eyes and staring down the small boy.
“You fuckin’ listen to me, don’t you dare talk to me like the way you fucking did. Or else I’ll fucking peel your skin off!” Patrick continued to tug on Eddie’s skin whilst Henry screamed in poor Eddie’s face, “Y-..You fucking got that? Tell me you fucking heard me.”
Eddie whimpered, looking away and not speaking a word as fear took over, with of course the threat and the knife against his skin getting to his emotions. He was too weak to do anything in this situation, he was young and small.
After a few seconds of silence, Henry’s eyes narrowed before a blob of saliva was spat into Eddie’s face, causing Eddie to feel horror seethe within him.
“Do you like that? Huh? You love germs, don’tcha?” Henry teased, shoving him back and raised his muddy hand and wiped the saliva all over poor Eddie’s face.
Eddie shut his mouth and eyes, screaming eternally and holding back tears at the thought of all the germs and diseases that could be held within his saliva and the mud that had been smeared on his face from his disgusting skin.
Patrick laughed, holding Eddie in place before licking over his ear, causing Eddie to make an audible gag.
Richie’s eyes were wide as he was watching the scene with horror, protectiveness reckoning within him. Richie tried to push the guy on top of him away, thrashing around helplessly. The guy went by the name Belch, Richie had so heard.
“Hey, get the fuck off me before you-”
Belch glared down at the boy, before grabbing him by his dark brown roots and slamming his head into the floor over and over again. Richie felt a buzz in his head, everything slowly blurring out as his forehead begun to pulse with immense pain. Everything was fading and all he could feel was how he was helpless to do anything with his muscles aching all over.
Eddie had his eyes open in the slightest as he saw that blood was trickling down Richie’s lips from one of his nostrils and he sobbed out in fear for his friend and himself, bracing for only the worst to come.
“Whats going on here?”
Suddenly, everything stopped. Eddie fully opened his eyes to barely see due to the saliva coating his eyelashes which only made his stomach churn. But from what he could make out, he could see a cop car which had appeared to startle all the bullies.
Henry stared at his father, his eyes narrowing for a moment.
“We were just playing.” Henry hissed out between his teeth, giving Eddie a ‘playful’ shove with a lot of force.
Patrick too, moved away without even noticing the dark red marks that coated Eddie’s pale skin. Victor backed off from the scene a bit and Belch stepped off from Richie and left his head be.
A silent conversation was shared between the father and son before they scrambled off, the reason being unknown to Richie and Eddie. The cop however didn’t even check upon the two battered boys, but instead drove away without a car in the world.
Eddie felt his knees weak as he rushed over to Richie, kneeling beside his laid body and turning him over and staring down at the swollen face of Richie Kozier. Richie had a dark black eye and a busted lip, as well as a popped nose. All three making it look as if he had been thrown down a hill.
“Richie? Oh fuck- oh shit, you look terrible, do you need medicine or something-”
“Eds, maybe we shouldn’t have called them pussies.. and said that they wouldn’t do shit to us..” Richie whispered with a lazy smile.
Eddie chuckled sadly, using his own shirt to wipe away Richie’s blood despite his lingering thoughts of diseases and sickness’ possibilities with the situation and ignoring the saliva that coated his face which still disgusted him to this moment. The mud on his face had only stuck to his pores and already started to clog them up.
“I’ve got you, shut up.” Eddie whispered, sighing to himself.
Richie raised one of his hands, with his head in Eddie’s lap, wiping away some of the saliva on Eddie’s face and his other hand soothingly rubbing at the burns that had been given to Eddie’s arms.
“I’ve got you too, Eds.”