(There is nothing but silence on Richie's end, no message returned because honestly what was the point?
He really highly considers driving off somewhere and getting totally fucked out of his mind, incredibly stoned or so damn drunk he near hits alcohol poisoning. He drives around well over an hour tossing the idea over in his mind.
Finally he comes to a resting stop in an old abandon parking lot, fingers gripped tight along the steering wheel. He waits a good few minutes before he falls apart, fist striking the steering wheel until flesh is torn and there is a good possibility he might have fractured fingers.
He screams until his throat hunts and continues punching until his hand goes numb.
He can't do this but he can't just leave Eddie either.
It sure is a fine time for his car to act like a fucking bitch, stalling a few good times before she decides to start. It's a wonder he didn't wreck or get pulled over at the speed he's going, still makes him late as all fuck.
Once on view, he spots Eddie waiting for him, arms wrapped tightly around himself. He nearly drives up on the side of the curb with how quick he pulls up.)
Shit, Eds I'm....(But he stops mid apology when he notices just how banged up the smaller boy is. Want to talk about triggering full on panic. )
Holy fuck! Holy shit, Eds are you fucking alright? (He's leaping out of the driver's seat in seconds, running around the car and to Eddie's side.)
Did someone fucking attack you?! (One protective Richie mode at your service.)
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He really highly considers driving off somewhere and getting totally fucked out of his mind, incredibly stoned or so damn drunk he near hits alcohol poisoning. He drives around well over an hour tossing the idea over in his mind.
Finally he comes to a resting stop in an old abandon parking lot, fingers gripped tight along the steering wheel. He waits a good few minutes before he falls apart, fist striking the steering wheel until flesh is torn and there is a good possibility he might have fractured fingers.
He screams until his throat hunts and continues punching until his hand goes numb.
He can't do this but he can't just leave Eddie either.
It sure is a fine time for his car to act like a fucking bitch, stalling a few good times before she decides to start. It's a wonder he didn't wreck or get pulled over at the speed he's going, still makes him late as all fuck.
Once on view, he spots Eddie waiting for him, arms wrapped tightly around himself. He nearly drives up on the side of the curb with how quick he pulls up.)
Shit, Eds I'm....(But he stops mid apology when he notices just how banged up the smaller boy is. Want to talk about triggering full on panic. )
Holy fuck! Holy shit, Eds are you fucking alright? (He's leaping out of the driver's seat in seconds, running around the car and to Eddie's side.)
Did someone fucking attack you?! (One protective Richie mode at your service.)
Let's get you into the fucking car.