***TRIGGER WARNING FOR HOMOPHOBIC SLURS AND SEXUAL ASSULT! READ AT YOUR OWN PRECAUTION!!!***
Richie's POV:
"RICHIE, GET DOWN HERE YOU LITTLE FAG BEFORE I BEAT THE SHIT OUT OF YOU!" God, I hated that woman. Why couldn't she just shut up and leave me alone for once? My thoughts were interrupted abruptly by the sound of my little sister whimpering in pain and terror, shortly followed by the unmistakable sound of a belt hitting soft skin. I ran out of my room and down the stairs to find the woman that was supposed to be my mom whipping Lize as the little girl tried her best to huddle in a corner.
"I'm here, please don't hurt her, what do you need?" I said in a hushed voice. I found that whispering often made my mother angry at me because she couldn't hear me, which, although it was hell for me, it took the attention off of Lize. The woman tightened her grip on the belt before slapping it against my cheek. I felt blood begin to ooze down my face, but it didn't matter. This was the usual for me, in fact, this was mercy compared to-
I had jinxed it.
There was a large hand suddenly yanking at my scalp, dragging me backwards into an empty room. The scent of beer and cigarettes instantly indicated that my sorry excuse of a father was home, which also meant he would hurt me. 'Dear God, why today,' I thought pitifully to myself 'why can't he just leave me alone, isn't this why he has a wife?' Apparently, a sixteen year old boy was a much better partner than the shitty whore he shotgun married.
The man smiled dangerously at me. "I missed you, and I bet you missed me, didn't you honey?" I forced myself to nod hurriedly, knowing full well what would happen. The old man punched me in the gut, pushed me onto a counter, and pinned me down so I was facing away from him. He harshly ripped my pants right along with my boxers down to my ankles, and soon, I couldn't think of anything except 'Hurt! Hurt! Hurt! Hurt!' as he forced himself inside of me. I stifled a scream as tears welled up in my eyes.
This happened often enough for me to have figured out that the best way to handle it is to close my eyes and pretend it's not happening, that I'm still upstairs playing some random board game with my sister, or in the shed, methodically working with bits of scrap-metal to make a necklace that I would eventually give to Lize, or anywhere besides here, trapped with a man who could not be my father. After what felt like an eternity, he was finally done, much to my relief. He kicked me a few times before drunkenly stumbling out of the room, leaving me the mess to clean up.
After I had finished cleaning, I ran upstairs, tended to my aching wounds as best as I could, and collapsed onto my nest-like excuse for a bed. It was really just a mess of blankets I would curl up into, but it was what I had. I laid there, tears streaming down my bloodied and bruised face, feeling sorry for myself. It had to get better than this. It just had to...
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Between Broken Windows
Fanfiction"It had to get better than this. It just had to..." ~ Richie Tozier is barely hanging by a thread. He is a loser, an outcast, an outsider. The only person he has left is his little sister, Elizen, who he loves more than life itself. He has never bee...
