okay lol so I wanted to put mother Steve into this story and I still don't rlly know how but🙃 and ima just consider mike wheeler a loser from now on, because idk it's kinda annoying having to separate him from the group ;)

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Richie had been engaged in a long conversation with Stan for a while now, bill popping in on the argument every once in a while, and Bev was talking to both mikes and Ben. Really Eddie was just kinda bored, staying behind the group for awhile, with glances from Richie every once in a while. 

As the group passed a tiny alleyway behind the movie theater, they didn't notice Troy, who was leaning against the wall, watching them like a hawk watches it's prey. As Troy saw Eddie, lagging miserably behind the others, he saw his chance. 

He swooped into action, grabbing Eddie from behind, covering his mouth with his sweaty hand. Eddie gasped, trying to scream, as he wa pushed against the brick wall of the theater , until the losers were far enough away. 

Troy pinned eddies arms behind his back, pushing him into the wall, and glaring into his eyes. His big, scared, watering eyes. 

Eddies breathing got harder, as he gasped for air desperately. 

" you're the fag that tozier fucks around with, yeah?" Eddie nodded slightly, fear creeping its way to his mind. 

"Well lately tozier has been on my bad side. Pissing around when he shouldn't be... and he doesn't give a fuck about what happens to him... his little princess though...." 

Eddie pushed his back as far into that brick wall as he could, preying to distance himself from the other boy. 

Troy tightened his grip around eddies arms, twisting both of his hands in opposite ways, and causing Eddie to let out a little squeal. Then he let go of his arms, balling his fists and punching Eddie square in the stomach, worsening his breathing. Eddie made a feeble attempt to push Troy off of him, to scramble away, but failed. 

" please..."'he squeaked out, choking as Troy continued to punch and kick him. Soon tears were leaking out of his eyes. Rolling down his cheeks, and his breathing grew more and more difficult, each punch knocking the breath out of him. 

He was just a ball on the ground, an injured puppy. 

How the hell was be going to get out of this one?

~ whoa a pov change in the same chapter, feels weird but ok~ 

(Richies pov) 

Richie grinned as Stan threw an insult at him, attacking his type of gross humor. He was about to argue, when he glanced backward, and.. no eddie. He raised an eyebrow and turned around. Then he heard a familiar sound, a little whimper. He gasped and swiveled on his heel, running for his life, and Stan was close behind, the other losers following shortly after. 

His heart pounddd in his chest, and he followed he sound, now coming more frequently. He looked up and down the street. The alleyway. If someone was going to do something to his Eddie spaghetti, the alleyway made sense. He rushed toward the small gap behind the movie theater. 

And indeed, there Troy was, beating up Eddie, a tiny shaking ball of the ground. 

"EDS!" He screeched, rushing over to Eddie, pulling Troy off of him, and getting tossed underneath Troy, who pulled at his hair, scratching and hitting his face and neck. 

the losers were gathered around Eddie, who was hardly breathing, His face messed up and blood gushing out of his nose. Mike and bill jumped into action, running as fast as their feet could take them  to the wheelers, for his inhaler, which he'd abandoned at the house, as Bev screamed for help, trying desperately to pull Troy off of richie. 

Of course, richie wasn't exactly conscious of what was going on over there, as he was busy getting his face beat in.  

"HEY!" Screamed an unfamiliar voice. 

A teenage boy ran over and tore Troy off of richie, on e with big hair, and small black sunglasses. He poked a finger into troys chest. 

"You're fucking done with that shit! Get out!" He yelled in his face. Troy pushed off of him, running out of the alleyway, and out of view. 

He stuck out a hand to help richie up. 

"You alright?" 

Richie groaned and nodded. 

"McKay mike, but what's with the glasses?... I mean whatever it is, they're cracked as hell."

"Shit.... and...  it's not mike.. that's my brother. I'm richie. Richie Tozier... " he said half heartedly.

".....we'll whats up with you guys?! That kid okay?!" He shouted at them, nodding to Eddie, his brain hurting a little because of the boy who was supposedly mikes brother, and having a kind of aha! Moment when he saw mike crouched in front of the tiny boy who was hyperventilating on the ground. 

"Jesus... we need to call someone?" He asked, as richie rushed to eddies side, squeezing his hand as blood dropped down his own face. He wiped tears off of eddies face, and planted a kiss on his forehead. 

"Bill and mike should be here soon with his inhaler.. their house isn't far." Bev said. 

~~~~ Timeskip 

Eventually Eddie had been brought his inhaler, and his breathing had been controlled, and he had cleaned up himself and Richie, bandaging their cuts and resting his head on richies shoulder, and playing with his curls, cuddling into his side as they fell asleep.

Sooo I rlly sorry I haven't updated in foreeeeeverrrr but I've been rlly busy lately lol 🙃