A/N here's what's probably happening in the pic above:

Jaeden: Am snek
Finn: Stop-
Jaeden: AM SNEK

⚠Talk about weight loss and abuse⚠

*Richie's POV*

"Hello?" Dan's rough voice crack through the phone.

"Hey, it's Richie! I was wondering if Eddie is home? He hasn't talked to any of us in, like, a week."

"Probably because the six of you are annoying little shits." He said and hung up. I sighed and turned to the Losers, who were all at my house. None of us have talked to Eddie in a week and he hasn't come to the Potluck in 3 weeks.

"Nope..." I said. "He's not talking."

While the other Losers sighed and turned away, Stan shot me a concerned look. I could tell we were both having the same thought.

What the hell did Dan do?

I need to talk with him in private, but I can't sound suspicious...

"YO, STAN! HELP ME COOK, I'M SHIT AT COOKING!" I screamed frantically and speed-walked into the kitchen. Stan came in a couple seconds later.

"Real smooth Tozier," Stan chuckled. "But seriously. You think this is because of Dan?" He whispered.

"Why else would he ignore us for an entire week? And I know this has to be something different than if usually is. If he didn't want us to see the bruises, he would still call us. But he hasn't gotten in contact with us at all!"

"Shit...do you think Dan, like...drugged him or something?"

"I really don't know. But it's Tuesday, so Dan has work all day today." Eddie and I would always hang out on Tuesdays. I thought it was just because that's when he was available, but now I think it's because that's when Dan can't get mad at him.

I feel so shitty for not noticing sooner. Now that I know, everything about their relationship is shady. How Eddie always leaves the Losers without an explanation. How Dan never wants to talk to us. It's all so...weird, but none of the Losers said anything about it.

"You want to break into their house because Dan won't be home?" Stan asked, snapping me out of my thoughts.

"Yeah. I mean, if Eddie is drugged or something, he'd still be at the house. It's our best option right now."

Stan took a moment to answer.

"I'm in."

*Eddie's POV*

I heard the doorbell ring, waking me up. Who could possibly be here on a Tuesday?

"Richie, you idiot. If Eddie is drugged or something, he's not gonna be able to answer the door!"

"Stanthony, I'm just making sure Dan's not home! Just in case."

Oh jeez...its my 2 favorite dumbasses. But the 2 people in the world I want to see least.

I heard keys rattling. How did they get keys?

"How did you get keys?" Stan asked, practically reading my mind.

"Please. Eddie has been keeping his house key in the same place since he was 11."

I mean, he's not wrong. If anybody knows me, it's Richie. I think he knows me better than I know myself.

I smiled at the thought as the door creaked open. I could hear my friends walking up the stairs and I started getting more and more nervous.

The truth hit me like a bullet. Dan locked me a closet with barely any food or water. For 9 days. Richie and Stan are gonna find me. They'll think that I'm so weak for not protecting myself.

But I need them to find me. They need to get me out of here. I can't keep living like this!

So with all of my strength, I moved towards the closet door. I weakly pounded my fists against the door, but it was barely audible. I had gotten so weak and small in the past week...

"Help! Guys I'm in here!"

"Stan, I think I hear Eddie..."

"Me too. EDDIE?!"

"H-help, please!" I cried out to them. Tears streamed down my face. They have to find me. If they don't, I don't know what I'd do.

"I think he's in their room." Richie said and I heard his feet running closer to me. Their footsteps were getting louder and hope was bubbling in my chest.

I heard the bedroom door open.

"Eds, are you in here?!"

"I'm in th-the closet! Pl-please, get m-me out!"

The door knob rattled, but it was obviously locked. I heard Richie and Stan stumbling around, trying to find the key.

"GOT IT!" Stan yelled. I heard the key jam into the lock and light swarmed my face. Warm arms embraced me. For the first time in a while, I felt loved.

*Richie's POV*

Stan opened the closet door and I could see Eddie's small figure huddled in the corner. We ran towards him and hugged him immediately. He was cold and shaking in fear.

He's so much skinnier than he ever has been before... I wonder if Dan even fed him when he was in here.

Also, who the FUCK locks their boyfriend in a fucking CLOSET for over a WEEK?! I swear to God, I'm gonna fuck this man UP.

I picked up Eddie, mentally noting how fucking light he was. I didn't want to know how much he weighed, I think the answer would make me sick.

Gently, I put Eddie on the bed. He was shaking so much, and I could tell he was getting uncomfortable.

"I'm s-sorry guys..." Eddie said, his voice barely above a whisper.

"Eds you don't have to be sorry. This isn't your fault." I said. "It's that douchebag Dan's fault."

"I can't stay here," Eddie said even quieter. "He'll hurt me for getting out."

"You can stay at my place, ok? Everything's gonna be ok Eds. I promise."

"I think you should tell the Losers," Stan said suddenly. "They can help. Mike's the smartest guy I know, he'll know what to do. And it's not like any of them will judge you."

Eddie looked up at us with fear in his eyes.

"Pl-please, don't make m-me tell them. They'll think I'm w-weak for n-not defending myself..." He paused for a moment, then continued. "J-just like you guys d-do."

"We don't think you're weak Eddie!" Stan said and grabbed his hand.

"Eds, we love you. We would never think anything bad about you." I held his other hand and blushed slightly. I didn't mean to say the word 'love', but I mean it. I really do love him.

Eddie let out a shaky sigh and nodded.

"Now, let's get some food for you, Eddie Spaghetti!"