This oneshot is set a year after IT Chapter one when they defeated Pennywise. They still go to High School together and still are their younger selves.

This is part one of the oneshot there will be a second part to this one :)

My writing is terrible so I'm sorry lol.

But enjoy :)

Richie was sat on the edge of a cliff near the end of Derry. It was the first weekend of their summer holidays and Beverly wanted to spend the first day with him.

She asked Richie to pack a list of things like, alcohol, food, medication...maybe a bit of pot. Richie had a bruised eye from his father. He looked pale black and blue due to the shock and illness from being punched in the face. His mom was out of town getting high or finding love somewhere else. She didn't want to be around him but Richie knew that she couldn't protect him even if she tried.

Beverly knew about his drinking and violence but she didn't know things had gotten this bad. Richie sat there thinking about what happened and the memories of his dad beating him repeatedly plagued his mind. Richie could hear empty cans clinging together and he instantly knew it was Beverly.

"Howdy partner!"

Beverly winked and continued.

"How's ya day goin?.. I brought snacks, alcohol, safety blankets, notepad, hat, cigarettes...Oh yeah and a shit ton of-"

Beverly suddenly noticed Richie hiccuping while his hand was covering his mouth. She then discovered a dark blue shadow under his left eye.

She sat down next to him and instantly dropped her bag to ground.

"Hey..."

She hushed.

"Hey..."

She gently stroked his arm and rubbed his back in comfort.

Richie couldn't stop crying.

"Richie it's okay... breathe"

He bows his head and covers up his face even more.

Beverly cups the back of his neck and starts to stroke his hair.

"Richie, you're worrying me now...please just...take your time okay?"

She continues to stroke his hair while she lightly shushes him. She slowly shuffles closer to him.

Richie lets his hands drop to the side of him and reveals his swollen bruised eye with tears running down his face. His eyes looked bloodshot and worn out.

Bev saw the bruise under his eye and stared at his side profile. For a minute she thought he looked quite beautiful under the sunlight without wearing his glasses but she knew nothing wanted to happen between them. She just appreciates him as her best friend.

"How long has this been going on for?...I thought you said he stopped for a while?"

Beverly blurted out. Richie couldn't answer.

"How long?"

She raised her voice a little louder.

He sighed.

"A few months...nearly a year."

Beverly shut her eyes tightly while she tried to calm down her nerves.

"Why didn't you tell me?"

She slowly opened her eyes and saw Richie staring out at the view in front of him. He continued staring out and avoided saying anything else.

"H-Have you told anyone else about this?"

Beverly stuttered cautiously.

Richie shook his head side to side implying "No".

"Not even, Eddie?"

He shook his head again.

"No"

Beverly squinted at him in confusion.

Richie tried to avoid eye contact towards Bev. He knew the rest of the losers club wouldn't understand...even Eddie, who's father left him at the age of five but has no memory of him. Richie never wanted to bring up his father into the conversation but Eddie knew what was going on. He always knew.

Somehow with Beverly, its different.

He could still feel her wandering eyes staring back at him and he couldn't help but stare back this time. Her eyes looked teary and sympathetic but also comforting.

"So, you've told no one else...just me?"

She whispered.

Richie nodded in response and he could feel his eyes getting hot again.

Beverly saw it too. She delicately wiped a tear off his cheek with her thumb. She moved even closer to him and gently wrapped her arms round his middle. She rested her head on his shoulder and cuddled up to him. She could feel him crying again and it was more painful this time. Not just for him, but for her too.

"It's okay Richie...I've got you now, okay?"