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(Richie's POV)
As soon as my eyes open, I see a dark haired, pale skinned boy sleeping peacefully next to me. He's snoring softly, cheeks lightly blushed with red. I ruffle my hair an reach for my glasses on the table besides me. Shouting. I realise as I hear it again that's what woke me. Shouting from downstairs. I check to make sure Eddie's still sound asleep before sneaking quietly out the door, being sure to close it behind me. I creep down the stairs, clinging to the wall so I have some form of escape if the scene downstairs is as it usually happens to be in the Tozier household. Peering around the corner, I see my sister on the phone, shouting angrily into the machine. She's usually never home, so it's quite a shock at first when I see her standing in our mess of a kitchen. Dishes are cluttered all around her, cabinets strung open like windows. She manages one last dramatic sentence before slamming the phone down on the floor. I hear a crack, unaware if it was the screen or her sanity shattering. "Carrie?" I whisper, slowly emerging from my hidden place along the staircase. She puts her hands to her face, and gentle silent tears begin streaming down her face. She points upstairs, her eyes glimpsing to the door. Dad must be home. I walk as quickly and quietly as I can back to my room. I have to get Eds out of this hell hole. I hear a door slam and a muted scream, probably from Carrie. I have no doubt dad is drunk right now. I hear another door slam, and then a car engine rev. I run into my room, carefully shutting and locking the door after me. Out the window Carrie's car pulls away, she's driving as far away as she can; I can just tell. Maybe this is the last time I'll ever see her. Who knows anymore. Not that I could blame her. If I could escape from this house, I wouldn't think about it for a second. I'd just run. I hear Wentworth shout something downstairs. We have to get out. I pace over to Eddie and shake him awake nervously. He's groggy and mumbles as if to say what the fuck, I was sleeping Rich. But his eyes, squinty and crusty, and gentle.
"Everything okay?" He asks, as if he already knows. I shake my head vigorously.
"We have to leave. Now." His expression looks as if he's about to question me, but before he can speak he hears the screams of my father downstairs. He just nods and jumps out of bed.
"Richie, I don't have any clothes." Oh shit.
"Here," I say, tossing him a clean shirt and pair of shorts. "Not your typical polo and booty shorts but it'll do." He chuckles, god I hope he doesn't hate me. As soon as we're dressed, I run over to the window and unlatch it. I stare at eddie for a moment. In my baggy gray ACDC shirt and black basketball shorts. He could literally be wearing a potato sack and still look incredible.
"Rich, are you okay?" I snap out of my paralysis and nod, embarrassed. I can feel my cheeks flush up, but we have to move. I climb out the window, motioning for Eds to follow me. We've done this plenty of times, and I can tell he knows the drill because he automatically closes my window behind him. I smile softly at this before jumping to the ground. I hold up my hand and help him hop down from the ledge. Once he's down, without letting go of my hand(which is thankfully becoming a regular thing), he takes off towards the one place that never fails to make us feel at home in this shitty place; The Quarry.