"Patrick." Richie gritted his teeth. Patrick was the last person he ever wanted to see. But it almost seemed like perfect timing that he did.

"Hey Rich. Miss me?" Patrick smirked and gazed lustily at Richie. Richie wasn't a short person, but when standing alone with Patrick with his wild gaze on no one but him, it made him hunch and feel smaller than he had ever felt. Almost like a baby.

"No i didn't, you shithead. Now leave me alone."

"Aw baby..."

"Fuck you!" Richie shouted and tried to yank his arm away from Patrick's. The wicked boy merely continued smiling serenely, ignoring the anger in Richies dark eyes, and bend down. Richie watched helplessly as Patrick softly pressed a tender kiss to his neck. Just beneath the tan skin, his pulse stuttered. "What the hell do you think you're doing." Patrick laughed and suddenly, harshly slammed his lips onto Richies neck and sucked, biting and nibbling roughly at the skin.

"Fuck off!" Richie yelled louder, this time gaining the attention of Patrick, and forced the taller boy off him. "What the fuck is wrong with you!" Richie heaved and felt like vomiting, the food he had had already making its way back up. Everything felt horrible, even his own skin. He felt dirty and unclean.

"Just to remind you of your place. You're so gentle and soft. Always putting on some stupid Tozier tough act, when we all know you're a man slut in bed." Patrick sneered, taking perverse pleasure in watching Richies face fall. "You are nothing. Not even without me. Because no matter who you find and fuck, no matter where the fuck you go, i'll be there. And for the rest of your life, you'll be haunted by us." Richie inched away from the wicked words until his back hit the wall.

Patrick's mean ugly face was now so close. Richie could feel his warm breath on his face. It smelled rotten, like stale blood and beer left in the sun too long. "Keep running little bunny. I'll catch you soon." Patrick cooed, deceivingly sweet, walking away slowly, eying Richie all the way. Until Patrick was back in the gym and behind closed heavy doors, Richie let out a ragged breath.

He could feel everything blurring and getting out of focus. Like a lense that wasn't focused right. The loud music and laughter in his ears made him scream, his hands throwing themselves over his ears and just pushing, trying to cancel out the music. To cancel out everything.

"Fuck!" Richie screamed. "Fuck Fuck Fuck!" he cursed and screamed like a wounded animal. He needed Eddie. Richie needed his little happy boy so badly, but all he could focus on was the pulsing ache in his head like a snake. Striking repeatedly at his skull. His vision swayed and his eyes drooped down to his shoes, which were now covered in some sort of warm chunky liquid.

When did he barf? Why couldn't he remember?

I need Eddie, Was Richies last thought, before the shaken trashmouth fell to the cold floor, his body limp and his world black.

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note!
a filler for what happened between patrick and richie.