*Trigger Warning*

This chapter has brief physical abuse in it.

You have been warned.

Other than that I hope you enjoy it.

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Richie was known around the school, but he wasn't super popular. He was the kind of kid that could make friends with anyone but didn't really have someone he was super close with. He worked at the school's sports events, recording the games for the coaches to review, so he spent a lot of time alone.

Beverly, on the other hand, was one of the most popular girls in school. She was always hanging out with the football team, but never had any interests in any of the boys, despite what many people thought. She never let any of the rumors bother her though.

It was a Friday, which meant it was game day. The game had ended at 11, which was later than usual for a football game, but Richie had to stay until 12 in order to get everything packed up for the night. 

Richie didn't want Beverly staying and waiting for him at such a late hour. So she told him her friend Max would give her a ride home.

It was currently 12:15, and Richie was rushing to get home. He usually wasn't home late, and he was worried his dad would be upset.

He pulled into the driveway, hopping out of the car and running up the porch steps as fast as he could. He had gotten to the last lock, trying to jiggle the handle to open the door when he heard a loud cry.

"Stop!" Beverly pleaded "Please stop!"

He finally got the door unlocked, pushing it open so hard that it slammed against the wall, flying back and almost hitting him in the face. He saw Beverly on the floor, she was crying. Their dad was standing over her, constantly whipping her arms with the belt he had in his hand.

One of the worst things in life is to see the one person you care about most hurting. She was powerless, she couldn't do anything to make it stop. Most of their life Richie had to stand by and watch. Watch as their father did horrible things to her. If he ever tried to stop him, he'd just end up getting in trouble instead.

Something clicked in his head.

"Get the fuck off her!" Richie yelled, pushing his dad away. The two began to hit each other, but Richie eventually got Wentworth down on the ground. He started punching him in the face. He punched him until he passed out. He punched him until his knuckles were bloody and his hands hurt.

He was so angry.

Who wouldn't be?

When he got up off the ground, he turned to look at Beverly. She looked shocked. Richie had never been that angry before. Their dad was unconscious on the living room floor, and Beverly looked terrified.

"Ms. Wheeler told him I hang out with the football players," she started, "he thought I was doing things with them" 

Richie walked over to her and gave her a hug, holding her as she began to sob uncontrollably. "It's ok, it's not your fault" he replied as he held her tightly. It hurt him so much to see her so broken.

This was why he hated his father.

He wasn't his father.

He was just a man

Richie walked over to the house phone, dialing three numbers.

It rung for a moment, then a voice came over the line.

"9-1-1, what is your emergency?"

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Welp,

that was interesting.

I feel like you guys don't like this story. 

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-J😍😍❤❤😘😘