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Richie and The Rabbit Hole (3)

Part: (1) (2)

Summary: When everyone goes back to their lives after Pennywise, Richie doesn’t. He stays in Derry and finds a portal that leads back to 1989, only a few months after the loser club “defeated” Pennywise the first time.Using the help of the younger losers, adult Richie goes back in time to fix all the wrong that Pennywise caused when he came back the second time.

Relationship: Richie/Eddie

Rating: M

Current Word Count: 18,213

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Chapter 3: Fall Inside the Rabbit Hole Again

As Richie climbs down into the cavern, the rest of the losers follow. It’s damp and the rotting smell only gets worse the closer they get towards the bottom.

"Eddie, I didn't know your mom lived in the sewer," young Richie teases Eddie. "It smells like someone farted and honestly I don't know anyone that could make it smell like this other than the beloved Mrs.K"

"Fuck you Richie, we’re about to fight a killer clown, couldn’t you be a little more serious?" Eddie hisses.

“Nope, that’d be no fun.”

Future Richie ignores himself, trying to concentrate on the task before him. He has to hold his breath halfway down the hole, because young Richie was right, it does smell awful and kind of like shit. It also smells like someone died down there, which doesn’t make the uneasy feeling in the pit of Richie’s stomach go away. He feels like he may have a panic attack, but he holds his breath and tries his best to stay brave, and as he climbs quickly down, it isn’t long until future Richie starts hearing things.

He hears a giggle, clearly Pennywise, and he looks down, making sure the clown wasn’t ready to swallow him whole.

Well, he probably was, but he wasn’t directly underneath him, so that meant something.

He tries to ignore it, but the laughing gets louder, more demonic, and he can hear it, Pennywise’s voice taunting him like the little fucker he is.

He can feel the hatred burning in the clown’s voice. It’s rough, wanting, and desperate. He can almost hear the drool escaping from the monster’s mouth, as he awaits for his food to arrive.

Pennywise probably heard them when they started climbing down. Richie can tell by the fact that this is the first he’s hearing Pennywise and he readies his gun just in case.

Once he’s fully down inside the cavern,he’s immediately greeted by a dancing clown, which he isn’t really surprised by. He’s not entirely in front of him. He’s a couple feet away and he’s smiling. He’s no longer laughing, but he’s drooling, like he’s hungry, which Richie knows he is. He could hear the gurgling of salvia in his voice as he was climbing. It was honestly quite nasty.

Richie glares at him as he watches the pathetic clown dance, quite awfully Richie must add and he notices he’s the only one down there, the rest of the losers are still coming down the hole.

Pennywise doesn’t let all the losers down before he’s lunging in front of future Richie who immediately shoots him, not once, but twice, and three, before he uses the gun as a spacer between Pennywise’s teeth and his face.

He can feel the spit from the monsters mouth on his face and hands come out from his mouth, grabbing towards him, loosely holding the gun, but Richie has seen this before. He pushes back, strong, and tries his best to keep his footing.

Bill comes down shortly after and he doesn’t even hesitate to take his spear, running it through the clown’s face, leaving him to falter back for a second, and soon the rest of the loser’s finally make it out of the hole.

Richie shoots the clown again, right above its eye, which only seems to aggravate it, and the monster doesn’t take long in transforming itself. Spider legs grow from its body in all directions, tearing out from it’s flesh. It’s teeth somehow grow wider too, but it’s still smaller than the spider thing that Richie saw just mere days ago.

For one, there is a lot less room, so the monster didn’t have enough room to fully transform, but Richie can tell it’s weaker and he smiles, because he knows he can do this, they could do this.

“Richie, is that you?” The clown laughs, as it grabs the spear from it’s head. It takes a moment, as the noise of ripping flesh is audible, and part of the clown’s head is cracked. Richie remembers that look better than the others. The clown is fading, IT is dying, and they had barely even started.

“Oh, Richie, you made these poor pathetic losers fall for your lame plan, didn’t you?” The clown says mockingly, letting the spear come out from it’s head with a pop, and letting it drop to the floor. IT then uses its legs to walk up the wall and onto the ceiling.

The losers try to jab it, but to no avail and Richie shoots again. IT smiles wider, teeth baring.

“You can’t kill me, I’m immortal Richie. You’re nothing but a forgotten son, aren’t you Richie?”

“Shut up!” Older Richie yells, shooting him again, and he tries his best to not think of what ‘forgotten son’ means.

“Poor Richie never grew up with a father, did he? Never pays attention to his son. That’s why you’re a faggot, isn’t it Richie?” The clown says and Richie shoots again, don’t let it get to you. Don’t let it get to you. It’s okay.

“Oh, shucks, I just told your secret, didn’t I Richie? You know what happens to boys like you, don’t you Richie?”

He shoots again and the other losers stare, not sure what to do in this moment. Richie doesn’t even think of his ‘secret’, somehow he doesn’t even really care that anyone knows. All he cares about is killing this clown and saving his friends.

“Time to float Richie,” the clown yells, a second mouth coming out of it’s main one, to try and attach itself to Richie.

Older Richie shoots again, once, twice, and just like that he’s already out of bullets. He swore under his breath, as he hits the gun with the palm of his hand, and the mouth only gets closer.

He gulpes, trying to shoot again and again, but nothing works. Luckily, right before the mouth can attach itself to Richie, younger Richie takes his spear and runs it through the flesh that connects the smaller mouth to the clown. "Fuck you asshole!" Younger Richie screams and the mouth yanks, but doesn’t quite reach older Richie, and just as soon as IT came, it’s laughing again and jumping from the ceiling to the floor.

The losers rush out of the way and Stan, along with Mike find themselves running to the wide open cavern.

“Guys, wait,” older Richie yelled, trying to warn them, but it’s too late, they’re already there, and the clown moves, makes itself small enough to fit in the space.

Richie tries to catch up with it, to get it while it’s still small, but to no avail. By the time he reaches the cavern, Pennywise is growing again, and even though he doesn’t get as big as last time, he’s still intimidating

“I’ve been hungry. How’d you know, Richie? It was so nice of you to get me a snack,” Pennywise mocks him and he huffs. He’s not sure how Pennywise knew it was him, but Pennywise seems to know a lot and he tries to not let it phase him.

He looks around for the others, but doesn’t see anyone. He’s the only one currently in the cavern and somehow he feels like maybe he’s the only one not being played with.

....

Beverly tries to breathe, she feels like she’s suffocating, and she’s having a panic attack. The room is quickly flooding with blood and she’s screaming. She’s in that stall again, the one where Greta had taunted her while she was taking a smoke break. The blood is flowing through the bottom and she steps on top of the toilet, trying to get away from the blood, but it’s rushing in fast, it only takes a few seconds for the blood to get halfway up the toilet.

Then out from the blood, her father emerges, covered head to toe, and his sickly yellow teeth come out from behind his smile. “Beverly, my little girl, you look just like your mother,” her father says, putting his hands on her face,and putting his thumb on her lips. He smiles creepily at her and he’s strong, really strong, but she flinches away, kicking him with as much muster as she can, so that he stumbled onto the floor, blood flowing over his body until he's gone, blood moving so fast that it starts to cover her feet. She yells again and Ben hears her.

The walls are inclosing on him and it's rough against his belly. He feels like he’s being squeezed open and he hears laughing. Beverly’s laugh. “I could never like a fat boy! I could never like a fat boy! You’re getting squeezed like a blueberry fat boy! If only you’d given up that chocolate bar, then you wouldn’t die!” She laughs again and Ben tells himself, it’s not real. It’s not real.

He ignores fake Beverly’s laugh for a second and puts his hands over his ears. He feels like he’s probably going to die, which only makes him cry. The walls close in further and it scrapes at his shirt, ripping it, and it goes even far enough to start a small cut so that he starts bleeding. He hisses, trying his best to ignore the pain.

You’ve got to be brave. You’ve got to be brave, Ben continuously thinks, and then he hears it. Beverly is screaming and then he’s pushing. He’s pushing the walls away hard, he has to move, he has to save Beverly.

The walls start to move away, not by much, but enough so that he can climb up. He takes the steps, he tries to breathe and not suffocate. The walls still enclose him, his foot gets stuck, but he lets his shoe fall to the floor, and he can see the opening. He’s almost there.

Then, just like that, he sees Beverly and then he’s grabbing her hand and they land on a thud on the floor. Pennywise is nowhere to be seen.

Ben’s relieved, he can feel breathe, and he's looking at Beverly with admiration in his eyes. He hugs her, holds her tight, letting out a sigh of relief.

Thank god she's alive, he thinks, and when he looks at her, she's smiling at him, and he suddenly feels like the wind has been knocked out of him.

"Your hair is winter fire," he thinks out loud.

"January embers. My heart burns there too," she says, eyes glowing, and she kisses him. It’s short, much like the kiss when Ben saved Beverly from the deadlights, but it was sweet, and Ben can taste her vanilla chapstick.

When they part, Ben is beaming and Beverly mimics him, giving him a reassuring smile. They stare at each other for a moment, before they hear a scream, Stanley’s scream, and then Ben takes Beverly’s hand, so that they’re running to the noise together.

It’s not far from where they’re at and once they get there, they see Judith. The lady that was sucking on Stan’s face mere months ago, that almost killed him and she’s hovering over Stan, Stanley holding up his fence post awkwardly in front of him.

He cowers in fear in front of them, and he closes his eyes for a second, accepting his fate. He knew he was the weakest link. He knew it. He should have never agreed to come down here and now he was going to die; but nothing comes.

He doesn’t feel the breath on his face anymore, so he opens his eyes, seeing Pennywise’s foaming mouth over Beverly, a spear already lodged into its chest.

“I will eat your soul and shit it out Beverly,” Pennywise spits at her, black sludge dripping from it’s lips onto Beverly’s shoes. She’s shaking and Ben is putting an arm in front of her, as to tell Pennywise to back the fuck off.

They stand like that for a moment and Stan doesn’t know what to do. He’s afraid. Really afraid and he almost died, but seeing Beverly and Ben in danger like that awakens something in him, so he takes the spear in his hand and lunges it into Pennywise’s back, two spears now sporting through.

It falters and more black sludge drops from it’s mouth, and it burns Ben’s arm.

He takes his arm away in a hurry and swears under his breath as he sees the scar on his arm blister.

Pennywise steps back and away from the three teens, letting its arms grow again, as it transforms itself back into a spider.

.....

Eddie and young Richie hold each other tightly as they look underneath them. The floor is caving in and they’re on a small platform. Eddie is crying and Richie is trying his best to not let his feelings get the best of him. He wants to be brave, he does, and it isn't real, but it feels so real that he can't help but tremble at the sight of the ground beneath him.

Eddie can barely see the bottom, it looks as far as the cliff by the quarry, except this time, there isn’t any water, it’s the strong cavern ground.

Another part of the floor breaks, leaving them both to squeal loudly and Richie is basically carrying Eddie now. He can barely hold on. His feet are slipping and he’s hyperventilating. This isn’t real, this isn’t real.

Another section falls and Richie puts his feet together as close as possible, Eddie is slipping from his grasp and he’s screaming.

“Richie, help me, Richie,” Eddie yelps, trying to hold on to Richie tightly, but the thing is Richie isn’t that strong and yes Eddie is small for his age. He’s smaller than Richie and Richie can hold him up, but the longer it goes on, the harder it is to keep Eddie from falling. He doesn’t have the room to try and reposition themselves. He barely has two feet on the platform.

“Eddie, I’m sorry, I’m trying Eddie, I’m trying.” Richie yells.

He tries to hoist Eddie up again, but it doesn’t work, because he slips, then they’re both falling on the ground.

It’s not as high up as either was believed it to be, but they fall far enough for them to both land on the ground and pass out.

......

Bill looks Georgie in the eye as he shoots him for the second time.

“You really think-k-k I would fall for that again?” Bill says, laughing, then he smirks at Pennywise, who was in front of him now.

“I’m not scared of you. You know that and I think that scares you,” Bill says, taking his spear for the second time and lodging it into the monster’s throat.

Pennywise backs up and out of the basement, trying it’s best to find the energy to move.Then the illusion disappears and Bill sees Pennywise as the spider in the middle of the cavern.

.....

“Mike, help me!” His mother screams, body on fire, as she goes to grab Mike’s hand. Mike walks backwards, and he feels like he might pass out. His mother is clearly looking at him and she’s scared, really scared, and all Mike wants to do is grab her hand, pull her out, but it’s not real, he knows it isn’t.

His mother falls on the floor then, weeping. “Mike, please, I’m dying. Mike, baby, I love you!” She screams and her skin is bubbling, she’s weak, barely moving.

“Mike!” She screams and Mike closes his eyes, tears falling from his eyes, trying his best to stay standing. He feels weak and he hears her yell his name again, so he puts his hands over his ears.

“MIKE! MIKE! MIKE!”

He trembles, hoping for it to end, but it doesn’t. She keeps yelling his name and he falls to his knees.

He’s whimpering, curled into himself, and if it couldn’t get any worse, he hears his dad’s voice too.

“Mike, help us!” He hears and the thoughts rush through again. He misses his parents so much, so much that it kills him, and here he is seeing them again, dying in front of him. He wants so badly to end the pain. He wants them back and he has to remind himself that he couldn’t save them. They were gone. It happened a long time ago and he had to accept that Pennywise was just trying to torment him and yes, it was working.

“Please stop,” he whispers, shaking, and then he hears a chuckle. “I can bring them back,” Pennywise says. “Let him help us,” his mother says and he shakes his head, "he'll bring us back Mike." He lets it torment him for a minute before he can’t take it anymore.

“You’re not my mother,” he says, taking out his gun and piercing her in the head, then he goes over to his dad, whose eyes are piercing and full of fear, but he knows it isn’t real, so even when he hears his dad mutter his name again, he does the same to his father too.

Once he fires into his dad’s head, he turns on his heel, runs away and fast, not looking back, until he’s met with Stanley, Beverly, and Ben.

....

Future Richie feels like he’s lost Pennywise for a second and he keeps on alert as he searches for either him or any of the other losers.

I hope they’re okay, he thinks as he makes his way around the cavern and then he sees it.

It's a door and it's labelled 'scary'. The other two doors that are usually present are not there, which Richie already knows is weird. He takes a moment to look around, deciding whether or not to let himself open the door.

He thinks it's a bad idea, but at curiosity blooms inside his chest, he takes the knob in his hand, and when he opens it, adult Eddie is standing there, chest wound and blood oozing from his mouth. "Richie, I-" he says, blood flowing and dripping onto the ground. Eddie’s skin is bruised and he even has the stab wound on his cheek. Richie leaves the door open, shocked, he doesn't move, and he forgets everything for a moment.

“You’re a faggot, that’s gross,” Eddie says, blood bubbling from his mouth as he talks. “You’re so gross Richie. It’s so gross how obsessed you are with me,” he says, smiling at him, more blood oozing from his mouth.

“You aren’t real,” Richie says after a few seconds, but he doesn’t seem so sure, he asks it more as a question than anything. He doesn’t even take a step back, not yet.

He smirks. “I’m so real that you came all the way back to save me. You’re so pathetic Richie,” Pennywise Eddie says and Richie takes a deep breath, taking a step back, going to close the door, but Eddie holds it open, taking a step out, so Richie takes a step back.

It takes only a few seconds before adult Eddie is shaking violently, black ooze drips from his mouth, similar to 13 year old Eddie popping up from the cushion and Richie stares, eyes wide. Then, Eddie is transforming, first with a clown leg, then an arm, and then Pennywise is looking at him. Richie doesn’t have a weapon, but he still stares at Pennywise in determination, he doesn't back down, because he's not scared. He won't be.

Pennywise doesn’t move for a moment, only stares, till IT opens its mouth wide, and just like that, he’s in the deadlights again.

.....

Bill finds future Richie dangling in the air by an open mouthed Pennywise. He’s unmoving, mouth ajar, and Pennywise’s mouth is shining, it’s bright and Bill shakes his head. He’s not sure what to do. He no longer has his spear and he doesn’t know where any of the other losers are. He looks around, trying to find a weapon, but the best he could do is throw a rock.

So that’s what he does. Doesn’t even think for a second before he throws the rock as hard as he can at the creature and yells “ROCK WAR!”

He doesn’t stop, picking up rock after rock and Ben, Beverly, Stan, and Mike follow suit, throwing rocks from every direction.

One directly hits Pennywise in the throat and the lights stop shining, dropping future Richie to the ground.

IT stalks toward Bill in a blind rage, his spider body growing bigger again, trying to pierce him with his spider legs, but it doesn’t work, Bill moves quickly, and the rocks don’t stop hitting Pennywise.

IT grumbles, looking around as rock after rock hits him all across his spider clown body.

“You’re just a stupid clown!” Stanley yells at him. “Yeah, just a stupid fucking clown!’ Beverly yells, hitting another rock at Pennywise. He shrivels a little, dizzy, and when all hope is lost for our dear old clown, he spots two fainted forms on the ground.

He smirks, trembling towards the two boys who were still asleep, and as he approaches, the clicking of his spider feet awake Eddie. His eyes open and close for a few seconds, fluttering open. He’s dizzy, he has a faint headache, and his body hurts all over.

He grumbles, sitting up lazily, and looking up, he sees a spider clown running, or I guess stumbling towards him. His eyes widen and he goes to stand up, but his legs hurt so bad, that he barely gets himself into the crouching position.

When Pennywise is only a few feet away, he gets himself up in a limp. He’s pretty sure he sprained his ankle and when he’s ready to run or more or less, limp away, he notices Richie lying on the ground next to him,

Fuck.

Eddie looks frantically between the clown and Richie, knowing he didn’t have much time. His friends were still throwing rocks, but soon Bill runs out of rocks, and the rocks thrown by the other four are getting a lot smaller.

They keep yelling at him, calling him names, and Pennywise is growing smaller, but he’s still smirking. Still has the eyes set for murder as he puts Eddie in the deadlights too.

Everyone goes silent for a second, looking frantically for more rocks, and running towards the middle, where the rocks that were thrown before were.

Eddie looks deep into the lights, unable to breathe, and he starts floating up. Lost in the shine so deep and Pennywise stalks closer.

Like fate would decide it, Richie wakes up too, with a dull headache, and he sees Eddie floating in front of him, Pennywise’s light shining on him. Richie doesn’t look, but he pulls on Eddie, trying to get him to come down, as Bill finds one of the spears and throws it at the back of the IT’s head.

IT stumbles and the light stops shining, which leaves Eddie to stop floating and Richie is able to carry him down, laying him down on the ground, trying to wake him up.

He shakes him frantically, which doesn’t work, because the smaller boy doesn’t even move.

Richie looks behind him, he sees that Pennywise is pretty distracted right now, but that doesn't mean for long.

He shakes Eddie again, “come on Eddie!” he yelled, slapping at his face and pushing on his chest, but nothing happens, and he remembers Ben.

When Beverly was in the deadlights, Ben kissed her and she woke up.

This can not be happening, Richie thinks for a moment before sighing.

He decides to first kiss him on the cheek, and then went straight to yelling in Eddie’s ear.

“I FUCKED YOUR MOM! COME ON EDS! YOUR BREATH SMELLS LIKE ASS!”

Richie waits, hoping that the insulting would somehow get Eddie riled up enough to wake up, like he could hear him. He’s expecting to have to try and kiss him on the lips or possibly bring Beverly over to kiss Eddie.

However, Eddie opens his eyes seconds later, he’s in a daze for the second time in the course of 5 minutes, his head now pounding.

“What?”

“Oh, thank fuck you’re okay,” Richie says, hugging him, and Eddie surprised, takes a few seconds before he wraps his arms around his friend too.

He holds him, holds him because he knows he almost just died, and he’s still here, somehow. Still here with Richie and even though he wants to continue the moment, the reunion is quickly ruined.

Pennywise’s spider leg comes up like a flash and goes to stab the two boys on the ground in the chest.

Eddie rolls with Richie, letting the spider leg crush the rock next to them, and then the leg comes down again, leaving them to roll again.

They scream and Richie is crying, as they dance with the clown. It laughs at them, continuing to try and step on them, until more rocks are thrown again.

“You’re just a bully!” Ben yells, “a fucking stupid bully!” Mike chirps. “A bitch!” Stan yells.

“You’re a clown!” Bill pipes up, throwing another rock, and Pennywise stops. Looking at the five losers in front of him.

“You’re just a stupid clown,” Beverly yells, chucking a rock at the monster too.

They all glare at him, determined and his face starts to wrinkle. He looks worn and when he speaks, he sounds like an elderly chainsmoker.

“You-u-u c-a-n’t defeat me! I’m i-m-mortal. You see, I’ll be-e back! I always come back!” It yells, but it doesn’t seem to be confident, they can all tell it’s scared.

Pennywise scrambles, unsure of what to do, he knows he's about to be met with his demise, and then he sees him. His last chance of survival or even revenge would be something at this point.

“You can’t defeat me! Not without your future boy!” It yells and they all look at him confusingly for a second before they see future Richie, only a few steps away from Pennywise.

Pennywise laughs, even though he’s shriveling, and he takes a few steps back to be next to future Richie, who is still asleep.

“He’ll die! If you don’t let me go he’ll die! HAHAHA. There is no way for you to save him,” Pennywise yells, taking one of his spider legs up, so it would rest on future Richie’s belly.

“He knew he was risking your lives, but he didn’t care! You see! He’s selfish! You’re all just selfish little brats!” IT is talking hysterically now and IT tries it’s best to not falter.

“You know what happens to boys like you, don’t you Richie?” The monster laughs, digging his leg a little further into older Richie’s belly. It hasn’t quite went through to hurt any organs, but he’s bleeding, even if it’s not by much.

The losers stare, unsure of what to do, and when Pennywise laughs again, Eddie screams and tackles the wrinkling clown to the ground.

“You’re just a fucking stupid clown! A clown! You can’t hurt us, you fucking bastard!”

Pennywise fumbles, falling to the ground. He looks like an inflated ball with a clown face, small spider legs on its sides and the other losers pull at them, until he’s nothing but a beating heart in a sack of wrinkled flesh.

Eddie is the first to dive into his chest, not thinking of the germs, or anything, and so do the other losers. Then, with the monsters beating heart in all their small pubescent hands, they rip it apart, till it’s shattered in a million pieces. The clown fades into different pieces and the cavern starts crumbling, rocks falling from the sky.

“We gotta go!” Mike yells, running towards the hole, and so do most of the other losers, until they remember Richie.

Younger Richie, Eddie, and Beverly ran to him, he’s fluttering his eyes open, obviously still recovering from the deadlights and they all tug at him at the same time.

He mumbled, “I’m awake, I'm awake,” but he’s still lying on the ground and he’s heavy. The place is collapsing around them and they need to get him out.

“Get up! Get up!” Beverly yells, as they try to hoist him up again, and that’s when younger Richie takes things into his own hands, he bitch slaps his older self, completely waking the adult up.

“Owe, what the fuck?” Older Richie yells, looking around himself, seeing the crumbling cavern around him.

“What happened?” He asks and the three pull at him again.

“Later. Come on, we have to go,” Beverly yells and yeah, okay, that sounded like a good idea.

He finally gets himself up and he goes to start running, but he sees younger Richie and Eddie behind, grasping onto each other as they tried to walk. It was easy to see that younger Richie was sore and Eddie’s ankle was most definitely sprained.

So, he carried Eddie on his back, and pulled Richie up by his belly. It was honestly kind of awkward and he was too out of shape for this, but luckily both teens were skinny and short.

He lifted Richie as far as he could up so that the boy could start climbing up the hole and he found himself pushing younger Richie, as he climbed with Eddie on his back.

He was exhausted and the grumbling only got worse as they continued to run. Richie’s body felt like it was on fire. He was on hyperdrive as he carried both teens to the well and that’s when he didn’t know what to do.

The rope to climb up the well. How were they supposed to do it?

Young Richie tried first, barely able to move and as he struggled, their surroundings only got worse, and the losers had to pull Richie up by the rope. Same went with Eddie and once older Richie got onto the rope, the sewer water started splashing and he could tell it was caving in, so he grabbed the rope in a hurry, pulling himself so fast, that his old PE teacher would have been proud and carrying both boys in opposite arms, basically falling out the front door, past the fence, and onto the ground.

The whole place collapsed in front of them and okay, maybe in the first timeline trying to carry adult Eddie wouldn’t have worked, because even with two conscious hurt boys, he barely got them out. Literally got out on the skin of his teeth and man, if he used an inhaler, he could really use one right now. He can barely breathe and he feels like the wind has been knocked out of him.

“I can’t believe we did it,” Stan said smiling. “We won guys! We’re alive, holy shit!”

“Barely,” young Richie says. “I feel like I've broken every bone in my body,” he says as he weeps on the ground.

“I lost my inhaler down there,” Eddie whispers, taking deep breaths, like maybe he’s about to have an attack.

“Do I need to go to the pharmacy?” Bill asked and Eddie shook his head.

“No, it’s fine. I don’t need it. I don’t think I ever did.”

“I lost my shoe,” Ben adds and it’s silent for a second, until Eddie chuckled, and everyone else smiles.

“Oh my god,” adult Richie says, trying to comprehend the situation and calm his breathing. He’s alive. He took his second chance and it worked, or at least that’s the way it seemed. They won and they all lived. Richie had carried almost 200 lbs of boy from down in the cavern and he’s honestly surprised he was able to do it. He’s pretty sure it was pure adrenaline, because now his arms and legs felt like noodles.

“Are you okay?” Mike asked adult Richie and he shook his head, because no he was not okay. He just possibly changed the future and he’s also never been more winded in his life.

“Yeah, I just-” he took a deep breath, “I just need to rest,” another breath “second.”

“Okay,” Mike said, looking at the rest of the losers, who all breathless, smiled at each other.

“We’re gonna be okay,” Beverly said, smiling as she grabbed Bill’s and Ben’s shoulders, hugging their sides.

“Yeah,” Bill said. “We are.”

“You’re not stuttering Bill,” Stan noted and Bill smiled.

“No, I guess not.”

“Okay, I think I can breathe now,” future Richie said with a cough, “but I might need a water before I leave.”

Beverly nodded. “I think we all need water.”

“I’ll get us some,” Ben said. “Just meet back at the club house.”

The losers nodded, but Eddie shook his head, still lying on the ground.

“I can’t, my mom will kill me.”

“You survived the last time, didn’t you?” Older Richie asked, remembering the last time they fought IT and how Eddie had been gone for 24 hours straight. This time he’d only been gone for a few. It wasn’t even quite curfew yet.

Eddie didn’t say anything and younger Richie looked over at him.

“Come on, if you don’t go, then you won’t be able to hear mine and Mrs.K’s wedding story.”

“You’re so gross,” Eddie said, sitting up, and groaning.

“I can get you a brace too, if you want Eddie,” Ben said and Eddie nodded.

“That would be wonderful,” and just like that Ben was gone. The rest of the losers made their way to the club house and it didn’t take long for Ben to arrive with a gallon of water, glasses, and a foot brace.

“I just wanted to say how proud I am of all of you,” older Richie perches up after taking a few sips of water. “You all fought hard down there and we did it, we defeated IT. The same way we did in 27 years, except this time, we all made it, and I couldn’t be happier.”

The losers smile and Beverly brings up her glass.

“Let’s cheers to Richie,” she says, and the other losers put their glasses up to.

“To Richie?”

“To Richie.”

He smiles, taking another sip from his glass. “Thanks guys. You're the best.”

Richie sits for a moment, watches the other losers mingle for a minute, before he realizes he should probably get back.

Except maybe, he should talk to them first, but preferably alone. There was some advice he needed to give before he went.

“Hey, so I think I’m going to go,” older Richie starts, “but I think it might be best to talk to you all first. Alone.”

The losers look at him and nod.

“Alright,” Beverly says, “who first?”

Richie looks around, knowing he wants to talk to himself last, so he points to Bill.

All the losers leave the clubhouse giving them their space and Richie thinks for a second. Wondering what to tell Bill that might help.

He thinks of what to say, because Bill was successful. He had a wife and as far as he was aware, Bill was alright. Well, as alright as he could be with the curse of Pennywise and losing his brother.

There was one thing though. One thing that he felt Bill might need.

"I'm not sure how to say this, but I wanted you to know that Georgie would be proud. So proud of you and even if we couldn't save him. You saved our friends and most of all, you saved me and I could not be more grateful."

Bill nodded, "Thanks Richie. Thanks for everything," he smiles and pulls future Richie in a hug.

The hug is short and sweet, much like the conversation, but future Richie didn’t have that much to offer Bill, but somehow he felt like it still meant a lot to the boy.

...

Richie goes through the rest of the losers. He tells Beverly to understand her worth and that "we accept the love we think we deserve", but she deserves the world and to accept no less than that. He tells Ben it gets better if he keeps fighting. He tells Stanley he's proud of him and that he's strong. Lastly, he tells Mike to get the fuck out of Derry.

Now, he's sitting in a room alone with Eddie who doesn't even let him start before he's asking him a question.

"Do I end up alone?" He asked quietly, nervously fiddling with his fingers.

"No," Richie says, "no, in my timeline you're married."

"Then why did you laugh before?" Eddie asks seriously, looking as if he's about to choke.

"I uh, listen Eddie, it's nothing. I just-, don't marry someone you don't love. Let's leave it at that."

"No, I'm not just going to "leave it at that.” I need to know Rich. Otherwise I'll spend my whole life in fear of being married or just being in a relationship in general. I saved your life back there you know. You owe me an answer, just this one. Who do I get married to in the future and why did you laugh?"

Richie sighed, wondering how far he should take this. I mean, he wasn't even sure if he didn't love Myra or not. He thinks Eddie was leaving Myra, but it was hard to tell. It wasn't something that Eddie really wanted to talk about and even if he was thinking about it. Even if he was probably going to, didn't mean he wouldn't get back with her.

He just wants Eddie to be happy and alive. He's afraid if he tells Eddie its Myra, that he'll ruin Eddie's future. It can't though. Myra was just like his mom, Eddie told him that, and he knows he deserves someone who doesn't treat him like he'll break every second.

Eddie was a lot stronger than he put himself out to be and he needed to be with someone who reminded him of that.

"Well, in my timeline you marry a woman and her name is Myra. She's basically your mom in every way and I'm pretty sure you're unhappy. It seemed like you wanted to leave her. But I don't know. I've also never met her, so I wouldn't completely write her off, but I'd be careful about it. Just don't marry someone you don't love."

Eddie looks down for a second, confused, and not knowing what to say. Richie can’t read his expression and he’s pretty sure he just fucked up Eddie’s marriage, which makes him feel like an asshole.

“I get married.”

“Yes.”

“To..to a woman?” Eddie asks and Richie furrows his brows at him.

“Yes, why do you sound surprised?”

“I don’t know. It feels weird. Knowing I get married. Is she really just like my mother?”

“From the sounds of it, yes. Like I said, I never met her before.”

“We stopped being friends?” Eddie asked and he looks scared. Like maybe he was about to cry.

“Well, yes, but we all forgot each other in my timeline. Once you leave Derry, you forget everything. It was weird. But, once we all came back, it was like nothing had changed. I think now that Pennywise is gone, we won’t forget each other. Something with the curse or whatever.”

Eddie nods, “I really don’t want to lose my friends. I feel like my mom doesn’t understand me and I’m afraid that I’ll never escape her. I’m not even sick, but I still feel like I am sometimes. I’m fragile.”

“Hey,” older Richie says, letting his hand reach out to touch the kids shoulder. “You are not fragile, no matter what they say. You said you saved me, right? You defeated a killer clown and your only a kid. That’s badass.”

Eddie smiles, nodding. “Yeah, it was.”

“You’re braver than you think,” Richie finds himself saying, feeling a thick sense of deja vu.

“Thanks,” Eddie says, letting out a deep breath. “You're my best friend, you know that right?” Eddie says and Richie nods.

“I know.”

He finds himself in a hug with younger Eddie for a second and he can tell that Eddie is tearing up. The tears are wet on his t-shirt and after a few seconds, he’s letting go, and Eddie is walking up the stairs to let younger Richie walk down.

“So, are you here to tell me of all the hot babes I’ll be getting in California or how I become famous and am chased by screaming models?”

“Well, for one, you don’t get chased, ever. You get a lot of people asking for autographs and pictures, but they’re usually kids who are way too young to be listening to you or middle aged men who are definitely not there because they want to bang you.”

“Listening, woah, am I famous rock star?!” Young Richie asks and older Richie shakes his head.

“You’re a horrible singer. Like really bad, you should know that and you can play an instrument mediocre at best.”

“Harsh.”

“Well you asked for it,” older Richie starts, trying to remember what he was meant to say in the first place.

“You only get somewhere with working your ass off. Just because it happened to me, doesn’t mean it happens to you. Me coming back here is changing the future you know.”

“I know, I was just bantering as a self defense mechanism because I’m afraid of having a serious conversation.”

“Wow, is that the first time you admitted that?”

“Well, you should know Dick. You are me.”

“Did you just call me Dick?”

“Yeah, short for Richard, I’m surprised nobody calls me that.”

“Well, people will start calling you that, but not really because of your name,” older Richie starts. “But, anyaways, I just wanted to say that before I go, I think you should be more honest with yourself. There is no need to be afraid.”

“What are you talking about?”

“You know what I’m talking about. You know, you fall in love with a girl, or I did at least, for a little while.”

Young Richie pauses, older Richie thinks he may of short circuited, but after a few seconds, he speaks.

“What happened?”

“It just didn’t work out. I don’t think I was ever truly in love with her. I think I never really got over everything that happened in Derry, but I sort of forgot about it.”

“You think that it didn’t work out because you were hung up on someone else?”

“Not necessarily. I think that I just, there was something missing. There always was and I think not being honest with myself or anyone else made love really hard for me. Repressing really fucked me up. I regret it.”

Young Richie goes silent. It’s a weird sight and he only nods, he doesn’t say anything.

“I’m not trying to scare you kid. I promise; and you don’t have to do anything you don’t want to. I just want you to be happier than I am. I’m 40 and single; and even though you can be happy single. There is nothing wrong with it, but I just think I could be happier. I feel like my life has zoomed by me and even though I’m rich or whatever you wanna call it, I feel like my heart is missing something.”

Young Richie is silent for a second and older Richie can tell he’s thinking. He doesn’t take long before he says, “that was pretty gay.”

Older Richie nods, “yeah, it was.”

“Well, I appreciate the sentiment and I will highly think about it. I won’t forget this or you or my friends. So, thanks for the advice, and for saving everyone. I honestly didn’t really like myself, but you being here, and being so cool has kind of made me love myself.”

“Wow, I can’t believe that. A 13 year old likes me. I’m a 40 year old dork and you like me.”

“Yeah, well, I am a dork so..... And don’t let anyone know,” he says, going over to his older self and hugging him. It feels nice. He feels like for once in his life, that someone was really caring, listening to Richie. He was scared, but at the same time, he couldn’t feel more ready for the future.

“Alright, that’s enough sap for one day,” older Richie says, letting go of himself, saying one last thing before leaving the club house.

“I believe in you.”

Then, he’s out of the clubhouse, waving at the rest of the losers, who smile as he walks to the library, calls a cab again, and makes his way to Al’s diner.

It’s late and the diner is closed. There are no cars in the parking lot or on the street. Richie doesn’t see a single soul in sight. Richie didn’t plan for that, but he could adapt, and nobody was here so that would make breaking in a little easier.

So, Richie went to the back, broke the lock to the door, let the alarm go off, as he ran to the pantry, and walked inside, praying that when he stepped out, he’d be met with one man show, because he wasn’t about to get arrested.

Luckily when he opened the pantry again, it was light out, and that was the first good sign. He took a sigh of relief, as he rushed out the kitchen, noticing one man show handing a milkshake to a kid. He didn’t even notice that Richie had come out from behind the counter.

That’s when Richie noticed his table, which had his phone and keys. Once he opened his phone, he lost his breath, seeing 4 missed calls from his manager and 2 from Eddie, which were time stamped from today.

He smiled, quickly taking out his phone and called Eddie.

This could not be real, it just couldn’t. It worked? What if Eddie was dead. What if he was just hallucinating, what if-.

“Hello,” Richie hears Eddie say over the receiver and he drops his phone on the ground.

#Reddie #reddie fanfic #it fanfiction

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Sequel-CHAPTER 21

CHRIS

On the way back to the hotel she was very quite she just rest her body against mine the whole time her cousin and her uncle talked full in Spanish very fast that I couldn’t catch it at all but whatever they was saying made her grunt a few times and hold on to me tighter. Once at the hotel she went right in and I went to the kitchen to get me something to drink. Then I went and looked for her I walked to the room door and it was closed when I tried to go in it was locked and I knocked a few times but she didn’t say anything. So I sat down by the door and I listened and I could hear her crying, I sat there for a few minutes then I knocked again, that’s when I heard the door unlock and I got up and opened the door and I saw her by the dress she was taking off all her clothes I just stood there watching her, I had no reason to look away cause she’s my wife I can watch her I wanted to keep my mind on her crying but my dick was getting hard as hell. She then turned and walked to me and got up on her tippy toes, and leaned up to kiss me. A very sexy light kiss, she then sank to her knees pulling my shorts down to expose my hard dick. She took my dick in her mouth giving it a good hard suck and she deep throat me a few times.

She stood back up stroking my dick with one hand I reached down to feel that smooth mound, and felt her wet pussy that I love. She moaned as I slid a finger in past her pussy lips and into her tight hole. She kissed me wildly putting her arms around the back of my neck and grinding into my fingering.

“Please fuck me, I just wanna fuck you so bad” she moaned in between kissing me as she pushed down on my probing fingers. “I’m so wet and ready for your big dick.” she groaned. “I want you inside me!”

"I guess I better do what my little wife says then, and give you a good deep fucking.“ I said.

She then jumped up wrapping her legs around me. "I want you to fuck me hard Daddy!!” she said as she slipped her tongue into my ear. I stepped out of my shorts, and carried her over to the bed. Laying her down, and then I pulled off my shirt. She was rubbing her pussy hard, looking up at me biting her lower lip. I think she was so turned on that she was cumming already. As I leaned over she reached out for my hard dick, pulling it towards that wet pussy. She rubbed the dick head on her pussy, then guided it into.

I looked down into those sexy brown eyes, they looked to be pleading for me to fuck her hard I knew what was going on here, she wanted what had happen off her mind and I’m glad to help. She kissed me, her tongue going wild in my mouth. As her hips pushed her up against me. You could here the squishing wet sounds coming from our fucking so loudly. I was pumping her hot pussy fast, hard I wouldn’t last long at all.

“I’m cumming, cumming all over your big dick!” she said looking up at me. I felt a rush of heat wash over my dick she was pushing my dick out squirting all on me, and now even I couldn’t believe I was able to stay inside her.

“Bae give me another baby” I moaned and kissed under her chin to her ear, licking it.

“That’s what you want huh another baby?” she moaned kissing my neck.

“Yes, yes” I moaned

“Okay, give it to me rabbit, give it to me” she moaned that was all I could take, and I gave a few hard final deep thrusts then I came. I looked down at her, and her eyes got wide as I pumped a huge load of my seed inside her pussy.

"That’s it Daddy, fill my pussy with your cum. Give me that baby!“ she moaned softly into my ear. She was grinding into me to get out every drop I swear, her pussy held onto my dick so tight I couldn’t move if I wanted to. Then she leaned up to me and kissed me deeply and I wrapped my arms around her shoulders holding her closer to me. Shes kissed my cheek wrapped her arms around me and we held each other like this for a while and we ended up falling asleep just like this, she didn’t want me to move everytime I tried to move she held me tighter.

Later that night when we finally woke up she didn’t say anything but she was in the living room on her laptop typing away I was on the couch watching the came and on twitter tweeting random weird shit like I normally do. I looked back at Erin she had one leg over the chair and I moved more to see what she was doing and I knew it, she was fingering herself, I got up and walked behind her to see what she was looking at.

“I knew your ass was watching porn” I said and she throw her head back and looked up at me and smiled.

“I was wondering how long it was going to take you to come here and find out” she said and poked out her lips for me to kiss and I leaned down to her and kissed her pushing my tongue in her mouth touching her face. We broke the kiss and I looked at the screen and that when I felt her, she had pulled my boxers down and was slowing stroking my hard dick I looked down at her and she smiled up at me and then licked and kissed the tip and then started to suck on, slow at first then a little faster, I couldn’t help but to moan. Without saying a word I picked her up by her shoulders to get her to her feet. I spun her around bent my knees to get a better angle, and as she leaned back against me ground my hard dick in her ass crack. I reached around pulling on those hard nipples, and I nibbled on her neck. Erin was grinding her hot little ass into my hard dick back into me just as hard as I am rubbing it in her ass cheeks. Erin gasped and couldn’t get out any words as I bent down more sliding half my hard dick into her pussy.

“Shit bae fuck” I moaned and somehow I was able to close the laptop and I started ramming my dick in her hard as fuck she was screaming loud driving me crazy. I got lost in how good she felt I grabbed a hand ful of her hair and was giving it to her hard and fast.

“CHRIISSS, CHRIISSSS I LOVE IT FUCK ME HARD BABY HARDER” she screamed out I picked her up so her back was against my chest and my left hand was around her neck squeezing as my right hand and arm was around her waist holding her up while I was fucking her hard as hell.

“SHIIIITT DAMNN FUUCCKK TAKE THAT DICK” I moaned squeezing her neck a little tighter fucking her harder than ever, I felt her grab my hand with both of hers.

“CHRIS CHRIS TOO TIGHT STOP, STOP I CAN’T BREATHE, I CAN’T FUCKING BREATHE, CHRIS STOOOP” she scream it took me a second then I felt her nails dig into me and I let her neck go and my hand was moved to her mouth then I screamed

“ERIN WHAT THE FUCK” I screamed letting her go cause she bit my hand hard as shit she grabbed the table gasping for breath. She moved from in front of me and looked at me holding her neck. “DID, Did you just bite me?”

“You was choking me Chris I couldn’t breathe I screamed for you to stop but you wouldn’t” she said I walked to her and pulled her to me and kissed her forehead.

“I’m sorry I got caught up with it” I said rubbing her back.

“Okay sorry for biting you but you wouldn’t listen” she said and giggled. Later that night we took a shower and left to go have dinner once we got to the restaurant we was seated in a private area where we could still see the stage.

ERIN

After we was in our area I was happy to be here it was one of the best Spanish restaurants in all of Dominican Republic, and I always wanted to come here, it was a place me and my Dad was supposed to had come when I graduated from high school but I was more than glad I was here with Chris. The owner came to us greeting us and really happy to see us there.

“Hola Mr. & Mrs. Brown, (with him walking to us the people there notice who we was and the place went crazy fans there was waving and of course we waved back as BigPat, Big Chris, Robbie and Eddie was seated to the table next to us.) voy a tener una botella del mejor champán traído en la casa y si usted necesita cualquier cosa que yo soy el dueño y el director Robert ( a lady walks over) Michelle que le dará todo lo que necesite tan feliz que usted está aquí” Robert said {Hola Mr. & Mrs. Brown, voy a tener una botella del mejor champán traído en la casa y si usted necesita cualquier cosa que yo soy el dueño y el director Robert Michelle que le dará todo lo que necesite tan feliz que usted está aquí } and kissed my hand then shook Chris’s and they both walk away. I scooted my chair closer to Chris who smiled and put his right arm around me and enter lace his left hand fingers with my right hand as my left hand rest on his right leg. The music started playing real soft and sexy I rested my head on his shoulder and he kissed my forehead.

“I love this type of music” I said

“Yea me too, bae is there any chance that we could have another baby?” he asked and I looked up at him and kissed his nose.

“You don’t think we have enough we got 6 kids we ain’t the Jackson’s or the Wayne’s” I said and he smile showing his dimples, I knew this wasn’t going to be the last time he brought more kids up. After about an hour there the lady Michelle walked to us.

“Hola Odio preguntar esto, pero de todos modos hay que puede realizar con la banda?” Michelle asks looking at me. { Hi I hate to ask you this but is there anyway you can perform with the band?}

“Yo, no podía Chris” I say{ Me, no Chris could}

“Erin you can do it they don’t want me” he says and I smile.

“No está a celeb más grande que yo” I say{ No he’s a bigger celeb than me }

“Bueno umm su parte dominicana y significaría mucho para nosotros si usted podría cantar para nosotros aquí algo en español” Michelle asked smiling, I look at Chris and he smiles.{Well umm your part Dominican and it would mean a lot to us if you could sing for us here something in Spanish}

“Do bae just don’t sing to fast so I can keep up” he says then I start to stand up and he helps me with my chair and stands up with me and kisses me I smile as I walk on to the stage and goes to the band.

“We can play whatever you like” the drummer says

“Bidi Bidi Bom Bom” I say

“Yea we know that” the piano player says and starts to play.

“Bidi bidi bom bom

Bidi bidi bom bom

Bidi bidi bidi

Cada vez

Cada vez que lo veo pasar

Mi corazon se enloquece

(Se enloquece)

Y me empieza a palpitar

( the people in here sing Bidi bidi bom bom )

Y se emociona

(the people in here sing Y se emociona)

Ya no razona

No lo puedo controlar

(the people in here sing Bidi bidi bom bom )

Y se emociona

(Y se emociona)

Ya no razona

Y me empieza a cantar

(Cantar)

Me canta asi, asi, asi, asi

Bidi bidi bom bom

(the people in here sing Bidi bidi bom bom)

Bidi bidi bom bom

(Bidi bidi bom bom)

Bidi bidi bidi bidi bidi bom bom

Bidi bidi bidi bidi bidi bidi bom

Cada vez

Cada vez que lo oigo hablar

(Cada vez, cada vez)

Me tiemblan hasta las piernas

(Las piernas)

Y el corazn igual

(Bidi bidi bom bom)

Y se emociona

(the people in here sing Y se emociona)

Ya no razona

No lo puedo controlar

(Bidi bidi bom bom)

Y se emociona

(Y se emociona)

Ya no razona

Y me empieza a cantar

(Cantar)

Me canta asi, asi, asi, asi

Bidi bidi bom bom

(Bidi bidi bom bom)

Bidi bidi bom bom

(Bidi bidi bom bom)

Bidi bidi bidi bidi bidi bom bom

Bidi bidi bidi bidi bidi bidi bom

Cuando escucho esta cancion (I started dancing aroud a little on the stage)

Mi corazon quiere cantar asi

Bidi bidi bom bom

(the people in here sing Bidi bidi bom bom)

Bidi bidi bom bom

(Bidi bidi bom bom)

(Me canta asi, me canta asi)

Bidi bidi bidi bidi bidi bom bom

(Cada vez que lo veo pasar)

Bidi bidi bidi bidi bidi bidi bom

Bidi bidi bom bom

(Bidi bidi bom bom)

Bidi bidi bom bom

(Bidi bidi bom bom)

(Mi corazon enloquece)

Bidi bidi bidi bidi bidi bom bom

(Cada vez que lo veo pasar)

Bidi bidi bidi bidi bidi bidi bom

Bidi bidi bom bom

Y empieza a palpitar asi

Cada vez

Cada vez que lo veo pasar

Mi corazn se enloquece

Y me empieza a palpitar” I sing and they clap and cheer and I turn to the band and bow thanking them then back to the crowd I bow real cute.

“One more song please” the crowd asks

“One of my favorite song my Granny used to sing this to me Como La Flor.” I say

“You start and we’ll pick it up” the piano guy says and smiles and I turn around to the mic.

“Yo se que tienes un nuevo amor

Sin embargo, te deseo lo mejor

Si en mi no encontraste felicidad

Tal vez alguien mas te la dara. Como la flor (como la flor), con tanto amor (con tanto amor)

Me diste tu, se marchito

Me marcho hoy, yo se perder

Pero, Aaaayyy! Como me duele

Aaaayyy! Como me duele

Si vieras como duele perder tu amor

Con tu adios te llevas mi corazon

No se si pueda volver a amar

Porque te di todo el amor que pude dar

Como la flor (como la flor), con tanto amor (con tanto amor)

Me diste tu, se marchito

Me marcho hoy, yo se perder

Pero, Aaaayyy! Como me duele

Aaaayyy! (they started singing with me) Como me duele, Como la flor (como la flor), con tanto amor (con tanto amor)

Me diste tu, se marchito

Me marcho hoy, yo se perder

Pero, Aaaayyy! Como me duele

Aaaayyy! Como me duele” I sing and do a cute bow as the crowd stands and claps for me I turn and walk off the stage ��right to Chris who’s smiling hard.

“Beautiful bae” he says and kisses me

“Thank you, not as good as you but I’ll get there” I say and I walked back to Chris and he hugs me. We ordered our food and we sit side by side, and yet still stare into each other’s eyes as our food arrived and we ate. He take my hand in his, kissing my fingers softly.

“Enjoying your meals” Michelle asks walking to us

“Yes ma’am “I say and smiles

“If you need anything else please let me know” Michelle says and walks away. After we was done eating he reach between my legs, brushing the dress aside and start massaging. Chris started lightly, teasingly as best he can.

“Bae” he say and I look at him and smile.

“Yea” I say

“I can’t wait to get you home and tongue fuck that pussy” he whisper in my ear and I kisses his nose.

“Oh yea” I say the waiter comes back for our desert order and he don’t stop massaging my sopping pussy, he hide it well enough as he order.

“Desert?” the waiter asks

“A brownie sundae for us to share.” he say He takes our order and leave us alone. Knowing we should have close to 10 minutes he thrust his fingers into me again, and as I gasp in surprise.

“Rabbit” I softly moans And rest my chin on his shoulder.

"Cum before deserts gets here for a present, fail and there is a punishment.” he say and kiss my neck. He start to work my g spot hard, it’s all I can do is to hold on to his forearm as he finger fuck me hard an well, but he slow down cause I am get close, holding back, I try humping his hand back, to finish myself, but I can’t dislodge it. After 10 minutes of wrestling his arm for my orgasm the waiter comes from the back, our desert in hand and I look him in the eyes. He don’t want me to win this one, and I knew it. Desperately I try to at least gather myself, but when the waiter is 10 feet away he start finger fucking me with everything he had, I was lost in the ecstasy when he gets to the table, eyes rolled back of my head and grasping his arm for dear life, not knowing if I could hold back even if I tried.

The waiter sets the desert down and rushes off, Chris will be sure to tip him well. But he give me everything he can. I lost it, he can feel it convulse against him and my nails digging into his arm and she bites down on my shoulder, he will probably have marks for a few days, but this moment is worth it. It’s a good few minutes before I recover, and he went back to massaging my pussy lips and clitoris. I don’t let his arm go though as he pull it out from under my dress and I wrap his arm around my shoulder and starts to gently suck my juices off of his fingers. Knowing this makes his blood boil for a moment and I love every second of it. After I was done I snuggle in close.

"You so bad.“ I whispers in his ear before kissing his ear lobe. He pulls me tight and reply

"You the one who’s got a punishment later. I couldn’t have been that bad." He say and I giggle in my post orgasm glow, and we take out time eating the warm brownie and homemade vanilla ice cream. About 2 hours later the restaurant was closing we got up and the manger and the owner came to us as he wrapped his arms around my waist.

“Thank yall so much for coming and for singing for us and everything was on the house” Robert said and Chris took a $100 dollar bill out and put it on the table and Robert looked at him.

“For the waiter you gotta leave a tip” he said I leaned in and gave Robert a kiss on the cheek as well as Michelle.

“Thank yall again” Michelle says and then we was invited to go paint balling with the people who worked here. We both said sure that we would love to go paint balling with them tomorrow. We finally leave and Pat starts to drive off. He pull me to him and wrap his arms around me.

“Had a good time tonight?” he asked kissing my neck and my face.

“Yes I did I loved it so much fun. Thank you Rabbit” I say We rode back to the hotel and I was heated on what he did to me and it was my turn to mess with him, we both went to the room and I went to him and he smiled at me, of course I smiled back. I smiled a little then brought my lips to his and kissed him gently. At the same time I ran my fingernails up his spine lightly, so he could barely feel it. I nibbled Chris’s bottom lip for a second and he put his hands behind my head, pulling my face closer. I ran my hands through his hair and slipped my tongue into his mouth just a little before I pulled back. He growled and pulled me even closer, a sense of urgency about him now.

"Stop teasing me bae,” he groaned.

“No.” I said and wasn’t about to stop doing anything that could get this reaction out of him.

Chris slid his hand back up skirt and grabbed my butt, which he knew I loved. He was playing dirty, so I’d have to get even dirtier. I started slowly rotating my pelvis, grinding hard against him. He was getting really hard and it turned me on so much. I pushed my tongue into his mouth, kissing him more forcefully. He responded quickly, and started running his fingers up and down my back. I could feel the wetness between my legs; I wanted him so badly, but I was going to wait for a little and keep teasing him. Slowly, one button at a time, I began to undo his shirt. He tried to help me, but I pushed his hands away.

"No helping, let me do whatever I want. I’m sure you’ll like it.“ I said

I pulled his shirt off and smiled. I loved his body; he was so strong and toned. Seeing his chest and all his tattoos almost made me forget what I was doing, but I looked up at his face and my head cleared a little. I ran my hands over his chest and traced the contours of his tattoos, loving the feel of his bare skin. I wanted to feel his skin against mine so badly. I could feel my nipples harden and knew that Chris would notice since every inch of our bodies was touching. I reached down and grabbed the hem of my shirt, then started to slowly pull it up over my head. My full breasts and erect nipples drew Chris’s gaze down and I saw a look of hunger cross his face. He leaned down and started to kiss my neck softly, then with increasing pressure. I was starting to breathe a bit faster now. I felt Chris’s tongue running up my neck toward my ear and I let out a sigh.

I ran my hands through his curls then pulled his face up to mine and kissed him passionately, letting the true magnitude of my desire show. Chris’s fingers were running along my breasts now and I moaned in pleasure. I leaned my head back, giving him better access to my chest. When his mouth found its way to my nipple, I gasped and grabbed onto him. He licked my nipple gently then nibbled on it, making my legs a little wobbly. His breathing accelerated and he pulled me against him hard. I could feel his erection – he was rock hard. I groaned loudly and dug my fingernails into his back. By now I could feel the wetness in between my legs – I was very close to losing control.

"This has to go, now,” I said as I undid his belt buckle. He grinned and pulled the belt through its loops and let it drop behind him. I moaned longingly at the sight of the bulge in his pants. He let out a faint chuckle and took my hand in his, then placed it on his dick. I could feel the blood pulsing in his veins. I wanted to tease him for a little longer so I dropped my hand, which let me focus better.

Chris wrapped me in his arms, then slid his hands down to my thighs, and back up under my skirt, cupping my butt. He pulled me close to him and leaned down to my ear

“You really should go without underwear more often, I like it.” he whisper

I giggled. “I’ll keep it in mind.” Chris moved his hands around to my stomach and then trailed down between my legs. I spread my legs a bit and he slid his hand in between my thighs.

He moaned. “You are so wet. Oh my god.”

I gasped when he pressed his index finger against my clit. I wanted him so badly. He slipped a finger inside me and I groaned as he started to pump it in and out. I reached down and pulled his head up to mine so I could kiss his neck. While I was kissing him, I unzipped his pants and they fell around his ankles. I leaned over and pulled his boxers down, exposing his rock hard dick. I kneeled down in front of Chris and smiled up at him. His face showed a look of longing. He knew what was coming, but I was going to make him wait just a second longer. Then, very slowly, I licked along the underside of his dick, from the base to the head. He groaned.

“Bae please” he begged me take him inside my mouth, but I wouldn’t. I continued to lick him for a moment, then I finally took him all the way into my mouth and he gasped. He loved it when I deep throated him. I grabbed his butt and pulled him towards me, and he buried himself in my mouth as far as he could. His dick was hot in my mouth and I loved the feeling, the skin was so smooth. I could taste the salty precum and felt a rush of desire radiate from my chest to my groin. We went on like this for another minute or two before I stood up and pushed him down onto the couch. I took off my skirt before straddling him. The feel of his rock hard dick on my clit was amazing. I moaned and started grinding myself into him as hard as I could. Chris ran his fingers lightly up my thighs and then continued up my sides to my nipples, pinching them. I was panting by now and it was impossible to stop grinding my clit into his dick; it felt too good.

“I don’t want you to cum just yet,” he said and he grasped my hips, holding me still. I squirmed hopelessly. He lifted me up a little so the head of his dick was pressed against me. I tried to lower myself down onto him, but he had a vice-like grip on me. I knew that this was hard for him because I was positive that he felt the heat and wetness emanating from between my legs. I gave up and moved forward, towards his face. I let my breasts hang down in his face and he happily took one of my nipples into his mouth while he used his hand to play with the other one. My breathing was starting to slow a tad now and I had better control over myself. I kissed down Chris’s neck to his collarbone, lingering there for a moment before continuing down his chest and stomach. I moved down his stomach to the base of his dick and felt him tense up. I blew warm air over the head and flicked my tongue over the hole and heard him groan. I smiled and started to make my way back up to his neck.

“Why did you have to stop,” he asked desperately.

“Because you made me stop,” I whispered in his ear.

He pulled me down toward his hard dick, stopping when the tip of it was pressed gently against my clit. The slight pressure was enough to start my heart pounding again. Then he started to rotate his hips so the head of his dick was massaging my clit. I let out a strangled cry, something between a yell and a growl. I was starting to get close again. Then Chris adjusted himself slightly, and he was once again positioned to enter me. I dug my fingernails into his chest, trying to lower myself on to him, but he wouldn’t let me.

“Please,” I begged.

Smirking, Chris lowered me down with agonizing slowness. I cried out, wanting him to bury himself in me as far as he could. I started moaning once he was halfway inside me. It felt so good – he was so hard, and his skin was on fire. As soon as he’s all the way in he starts to pump in and out again. I’m panting now and he’s picking up speed. I can feel an orgasm building. It’s impossible for me to keep quiet now. I’m almost to the edge when Chris suddenly slows and I let out a shriek. I was so close. I look at Chris and he chuckles.

“I’m in control now bae. I can do this all night long if I want.” He said I know that he’s exaggerating, his breathing is ragged and his entire body is tense – he’s close to the edge as well. He holds me in place for several seconds, letting me calm down before he starts up again. This time, when I get close he slows just enough to keep me on the edge for however long he wants to. I can’t do anything about it; his hands are like vices around my hips.

“CHRIS FUCK” I start to yell from frustration, the feeling is so intense. I can feel the blood pulsing in his dick, and it drags me closer to the edge. Then Chris releases my hips and puts his finger on my clit, pressing hard. I gasp as he starts to pump in and out again. I can feel the orgasm start to hit, a tidal wave of intense pleasure that sweeps through my entire body. I let out an animalistic scream and I feel Chris explode with me, hear his shout of ecstasy.

“SHHHIIIIIIITTTTT BAE” He moaned and he wrapped his arms around my waist pulling me down to him kissing me passionately I was loving every minute of it. After we both came we wrapped up in the cover and kissed until we both feel asleep.

***THE NEXT DAY THAT AFTERNOON***

Me and Chris met up with the workers from the restaurant last night and we was breaking up into teams.

¿Todos hablan única causa española Chris puede hablar, pero él sólo puede seguir…” I said looking at them. { Do you all speak only Spanish cause Chris can speak it but he can only follow if you speak it slowly. }

“We speak English, when we work we have to only speak Spanish cause most of the people who come in only speak it” A guy said

“Okay alright well yall are my team we can speak it very fast he won’t catch on” I said and my team laughed as we went and got out paint ball gear. “Excuse me can you take our picture please”

“Sure” the guy said and took our picture and I posted

“YOUR GOING DOWN BITCHES” I screamed and it was on. We went to the paint ball war zone we was running around laughing shooting we was out here for about a hour and a half til it was me and 3 people on my team and just Chris was all by himself.

“He’s over to the side laying down on the ground peeking. He’s trying to get the sneak attack on us” Johnny said and I nodded

“Deje que divide e ir hacia él a la vez que no vea que viene, nos aseguramos que encendemos el culo para arriba” I said { Let split up and go at him all at once he won’t see that coming, make sure we light his ass up} we all split up and ran right to where he was and he saw us coming and he tried to run but started shooting at us. “Protegerme, En el momento en que llegue a mí me lo llevaré a cabo” { Shield me, By the time he gets to me I’ll take him out } we all was now moving towards Chris and he jumped up shooting at all of us and I ran around the side and came up behind him and put the gun to his head. “GAME OVER BREEZY”

“Erin wait” he said trying not to laugh.

“NOPE YOU DIE” I said and shot him in the back a few times and he screamed and fell forward on his stomach, pretending to be dying, coughing, shaking we stood around and laughed at him, he so silly. “Are you done?”

He rolled over to his back and frowned. “Can I please shoot you, it’ll make the pain go away” he whined.

“In the arm once” I said and he got up and before I could brace myself he shot me. “AAAAHH, How about a warning you loser” he giggled and pulled me to a hug and gave me a kiss.I took a picture with my team happy we won and i posted it.

We hung out with them some more and they told us about a street festival that was going to be going on and we was down for it I told Chris to call the crew when we got back to the hotel but he was pretending that he didn’t hear me he was on his phone for the most part of the ride back to the hotel once in the suite he went and took a shower and got dress and sat down and I came to talk to him and he still didn’t answer me so I took his picture and posted it

“Fine ignore me all you want” I said as I walked to the bathroom and took my shower and got dressed and noticed the wound on my arm and took a picture of it and posted it.

I walked out into the livingroom where Chris was and he was watching tv.

‘So I take it your not going huh? Since your ignoring me right?” I said and he looked at me and smiled a little.

“Nawl I’m not anymore you ready?” he asked getting up hugging me and we went ahead and left and met up with the crew and went off, of course we had the police with us but we still had fun, it was good music and good food I even took a few pictures with fans that I had posted

The time here was so good I was loving it, this honeymoon was going so good I was so happy that things are going great.

CHRIS

The next 2 weeks here was fun we was now hanging out with the crew, and her cousins. I was laying on the couch and Erin was laying on the floor with her feet on my stomach she was watching tv upside down, I was on the phone with my Mom but I couldn’t understand everything she was saying cause she was crying and this made me sit up. My Mom was crying and telling me sorry that she didn’t call sooner and tell me the truth from the last time we spoke, the day we went paint balling I wasn’t mad at Erin I was in my thoughts cause I was on the phone with my mamma and she told me Aaron’s hair was falling out more and more from his chemo treatment and I told her to go ahead and cut it all off and I was just worried about him and she been calling me these past 2 weeks telling me about how he’s doing. I should told Erin, I know he’s her son too but I didn’t wanna tell Erin to worry her.

“Mamma please slow down” I said and Erin turned and sat up looking at me.

Ph) “He took a turn for the worst last week yall need to come home now” mamma said …click I just hung up and got up.

“What’s wrong Chris what is it?” she asked

“It’s Aaron he’s in the hospital we gotta go home, I’ll call the crew” I said and I went to her and hugged her tight. We, well I called everyone and we was all packed up and left it was going to be a 6 hour and 45 minute flight all the way back to L.A. I told Erin everything, I had to let her know I knew what was going on and she lost it on me right there on the plane in front of everyone she got up and started hitting me saying how mad she was at me for keeping this from her and how we should have left the moment he was taken to the hospital. She didn’t want me to touch her and she went right to Pat and laid her head on him and cried, I sat there and watched him try to calm her down but it didn’t work she started to have a seizure I got up and went to her and helped him with her, when she was done I sat with them she did sit back with me, wrapping her arms around my arm.

After the 6 and a half hours flight we wanted to go home and change first, I think Erin was more scared to go to the hospital and we went right to her house and once there she took her bags to her closet and said she was going to change real fast and for me to go ahead and change.

She grabbed her clothes and she dressed quickly. Turning to her suitcase and looking at it when She saw a picture of all the Kid in there and she looked at the one of Aaron, getting it looking at it the truth why we was back here hit her hard and She felt as if She ’d been punched in the stomach. She sank onto the floor holding the picture in her hands clenched against her as she leant over her knees in an effort to get some air back into her lungs.

Tears came unbidden to her eyes, trickling over her lashes and falling at her feet. God She felt like she made such a mess of things! She felt like it was her fault, even if we all told her it wasn’t. She felt so bad for the kids and for me as well. Never mind her. How was our relationship going to survive this? How on earth was everything going to be okay ever again? She hoped against hope that it would be.

She could feel a sob building in her chest but she swallowed it back not wanting to let me see her as a blubbering mess. She needn’t have worried. I was already standing in the doorway of the closet as she glanced that way to check to see if I was dressed yet. She was hoping to get herself under some semblance of control before she came into the room, but she guess my timing was better than hers, or worse maybe. I just gazed at her with a sad kind of look in my eyes knowing, without having to ask, what had her upset. I walked over and sat beside her, draping my arm around her shoulders and pulling her into my chest.

“Please don’t cry! I told you; it’ll be okay, we’ll work it out somehow.” I reassured her softly.

“How?” she asked dejectedly.

“Honestly? I don’t really know, but we will. I’m sure of that. We just need to give it a little more time. And just keep praying that he’ll be okay and come home” I said

“Do you really believe that Chris?” she asked sniffing. I gave her a soft smile as I brushed away her tears.

“I really do, Bae.” I say.

“Do you think he’s going to die or do you think he’s going to come home?“ she asked I leant back and raised her chin with my hand, staring into her face.

"I know he’s coming home he’s fighter like his mommy, he just need this rest so he can cause hell later,” I said seriously as I leant down and brushed a fleeting kiss across her lips. I would never lie to her again but right then I did.

“Chris I hope your right I don’t know if I can live with myself if he… (she swallowed the huge lump in her throat at what she was going to say next and her voice wavered badly as she finished) If he doesn’t pull through and I don’t think we should have more kids. I don’t want you to lose any more babies because of me.You’ll probably not want me anymore" she says as big fat tears rolled down her cheeks. I shook my head, my brow furrowed a little in anger as my fingers dug almost painfully into her shoulders.

“Don’t ever think that! Not for a second, not ever, do you hear me?” I said as she sniffed pathetically and my grip loosened somewhat. “Erin I know how you’re feeling but don’t feel that way this is not your fault” I said

“But…” she said

“No buts! I won’t lose him or you, not at all he will be fine.” I growled. I laid a palm softly against her cheek. I continued more gently, “Promise me Erin; you won’t even think about that again! Not after today.”

She blinked and turned her head into my palm, kissing the warm skin of my hand as she half stood and scooted over, ensconcing herself on my lap. She pulled up her knees and tucked her body in against mines as she laid her head on my shoulder. I held her close.

"I promise!“ She whispered.

"Thank you! (I pressed my lips against her brow) I have faith, God will help us and hear our cry” I said in a low voice whispered against her skin. I rose and pulled her up with me, setting her feet down on the floor gently. And with that we left and went right to the hospital.

Once we got there we was showed to his room and I had to hold back my tears to see my son in a hospital bed, Mamma got up and hugged us both Erin went right to his bed side and ran her hands over his bald head. Kissing his face I stood there watching her cry softly and I wasn’t able to hold my own tears back cause I started to cry too.

We was here in the hospital for about 11 days, 11 long days Aaron was moved to intensive care but doctors relized during an MRI scan that no treatment would save our son. When he went for the scan and never woke up. Basically it was just a matter of time. They told us we could have as long as we wanted but he would either go on his own or we could make the decision to switch off the machine. He was on the machine when we got here. Christia was here laying in the bed with him talking to him, reading to him and really just talking about the pictures, he was awake then but like I said once he went for the scan he never woke up. The whole crew came in and spoke with him, even Bruno and his band came by to say bye to him, as well as Rihanna, Kae, Jhene they all came by. We had to decide whether we wanted to switch off the machine. It was the hardest thing ever but we didn’t want him to suffer anymore. So we put him in his Spiderman Pyjamas and of course we stayed with him until the next morning. He looked so peaceful and comfortable. We got thousands of phone calls, text, emails, twitter meggages of support and sympathy and love.

That morning Erin was in the bed with him and I was sitting by the bed holding his hand neither one of us real slept. But that morning at 6:22 am we felt him take his last breath in his sleep and that when we both lost it. But to hear my wife drop to her knees and scream when the nurses came in to the room and checked him and said he was gone. The scream she let out I will never forget it, the tears and the cries that was in that room, I held Erin tight as we cried, and had to watch them wheel his lifeless body out of the room, was heartbreaking, I don’t know how we are going to make it, I just don’t know I hate to say this I know its not her fault, but part of me feels like it is.

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