The figure bent down so that the girl could see who it was. The blue colored hair told her right away that it was Richie. "Come on, you've suffered enough in this house." He offered out his hand, which she took without hesitation. Richie was the only sane one in this house. He was like an angel, that kept the house from falling into chaos. He helped her out of bed and helped pack some things. He had his bag downstairs, and set hers right next to his. He stopped in the room and looked her in the eye. "(Y/n)... Im so sorry." He whispered before he kissed her on the lips. She didn't pull away, so he stayed for a couple seconds. He pulled away and smiled. His smile faded as he sighed, he then took her to a door. "I have one last thing before we go.." Richie said in a sorrowful voice. (Y/n) stayed quiet behind him. He opened the door and looked at Trevor. He was still crying, and there were tissues around him. "Trevor..." He looked up and felt a wave of guilt flow over him when he saw then holding hands. "Trevor I know you said you didn't want to be around me, and I know that youbwere hurting. But I want to apologize. It may not be my fault, but I'm just sorry. I want you to come with me and (Y/n). We're leaving this house, and I can't do it without you." He stopped when he felt tears in his eyes. Trevor sat and stared at Richie, then got up and grabbed his keys. Richie unconsciously squeezed (Y/n)'s hand in his excitement. Trevor packed his things and walked up to him.

"I'm sorry." He simply said while he went in for a hug. The two stayed for a second, then pulled away. "I would bever let you leave without me." He smiled and walked with the two to the front door. (Y/n) took one last look at the house and felt all the memories, nightmares, all the nights she cried herself to sleep, hit her like a ton of bricks. Tears were staining her cheeks without her knowing. Richie smiled and pulled on her arm. She looked back to see his and Trevor's faces. They were sending comforting signals towards her, and for the first time in a long time, she felt like she could trust Trevor again. The three led the house, leaving all the pain and fear behind. Trevor took his car and started it. Richie sat in the front while (Y/n) happily took the backseat. A few minutes after they started driving, Richie took (Y/n)'s hand.

"(Y/n)... I love you. And I always will. Trevor is my best friend... And I couldn't leave him. I hope you understand that." He paused while she shook her head in approval. "Thank you... you were always understanding. I'm sorry we kept you in that house for so long, I'm so so sorry for everything. I hope you forgive us one day. But till then, the three of us are going to leave this place. I found a house in another state, and we're gonna live there. It will only be the three of us, and the others will never find us." He smiled at the thought. "And I'll finally be happy... with the girl I love, and my best friend." Tears fell out of his eye while he let her hand go. "Its a little far so you should sleep while we drive." She nodded and looked out of the car window. She was glad to be out of that prison, and with someone she trusts. And for the first time she felt a speckle of happiness.

In what they call... Love.

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