mercy ; peter ballard

26. francis forever

may 13, 1986

bea sat parked in her car, outside of her trailer. she was furious. after all she had done for them, they were just using her for her abilities because they didn't have eleven and tossed her aside as soon as their little superhero returned with her powers. it wasn't fair. she sacrificed peter, sawyer, elodie, and so much more for people who probably wouldn't have missed her if she was the one that was killed.

she gripped the steering wheel, angry tears streamed her face as she tried not to lash out.

'breathe. breathe. rainbows and fucking sunshine, bea,' she tries to calm herself. it wasn't working. she was royally pissed.

she didn't want to compromise herself by using her powers. instead, she began to hit her steering wheel with the palm of her hand. once, twice, three times. she must've looked like a crazy person. "goddamnit!" she cried, throwing herself back onto the seat. she noted that she should get herself a punching bag.

she wiped her face, frustrated. maybe they weren't her family. she appreciated will and robin trying to stick up for her, but she was tired of fighting so hard for a family that didn't even want her. her family was either dead or lost. and she was going to find them.

she went inside her trailer. out of spite, she shoved anything of jonathan and argyle's into a duffle bag and placed it at the doors for when they return for their stuff. she wrote will a small note before putting his clothes in an old suitcase, making sure his was nicely folded. she placed his next to jonathan and argyle's.

she sat, legs crossed on the ground. next to her, tilly laid down. she allowed herself to focus. she used her mind to lock the five locks on her door and began to focus on getting through to him. he would care.

she closed her eyes and she opened them to see him. he was in his mortal state when he entered into her mindspace. it was their home. they were in the kitchen, the children playing outside once again. he turned around, seeing her clearly upset state.

"bea," he said, quietly. he rushed to her, studying her to make sure she was alright. "what did they do to you?" he asked, embracing her.

bea's arms wrapped around his waist and she rested her head against his chest. bea sniffled, "i hate them. they wanted to lock me away again. they only wanted to use me as an advantage."

sure, he was getting her back, but it still pained him to see her this way. he rested his chin on her head. he never wanted to let go. "they're going to pay," he mumbled, lowly.

"i wanna go home," she whispered, looking up at him. something about her eyes, always made him melt.

"you do?" he looked down at her, beaming.

"yes." she had never been more sure in her life.

he was the one of the only ones that truely cared. he wanted the best for her. for them. she knew now that she was so busy catering to their feelings she never did the same for herself. she put others over herself last time. this time she wouldn't.

he smiled, kissing the top of her head. "come home, my dear."

it was a risky move on his part. there was a chance she was bullshitting him, working for the other side, but something inside told him she wasn't.