Adopted By A Drag Queen

Chapter 19. Caught

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Ivy's POV

It has been more than a week since we were in Detroit, and we are currently in Baltimore, Maryland. I have never been in so many places in my life. I am so grateful that Danny decided to take us with him.

It is currently Sunday, November 20th, 2022, and I and a few other girls found a gym near the theater gym so we are there.

"Hey Mik?" I ask the man who is running on the treadmill. "Yeah kid, what's up?" He asks slowing down. "Can you spot me for bench press really quick?" I ask shyly even though I have no reason to be. "Yeah of course." He steps off of the treadmill and we walk over to my rack.

I get under the bar and lay down on my back. I place my hands carefully on the bar and get my grip ready.

"You ready kid?" Mik asks, ready to help me lift it up to start. "Yeah." I say confidently. I push up and get the bar over me before letting it fall and pushing back up. 1.

I repeated this for five more times, before things started to get out of control. My arm cramped and my vision went blurry. 'I need to get this up before it crushes me.' I use the rest of my energy to get the weight back on the rack so it doesn't hurt me. I sat up and my vision was almost fully blurred. 'This isn't good.' I think to myself.

"Yo, kid are you okay. You don't look too good." Denali asked, coming over to me. "Yeah, I'm good. I just need water." I grab the water bottle by my feet and chug the water in it.

"Better?" Mik asks, sitting down in front of me. "Yeah, I guess I was just dehydrated. I'll be fine." I give a sad smile to the men around me and get up to find Kerri.

I looked around the gym for a few minutes before finding her on the leg press machine.

"Hey baby." She says racking her leg press. "What's up?" I sit down beside her and say, "I have a question for you." She takes her headphones off and starts, "Okay, shoot," she allows.

"How do you look so perfect? Like you have a perfect body and you are just gorgeous."

She looks at me concerned. "Trust me I am not perfect. A lot of what you see is doctors work." I giggle a little bit and she continues, "Why do you ask?" I sigh at even the thought. "I-I don't know. I just don't feel good. I look at you and Mik and I can't help but feel bad. It just seems like you guys got the body you wanted after you transitioned." I look down at my lap so I don't see Kerri's expression.

She lifts my head up with her hand so I am facing her. "Oh angel, both Mik and I have had really hard journeys. We didn't get the perfect bodies, because no one is perfect. Both Mik and I have really hard days with our trans journeys. Some days I wake up and gender dysmorphia takes hold of me. Mik can attest to this as well."

I sigh and take in what she told me. "I know you are right, but some days I just wish that I could be skinnier in my hips, or more muscular in my arms, and for the love of god I would do anything to get my boobs chopped off." I giggle at the last part of my sentence and so does Kerri.

"I get what you mean. Transitioning is hard, and is not going to be right away either. You just have to be patient. Everything will end up right in the end." Kerri smiles at me and pulls me into a hug.

"Thank you." I hug back. "Anytime."

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The show that night was really good, like always, and after the show was packed up on the buses, we started to head to Knoxville Tennessee.

The drive was agonizing. I tried to fall asleep since it was three in the morning but I had no luck. I pulled out my phone and went to Twitter. I didn't bother to look at my notifications, and instead I scrolled through. Kornbread is so hilarious, she posts some of the most out of pocket stuff.

I was scrolling through until I stumbled upon something I was tagged in.

"@RPDRSTANN- @Ivy_Noriega Is so fucking stupid. And SHE is so fat." I whispered the comment to myself.

Ouch. I knew that I shouldn't have clicked the responses to that but I had too.

"@AdoreIsMommyTwitter- You are so right. They are just seeking attention by being trans." This one hurt to even put into words

Wow. I kept scrolling until I saw a comment that hit my heart.

"@STANTRIXYA- They should just cut themselves and die." I whispered the comment out loud and this time I was numb.

I was emotionless. I knew that I was getting hate, but I hadn't seen it until now. I grabbed the Pandora box out of my bag and I carefully climbed down from my bed trying not to fall due to the fact we were still driving, and walked to the bathroom.

It was like I was in a trance, like I had left my body. I opened the box to see the silver, blood stained, blade. Was I really about to do this? I picked it up and examined it.

I put the blade to my wrist and stopped. If I cut my arms everyone will see. I pulled down my sock and put the blade to my ankle. Just as it was making contact I felt someone's arms wrap around my body and take the blade out of my hands.

Shea's POV

I woke up to the sound of someone whispering. I open the curtain and see light coming from Ivy's bunk. I listen closely and hear them reading hate comments? I listen closer and I hear what they say. "@STANTRIXYA- They should just cut themselves and die." Shit.

What fucked up person would say that to a fourteen year old. I hear them rustling in their bag, like they are looking for something. Shit, that's not good. I heard the curtain open and I put my head down and acted like I was sleeping. They walk right past me and I peek to see them with a Pandora box in their hands, walking to the bathroom.

I may be old but I know that the small boxes are to hide stuff. What if... Fuck... I rush up out of my bed and make my way to the bathroom. I peek in and see Ivy sitting on the ground with a blade to their ankle. Fuck. I have to act fast.

I run up and wrap my arms around them. I take the blade out of their hands and flush it down the toilet. The small teen collapses into my arms. I pushed their head onto me and he sobbed into my chest.

I held them until their sobs turned into a slight cry, and until that slight cry became uneven breathing. "Do you want to talk about it?" I ask the scared teen in my arms. I feel them shake their head. "Okay, if you ever want to talk about it, I am here anytime. They nod.

"Come on, let's get you to bed." I pick them up and they wrap their legs around my waist. I carefully climbed up the ladder and placed him on his bed.

"Thank you." I hear him whisper, "For what?" I ask. "For making me feel a little bit better." I smile and hug him. We pull away and I say, "Don't let those comments get to you, those people are just miserable, you are perfect, you are smart, you are important." He smiles at me. "Good night Ivy." I say pulling the covers over him. "Good night Shea."

I close his curtain and head to my bed. That was a lot of emotion for 3am.

I decide to go back to bed too, since we have an early tech rehearsal when we get to Knoxville.

A/N: Hi, Thank you guys for all of the support on this story. I can believe that this story has almost 700 reads. TYSM. Don't forget to vote, and comment any suggestions.-Sam

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