𝓢𝓬𝓪𝓻𝓼 𝓣𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝓗𝓮𝓪𝓵 || 𝗘𝗱𝗱𝗶𝗲 𝗞𝗮𝘀𝗽𝗯𝗿𝗮𝗸 𝘅 𝗙!𝗥𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿

▸ Ch. 6: Friends Will Be Friends ◂

Trigger Warnings: Violent acts of racism. [I'll add the usual markers so you guys can read safely if needed ♡] Bowers and his gang being bigoted assholes in the rock fight. Oh yeah, and gore but then again that's to be expected

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𝐅𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐞 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬
𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧
𝐅𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐞 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬
𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐭
𝐇𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝 '𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐞 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬
𝐑𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐞𝐧𝐝

- Queen, Friends Will Be Friends

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     Beverly dared not go to Y/n until her father had left for work. The minute he closed the door, she phoned each of the boys and told them her address and to come straight away. The second she was sure his truck had turned the corner, she rushed down the fire escape to the familiar apartment below. Beverly created a rapid series of knocks on the screen door of Y/n's apartment. Seconds later, Y/n approached the door. Beverly could make out the girl's appearance. The bags under her eyes were almost completely gone and she looked brighter than she had been in a while.

     Poor Y/n, Bev couldn't help but think. She seemed to have just begun to return to her old self, and now she was about to dump something else entirely into her lap.

     "Hey, Bev," Y/n leaned against the now open door, a crooked smile on her lips. "What's up?"

     Beverly met Y/n's eye, they were indeed brighter and well-rested, but they shifted slightly in concern. Her smirk began to fade. Bev's eyes flickered to the grated floor beneath her feet before returning to Y/n. A habit she had when she had something important, but very difficult to share with her.

     "Bev, what's wrong? What happened?"

     Without uttering a word, Beverly gestured for Y/n to follow her up the stairs. Confused, but nevertheless compliant, Y/n stepped out onto the fire escape, closing the door behind her before following Beverly up the steps.

     Y/n did not know what to expect when Beverly had taken her upstairs. Her first thought - her first fear - was that Beverly's dad had done something. That he had done something to Beverly, and now she was about to share with Y/n whatever thing the vile man must have done behind closed doors. On the way up and into Beverly's apartment, Y/n had mentally prepared herself for whatever horrible thing Bev had to share.

     But she certainly was not expecting to reach the end of the hallway only for Beverly to make a right turn. The bathroom? She looked to Beverly in confusion, her eyebrows raised.

     "I don't get it," she chuckled weakly.

     Beverly stifled an eye roll and gestured to the door.

     "Just," she shifted on her feet, watching the closed door distrustfully.

     Y/n gave her friend an odd look before something clicked in her head and she sighed stepping forward and reaching the closed door.