𝓗𝓮𝓵𝓹 || Beverly Marsh

2.

After dinner Blake and Bill got ready for bed. They brushed their teeth and put their pajamas on. Blake put on the "Till death do we art." Shirt. 

"Bill can I borrow some shorts?"  Blake walked into Bill's room. Bill didn't respond, he looked through a drawer for some shorts Blake might be able to fit into. 

"Hang on just a minute." Bill walked into Georgie's room.

"What are you doing?" Georgie looked at Bill as Bill stole some shorts. "Hey!" 

"Come on, let Blake borrow them." Bill said. Georgie huffed. "Fine, I didn't like those shorts anyways!" Georgie threw some black shorts at Bill and shut his door on him. Bill rolled his eyes and handed the shorts to Blake. 

"Sorry, I guess you can keep these too." Blake nodded and went into the bathroom and changed. Blake looked at himself in the mirror. He still had his chest but that was a problem to change another time. He felt comfortable in the clothes Bill gave him. For the progress he made today, he was proud. The chest.  Not the best part but something huge that needs to be fixed. Maybe soon but probably not soon. 

Blake removed his shirt and looked at himself in the mirror once more. He put his hands on his stomach and sighed. His hands felt cold to his touch. He removed his bra. "Can't sleep in this." he thought. 

He took a deep breath. Being exposed like this, even under a shirt, breaks him. Makes him uncomfortable. But wearing a bra is worse. He needs a binder. Blake never looked into what a binder really is. All he knows is that it hides your chest. He mentally put that on his list. His transition list. 

Now it was time to be a friend. He was here to get support from Bill. Blake needed a friend. After running away from his father that's all he could ever care about. He put his shirt back on and picked up his bra. He walked back into Bill's room, holding the bra behind his back.

"Hey Bev-Blake." Bill said nervously. "S-Sorry!"

"It's hard for people to change, I get mishaps." Blake smiled and threw the bra behind the bed. 

"So, do you want to watch a movie?" Bill asked. Blake nodded and jumped onto the bed. Bill brought up Netflix and tossed the remote to Blake. 

"Hm.. Okay." Blake searched through the movies before picking truth or dare. The movie wasn't very good but it was funny to laugh at how bad it was. The movie was soon over and Blake was asleep. Bill covered up the other male in the blanket and grabbed another blanket and slept on the floor. 

3 am

Blake shot awake. Oh my god. He had a nightmare. He checked his phone. A million messages from his father. He threw his phone onto his bed. He sat up and took a deep breath. He started crying. The nightmare was horrible. It started with his father taking him back home. He knew he was in trouble when he got home and in the dream, he did. Blake got hit multiple times, names and slurs thrown at him. It felt so real, then he woke up. Back to reality. He was sitting up in Bill's bed as he was scared to check his messages. He didn't have to respond but he felt inclined to. Blake picked up his phone.

🍑

What the fuck? 

You need to be home now!

Bevvy

I will call the police if you don't get home soon

Missed phone call from 🍑

look, I didn't mean what I said

If you come home I'll change

Bevvy

I promise

And many more messages from there that he was too scared to read. He charged his phone again and turned on do not disturb. He tried to go back to sleep but laid there for 30 mins. He eventually cried himself to sleep. He was scared to wake up. What if the police showed up, what if there where new messages? What if he didn't wake up? Blake hoped and prayed that he didn't wake up. He was sure he would wake up though. 

8 am

Bill woke up and waited for Blake to wake up. He went on his phone for a couple minutes before Blake woke up. Blake sat up and rubbed his face. 

"Good morning s-sleepyhead" Bill chuckled a bit.

"Good morning loser." Blake joked back.

"How did you sleep?"

"Not very well, I woke up after my dad texted me."

"what?" Bill got up and sat on the bed. Blake picked up his phone and showed Bill all of the thousands of messages. Bill looked at the phone.

"We need to d-do something about this." Bill said. He was worried for Blake, extremely worried.

"I'm scared, I don't want to go to court or anything. That sounds like a lot."

"Bev," Bill dead named him but they both weren't paying attention. Bill didn't realize what he did but if he did he would of been sorry. 

"I don't want you to keep getting hurt." Bill said. "Because it is only bruises and scraps but he could kill you!"

"I can take care of myself.." Blake looked down. He put his phone in his lap.

"I don't want him to kill you!" Bill roared. Blake got overwhelmed. From the text messages, the phone calls, Bill yelling at him.

He broke down

He cried & cried