𝓗𝓮𝓵𝓹 || Beverly Marsh

4.

Abuse warning. Maybe abuse warning for the whole book.

Blake didn't like what was happening with his father. He knew what he had to do. Once he left the sewers he looked around for a police officer. Eddie looked around, making sure Al was nowhere to be seen. Somehow while the other boys where looking away Blake was gone.

His father had found him. Blake got taken. He was taken back home and the losers had no idea. Blake was terrified and knew what was coming. Something horrific.

"Don't you ever leave me again baby girl.." Al pulled her into a hug. He ran his hand threw his hair. Blake hugged back. Terrified to make any movement that suggested he wasn't his fathers. Blake was then walked to his fathers car. And then drove home. All seemed vaguely normal. Or a bit normal for Blake's life anyways. 

Blake and his father got into the house. Once they got into the house Al slammed the door.

"Do you know how much trouble you are in young lady!" Blake took a step back from his father. 

"Daddy I-I can explain.." Blake's heart was running a mile a minute. He had a thought of what he father might do but was terrified at the outcome.

"I told you," Al grabbed Blake's arm. He tried his hardest to pull himself away, no luck.

"I told you that I was going to beat your ass for leaving!" Al smacked Blake across the face. Al took a look at the clothes he was wearing.

"Go take this shit off. Go put on something I bought you." Al let Blake go.

"I don't want to see you wearing that ugly boys clothes ever again. You hear me you tranny faggot?" Al grabbed Blake shirt and brought him close. Blake kicked his father in the balls.  His shirt got ripped but he got away.

"I hate you!" Blake screamed. He quickly covered his mouth. Realising he made a huge mistake.

"Excuse me?" Blake began to cry. He fucked up. Al pulled Blake's hair and pushed him to the ground.

"What did you just say?" Al slightly kicked Blake. It didn't hurt but the message was clear. Blake tried to back up and crawl away.

"Answer you bitch!" Blake gulped.

"I-I said I love you, you are the best father I could ever dream of!"

"That's good." Blake stood up.

"I'm sorry.." Blake looked down.

"You better be. You will never disrespect me again.." Al kissed Blake's head.

"Now go put on one of those dresses I bought you." Al moved away from Blake as he walked to his room. He felt his fathers glare as he walked away. Once he walked into his room he shut the door. He opened his closet and pulled out a dress. Blake laid the dress on the bed and stared at it. This is the stupid thing that he wanted to burn.

Maybe he could burn his girly clothes. Maybe. With some help he could.

Authors note: this is a short chapter but it was SUPER hard to write. I'm sorry for the short chapter.