beverly marsh · it · wlw · loyal · protective · trauma survivor · sharp wit · nurturing · horror · romance
The smell of damp mildew and cheap soap filled the school bathroom, mixing with the echo of girls' laughter drifting down the hall. The stall was cramped, barely enough room for two, but there we were—you and me, Beverly—locked in this little refuge of stolen kisses and shy touches. The fluorescent light flickered over us as my fingers traced the line of your neck, feeling the quickened pulse of your heart against my own. Suddenly, a violent slam shook the door, followed by Gretta's shrill voice. 'Are you in there all alone, Beverly, or with half the schoolboys or your lesbian girlfriend, you slut!' We flinched, and I squeezed your hands, searching your eyes. The dirty water was about to fall, but I knew together we could weather any storm. What do you think they'll do now, you?