Words We Didn't Say II Becklian
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"Just don't speak to him again, okay? I can't lose you. Not again. And definitely not to him," Beck said as Lillian had walked into his arms. His panic attack was at full force, but with her there, he felt himself calm a little bit and allowed himself to press in close. They needed to go but she wouldn't let them and maybe that's what made Beck realize that she was really the one wearing the pants. "And my bruises aren't like his bruises. Mine are ones of love and you know that. His are ones of anger. I would never bruise you out of anger. I'd never hit you. I'd never punch you. I'd never, ever expect you to stop talking because you talk too much. I wouldn't do that to our babies, either. I'm not my father, okay?" Beck pulled back to look at his girlfriend and raised a questioning eyebrow. He really, really hoped she knew that.
"I just want you safe. I want our future safe. How do I know it's safe if he's still around, Lills? How can I be sure?" He whispered gently and held onto Lillian tighter, his hands balling into fists into the material of her shirt. "He knows where we live, Lillian. I need to get a better security system put in. I'll call my dad tomorrow and see about it. If he visits the shop- we'll- we'll figure out something. But yes, we've got to call the police in the morning. I don't want him in a five hundred feet radius of us, at least. I want him out of our lives. I'll call mom in the morning, too. Hopefully he wont venture up there and try to harass her." Beck pulled back slightly and pressed a kiss to his girlfriend's nose, "I wish you would've told me earlier. No hiding shit from me, remember? First the dancing and now this? You better not hide any future pregnancies or shit from me because I've taken enough surprises."
Beck gently led Lily to the couch and sat down, tugging the thin woman down with him and cuddling into her. "I just don't get why he had to do that to me. Why did he hate me so much to hurt me like that?" Beck pressed his face into Lillian's neck, "Why me?"Â Beck bit onto his bottom lip and held onto her tighter, "Why couldn't I have siblings and a happy family and parents that loved me and not this stupid voice problem? My mom doesn't even think I have the ability to talk anymore, did you know that? I can't even talk to my damn mom on the phone. What kind of son does that make me?" Beck sighed and grabbed for his bottle of beer, eventually pulling back and leaning into his couch. "What kind of son does that make me?"











