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Henry was awakened by the blaring of his phone, a call. Groaning he reaches for it on the bedside table only to see that it is 1 a.m. A big fuck you to whoever is calling at this ungodly time, taking that back cause it's Bea and she won't call in the middle of the night without any reason.

"Hello," he answers.

Alex stirred beside him on the verge of waking up.

But blaring music and hollering people is what greeted him. That instantly made him sit up, heartbeat started to pick up pace. And poor Alex groggily stared at him roused from his slumber.

"Hazz, darling," Bea says over the music and giggles delightfully.

"Did I wake you up?" Heart racing and immediately revisiting old memories he exhaled shakily, Alex already sitting up hands on his back looking at him in question which he couldn't bother to answer as he was already standing up.

"Bea! Where are you." He says voice quivering.

"What?" Louder music.

"Where are you?" He asks again louder.

"Oh yeah, sorry" a pause and a barely audible question from Bea asking someone where the place was, " They said it's The Hive, dear" then a laugh.

"The Hive?" He asked as he started pacing in their room Alex also stood up and looked at him knowing something was wrong.

" The Hive?" Alex repeats with a frown

"There's a bar here in New York called that."

" Hey baby bro, can you come", he heard Bea say with more yelling in the background as another set of music started.

" What are you" but the call is already disconnected.

" Fuck", he says, facing Alex " You know where The Hive is?", I ask as he frantically put on some clothes and throws some on Alex indicating for him to put them on.

"Yes." He replies as he comically tries to put on his clothes in a hurry. Done changing he grabs the keys and almost runs down the garage Alex hot on his heels.

Alex ended up driving, pointing out that he was in no condition to drive with shaking hands and watery eyes.

Alex holds his hands to stop them from shaking, as well as a comfort and a reminder that someone is there for him.

" What if she relapsed", he said barely above whisper. " I don't, I can't watch her lose herself again like that" A tear slides down his cheeks, and Alex squeezes his hand, reassuring him. "Bea's not that weak baby. She promised you didn't she", he says gently.

" But what if she couldn't bear the stress she's been put through? You know she's been taking more tasks to relieve me" Another tear as he guiltily looked at Alex.

"Oh, babe you talked about it did you not and she reassured you she's okay with it, and you know she will have your ass for blaming yourself."

" I, I just don't want to lose her, I can't lose her Alex, I don't think I can deal with it." Breathing seemed laborious as he thought of losing his sister, his best friend.

"Breath with me babe, come on, breathe in, breathe out." He says while also doing so.

"That's it keep going, you won't be losing anyone H, not any time soon, your sister is a fighter, you should believe in her, okay?" Another squeeze as he parks the car outside the bar. A wad of cash and the bouncer let us in immediately, and we were greeted with the sight of Bea on stage singing and playing an electric guitar as the crowd was cheering and singing along with her. Relief instantly overtook me draining my strength as my knees nearly buckled, Alex grabbed me before sliding onto the ground making me lean on him as we continued to watch my sister perform. She seemed happy and looked great in her all-black leather outfit. I didn't know how I got seated with a cold drink in hand, courtesy of my loving boyfriend I'm sure.

"I didn't know your sister could sing and play an electric guitar. And she's rocking it." Alex says as he chuckles watching Bea sing her heart out like she was not a princess of godamn England.

"She does, She showed Pez and me once and Pez begged her to perform in one of his charities but Grandma told her not to as it is not befitting for the crown." I laughed bitterly as I took a swig of my drink.

Somewhere in her set, she managed to catch a glimpse of us and she flashed a grin so bright, the brightest I've seen since our father died. And it made me realize how resilient and strong she is for going to rehab and being there for me while somehow grounding herself. I smiled back and waved at her as she started to play her guitar solo making the room go wild.

" Damn, your sister is so hot", I heard Alex say as he stands up to dance and holler along with the crowd.

"That's my sister you asshole," I say laughing. So proud that she was able to share this part of herself with other people and get accepted and loved without reservation.

After the set, she was laughing and hugging the rest of the band on stage as she beelined towards us, getting stopped several times by people offering her a drink or flirting which she evaded with ease. She flung herself towards me causing me to tumble, her arms and legs squeezing me to death as she hugged me.

"Hey Bea," I heard Alex say behind me, " I think you might end up killing him if you don't ease up on the chokehold you have on him." He says laughing.

" Oh," she said releasing her death grip on my neck and kissing both my cheeks as she slid down on her feet and tackled Alex with a hug of the same intensity "Oof" Alex groaned, but hugging her back and spinning her as they both giggled.

" I'm so happy you both came," she said bouncing on her feet with mine and Alex's hands in her grip. Before we could even answer she dragged us to a secluded VIP area on the second floor of the establishment.

" You rock, Bea", Alex says.

" The perks of scouring bars all over England" she replied chuckling, finding it amusing. A choked sound escaped from me unknowingly. "Haz? Are you alright?" Bea said letting go of Alex's hand and giving me her full attention. Staring up at me, she must have seen something as her inquisitive gaze was replaced by horror, a realization. I must have been crying, " Oh my sweet boy, I am so sorry," she said gently wiping my tears with tears pooling in her eyes. " I'm so so sorry." Hugging me tightly. " Please don't do that again, I can't afford to lose you, Bea, I can't," I said hugging her back with desperation I fear I might be hurting her. " I know dear," a pained whisper, " I know." Breaking the hug she looked at me with a delicate hand, with calluses from playing the guitar, caressing my cheek gently as she said, " I promised you didn't I? I've been holding onto that promise Henry, that promise kept me going, for you, for me, for us." " And I'm still here," she said as I wiped her tears. " And besides," she said taking a step back from me with a playful glare, " you should have a stronger faith in me you know, do you think I am that weak?" hand on her hips as she tried to stare at me down with her head tilted up to look at me. I laughed with relief and pulled her into another hug " You are the strongest woman I know, and I am sorry if you feel that I don't have faith in you, but I do." I squeezed her harder into the hug. Flailing, " Let go of me, this hug will kill me damn it," she said out of breath. Freeing herself, she turned to Alex, who was watching us with a smile, " Why don't we go eat something I've been meaning to try Nora's recommendation of fries and sundaes at McDonald's."

" You did what?" I said staring incredulously at Bea from across the table.

"Don't be overdramatic, I'm safe aren't I?" while rolling her eyes at me, the audacity.

" But ditching your guards is still reckless," Alex said with concern.

"I know but it's suffocating having people around you all the time and I just needed a break," she said, chomping on a sundae dipped fries.

" And you did not even tell us that you are coming here?" I questioned.

"Oops?" This is stressing me the fuck out but I'm delighted that she is here healthy and safe. Sisters they truly give you shit, but you can't do anything but love them.

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Alex Claremont-Diaz, his lover, his friend his anchor. The very reason he could see the colors the world has to offer in a more vibrant shade that seemed to have dulled when his father died. The anchor that keeps him steady and moored on the ocean threatens to swallow, suffocate, and end his life.

But before his anchor, he has a boat, which keeps him afloat in the ocean with what remains of the ruins of his life. The boat that nearly capsized with the very reason his life was ruined, patched up regardless, and still keeps him afloat. Bea, his sister, his best friend, fought tooth and nails to keep him sailing and a drift. A constant the only semblance if familial love he currently has.

Two people, so dear and incomparable in their rights to keep him true to himself, to continue sailing in a tumultuous ocean with no end in sight.

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The Princess Bea I yearn to see slay in the RWRB movie.

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I have these recurring "nightmare"- which I am eagerly wishing to come true, that the professor will claw his way out of whatever dinasour's stomach he ended up, to come haunt- and maybe hunt Ryan with vengeance and the sickest revenge plan this November.

NO? Well I'll just make do with this nightmare then.

[elixirnyx]

payu this manipulative albeit handsome asshole is making my baby work real hard for it.😂😭 I can't . AND with collateral not so damage of his bestfriend hooking up and running homerun before him🤣