Take Me To Church, Chapter Three
Note: We’re past the mentions of suicide and violence now, but this is where the story starts to earn that M rating in earnest.
Bellamy was eating with Kane on Sunday evening when his phone buzzed with a text from Clarke. <Tomorrow, 7am?> was all it said and he didn’t even realize he was smiling until Kane commented on it.
“Good news?” Kane asked, taking a sip of water.
“What? Oh, uh, yeah. My friend from earlier in the week–she’s feeling better, is all.”
“She?” Kane arched an eyebrow.
“Yeah. We’re running partners, but…well, this week was the anniversary of when she lost her ex-boyfriend. She was in rough shape for a little bit.”
“I’m glad she’s doing better.” Kane leaned back from the table and surveyed Bellamy. “Is there anything we need to talk about?”
“No,” Bellamy said a little too quickly. “She’s a friend. We’re allowed female friends, right?”
“We are. There’s no harm in that. I just wanted to be sure. Temptation can spring up on us sometimes, so being vigilant is…wise.”
“I understand,” Bellamy replied, keeping his eyes averted. That wasn’t a conversation he felt like having. He didn’t want to look at his friendship with Clarke too closely, afraid of what he would find.