!Warning! Transgender Themes and implied physical & verbal abuse ahead

Richie's Pov

The Flash/Force/Pain was sudden and very unexpected. Virgil and I had been in our daily confrintation with Francis when the air around us flashed electric purple and knocked us down as an acid-searing pain rippled over my body.

"Holy hell, what the fuck was that?" I croaked weakly.

"Foley, you have tits." A strangely feminin sounding Francis stated

I looked down and poked one, "Holy shit."

"Francis, We have tits too." I heard Virgil state in a shocky, and feminin, voice.

"And you guys need to go to the nurse's office. Now." I looked up to see Frieda and Daisy.

"Virgil, Your father is on his way here. Francis the number you provided us with is disconnected. Richie, Your father refused to acknowlage this was not your choice and judging by what he said we think he'd do you harm if you went home."

I slumped, "It's okay I have a bunch of stuff over at V's house cause I'm over there all the time."

"Pretty damn crule." Francis stated.

I shrugged, "I'm use to it."

"You're use to your dad being crule?" Suprise filled Francis' voice and earned me a worried look from the school nurse.

"No! I ment I'm use to him being a bias prick."

All three of them frowned at me, even Francis.

"Verbal abuse is still abuse." The nurse said softly like she was trying not to frighten me.

"Rich, My dad is a social worker. If you need to talk to him I can take Sharon out so you can talk in privite, Okay?"

The nurse, seeming satisfied that I had acess to a social worker, turned to Francis, "How can I get a hold of your parents ?"

He mumbled something none of us could hear.

"Mr Stone." She said impatiantly.

"I don't have any okay! I'm a street kid!" He snapped

"Then you can stay in my guest room."Mr Hawkins voice startled us, "Richie do you need a place to stay as well?"

"Yeah I do." I could admit that much.

"Gather your stuff. Virgil, Richie, I'll drop you off at home. Francis, You and I will pick up your stuff and get you set up in the guest room."

"I don't need your help!"

"Francis I hate to brake it to you, but you're four inchs shorter and at least seventy pounds lighter. Do you really think, if someone figured out to soak you, that you could fight off a bunch of muscle bound thugs?" Virgil asked

Francis snarled and lit up a fireball. Virgil simply waited patiantly.

"Fuck! Fine! I'll stay with you." He dismissed the fireball with an abrubt gesture.