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𝙳𝚘𝚗'𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚔, 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕. ♡︎

Y/n ran home, she felt completely weak. Her stomach hurt, her heart was wailing in pain, small tears rolling down your cheeks, you tripped over and quickly got back up. She was in agony, although she couldnt admit it to anyone, even herself. She really loved him.
Words repeated in her head,
"𝑌𝑜𝑢 𝑠𝑎𝑖𝑑 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑤𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑜𝑛𝑙𝑦 𝑝𝑙𝑎𝑦𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒃𝒊𝒕𝒄𝒉"
It really fucking hurt, she rushed home and climbed through her window just incase her dad was home.

𝑻𝒊𝒎𝒆 𝒔𝒌𝒊𝒑

After about an hour of straight up crying, you got changed into your pjs.

After you changed, you looked at your bruises and squinted. A shock waved over you as banging on your bedroom door commenced.
"Go away!" You shouted, brushing your hair. Wiping the tears from your eyes and hoping they didn't look red and puffy, as if you didnt just pour your heart out onto your pillow.
"Open the door now!" A chilling, deep voice commanded.
You swung the door open, to find your dad with a belt.
"Time for your lesson.." he said evily, clearly drunk.
He harshly grabbed your arm and began to hit you as you covered your face with your elbows.
This happened alot, you couldnt fight back with him.

After what seemed like a painful hell of forever, you crawled into bed and began to sob. Until you fell asleep.

4:32𝒂𝒎. 𝑾𝒂𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒓𝒐𝒄𝒌𝒔 𝒃𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒐𝒏 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒘𝒊𝒏𝒅𝒐𝒘?

You awoke from a nightmare, only to go right back into one.

𝐻𝑖𝑡, 𝐻𝑖𝑡, 𝐻𝑖𝑡!

Marked your window. You shot up out of bed, feeling like shit.
You were completely drained, you tried to ignore it until it became completely consitent, stumbling towards your window, opening it. You looked out of the window to see the sunrise, it was beautiful. The wind flowed through your hair, you looked down to see Vance Hopper climbing up a tree convinently grew out next to your window, you grew it when you were much younger. Knowing that it would be useful in the future, it was.
Vance climbed as your eyes widened.
You shut your window and the curtains, running towards your vanity and slapping as much foundation as you could on over your bruises and scars, it worked beautifully.

𝐾𝑛𝑜𝑐𝑘, 𝑘𝑛𝑜𝑐𝑘, 𝑘𝑛𝑜𝑐𝑘. 𝑶𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒈𝒍𝒂𝒔𝒔.

You opened your curtain to find Vance, motioning for you to open the window and let him in. You stuck up your middle finger and he scowled.
He was saying "Open this fucking window now." He was scary as Hell.
You luckily could lip read, you shook your head. Closing the curtains he began to loudly smack your window. You couldnt let him wake up your dad so you rushed to open it.

"Fucking finally!" Vance jumped through.
"The Hell do you want Vance?" You put your hands on your hips and looked down.
He just smiled. Towering over you.
You lost your patience and pushed him back.
You began to shout at him as he tried to explain himself.
"Y/n, just listen." He ordered.
"Fine." You gave in.
"Okay so at first that was the plan I mean we both hated eachother and it was a game me and you had going on but its different now we are friends they are just dicks and I-" you cut him off and said "Your Vance fucking Hopper for Gods sake they are meant to be scared of pulling shit like that!" You scolded.
"Well your Y/N, Y/LN so your not so innocent either!" He fired back.
You began to have a huge argument with him as he just stayed silent.

Until, he lets out. "Oh just shut the fuck up already." And 𝒌𝒊𝒔𝒔𝒆𝒔 𝒚𝒐𝒖, 𝒑𝒂𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒍𝒚.

You kissed him back. Just as effectively.
Eventually you both stopped for air.
He looked down at you and put on that devillish smirk you knew and loved.
You obviously couldnt let him just shut you up like that, so you whispered something in his ear that made his eyes widen and his face turn red. You can imagine.
You turned around and opened your underwear draw, underneath all of the lace was your cigarette stash. He was still behind you blushing like crazy.
You got out your stash and asked "You smoke? Right?" To Vance.
"Fire breathing dragon," he said chuckling, taking one.
Your face remained blank, you let him get into your emotion and poke around with it. 𝑁𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟 𝑎𝑔𝑎𝑖𝑛.
It was your turn.

It was around 5am, you sat on the border of your window, legs dangling down to the floor below. You felt Vances hand on your thigh, as the cigarette leant on his lip. You took it from him and put it in your mouth as he looked as you.

"𝐖𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐦𝐨𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐜𝐢𝐠𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐭 5𝐚𝐦 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠."

Taking the cigarette between your two fingers and blowing the smoke into a heart shape, "Try that for fire breathing dragon." You laughed out.

𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐫. 𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐚𝐥𝐬𝐨 𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐜𝐞.

"Oh for sure." Vance replied. He continued, "Come to mine tomorrow, we need to work on our..project." he said, looking at the floor beneath him.
"I guess." You responded.
"So y/n.. what, what are we?" Vance stuttered, clearly nervous.
"Friends." You responded. You didnt let your smirk come out even though it was dying too.
Vances face dropped, "After..that?" You could feel his voice hurt, payback.
"Your only playing me right now you can tell all of your friends you won." You laughed out, blowing the smoke in his face as he scowled his brows and out of the window. You didnt bother to wave him off, you got your sweet, sweet revenge.

You forgot about the project.

𝐕𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄𝐒 𝐏𝐎𝐕

Friends. Is that all we are? Surely she doesnt feel that way.. I think the whole playing her thing is stuck, I need to prove myself to her, shes the only person who truly understands, I really love her. That really hurt, after the kiss. Friends. Its echoing in my head. Make it stop.. If that is how she truly feels.. Friends. We can both play that game.