Two of a Kind (Vance Hopper)

Chapter 12.

     Time seemed to fly by, her class ending after what felt like just a couple of minutes. She stood up, still furious with the entire situation. She couldn't do this today, she was way too tired to deal with this. She slung her bag over her shoulder and walked out into the hallway, the stares of the other kid only pissing her off further. She made her way to locker but stopped as soon as she saw Vance standing there, waiting. She scoffed and turned around, not ready to talk to him yet. She was still angry but she was so tired due to her father last night. 

     "Kitt! Wait up, damn," she heard him call out, causing her to sigh and just walk faster away from him. Couldn't he take the hint. She glanced around, noticing that almost everyone was watching their every move. Did these fuckers not have life? She scoffed again, heading towards the exit of the school. She was done for the day. She gave a small gasp as she felt a hand pull her arm, halting her in her tracks. "I know you fucking heard me," she heard him state. She turned to face him, slapping him across the face as hard as she could. Everyone around them once again went silent as they watched. 

     "You know, I'm getting real fucking sick of you hitting me in the face, Bottle Bitch. The fuck was that for?" He stared down at her, barely controlled rage clear as day on his face. He clenched his jaw, waiting for her to answer. She stared back at him, her eyebrows drawn together as  she glared at him. She ripped his hand off of her arm and shook her head at him, almost in disbelief. 

     "Stay the fuck away from me. I'm not one of your fucking sluts here, got it? I'm not some bitch you can just use until you get bored. Just stay the fuck away from me," she demanded, turning and continuing to walk towards the door. He stood there for a second, completely shocked at her words. He looked around, trying to figure out which of these dumb motherfuckers had told her that. He quickly went to catch up with her, trying to think if he had done anything to make her think that he was just trying to get in her pants, but he couldn't remember doing anything. 

      He followed her, ignoring the stares of the other students. He didn't care about them right now, they were the least of his concerns. "Kitt, fucking stop," he called out, watching as she turned to face him, still angry. She was livid, about all of it. She waited for him, crossing her arms as she watched him walk up to her. "Who the fuck said that you were a slut? Who the fuck said I was trying to fuck you?" He snapped, watching her. She paused for a moment, realizing she had made the entire situation up in her head. No one had really told her that was what was going on. She had literally just thought that was what was going on and went with it. She looked away, shaking her head no. She was so stupid. She had let everything get to her head. 

     He glared at her as she stood there, slowly coming to realize that she hadn't heard it from anyone. He sucked on his teeth in irritation, annoyed with the entire situation. She was so fucking stupid to think that. "No one, huh? 'Cause it isn't fucking true, dipshit. God, you're fucking annoying," he spat, pissed off that she had come to think that he just wanted her around to sleep with her. He needed time after that. He stormed away, leaving Kitt behind. She watched him leave and sighed. She fucked up, again. 

     A few days had passed since her and Vance had last talked and it kind of sucked. She wished she could talk to him, find an excuse to start a conversation with him but she didn't. She had been spending more time with the trio, slowly trying to find her new normal here at school. Things at home had recently gotten worse since her father had seen her and Vance in front of the house. She was beginning to look worse, the lack of sleep finally beginning to show. He noticed. He could see the bags under her eyes were getting darker and she seemed to space out more often, but what could he do? He clenched his jaw at the thought. 

     Kitt was walking back home, too tired to go out to do anything else for the day. She ran a hand through her hair, sighing as her house came into view. She was scared of going in there, but she had been doing okay for the past week. She would be okay. She silently opened the door to the house, trying to be as quiet as possible as she made her way up to her room. She gave herself a weak smile as she thought about how she was slowly starting to get better at this. She opened the door to her room, her smile immediately falling as she saw her father sitting on her bed, waiting for her. 

     He stood up, glaring at her. "Get your ass over here, now," he demanded, his voice cold as ice as he spoke. She glanced at his hand and saw the belt. She swallowed thickly and shook her head no, taking a step back. She was ready to run. He ran towards her, before she could get away. He grabbed a fistful of her hair, throwing her down onto the ground. She gave a grunt as she hit the floor, crying out in pain as he began to hit her where ever he could with the belt. This continued for what seemed like eternity. Her cries of pain seemed to annoy him as he kicked her in the face with his boot. She screamed out, blood gushing from her nose and from her now split lip. She turned and kicked him in the dick as hard as she could muster before running out of the house as fast as she could. She just continued to run, afraid she would die if she returned. 

      She ended up at the playground, leaning against a tree. Her whole body hurt. The red marks from the belt were already starting to bruise, and the blood wouldn't stop gushing from her nose. She sat down beside the tree, using it to support her beaten body. She closed her eyes, trying to ignore the throbbing of her lip. She was dead the second she entered that house, she knew that much. She jumped slightly as she heard someone coming closer. She held her breath, afraid that he had found her at the park. She glanced around the tree only to find a familiar blonde looking at her in shock and anger.