how did it end up like this? (brance story)

chapter 2.

( this is a sad chapter.
TW: abuse, cursing, screaming.

NO ONES POV:
vance and Bruce finally got to Vance's place. Bruce noticed, by the look of vance's face, he was nervous to check if his dad was home. Bruce felt really, really bad. Vance started to zoom out, his eyes tearing up, when a cold breeze passed by, and made Vance blink. two small teardrops fell down from his cheek. Vance did not cry often. or maybe just not infront of people. it made him look weak. he wasn't weak. Vance had been trained by his uncle after seeing Vance's father beat him up. Vance was lucky, because if his uncle didn't live next to him, his uncle would have never known. He had always cared about Vance. When Vance cried, his voice sounded completely the same. just with tears running down his face. Vance looked thru the window, and felt a sudden relief noticing nor his dad, or his girlfriend were home.
"let's go dipshit. I'm not wasting any more time." Vance said. he sighed, and walked to the door. he wiped the tears of his cheek, but not quite all of it. Bruce was a observer. He saw everything. He picked up the pace on everything. Bruce often thought that that was probably the only reason why he is so good at baseball. Bruce cries a lot. but no one notices. Except for one person, and that person was his mother. Bruce had a family of asswholes, but it was like the only one who truly cared and understood Bruce was his mother. after all, for many years, his mother was his number one shoulder to cry on. he zoomed out, and went inside. he noticed how clean the house was. he was SUPRISED, but not when he walked into Vance's room. Just as suspected. Posters everywhere, a big mess on the floor, and a desk. there was cabinets filled with thrifty clothes, which Bruce felt would only look good on Vance. Oh shut up Bruce, you don't even like him.
"Bruce?" Vance said. It seemed that Bruce was going through everything, until he saw a very , interesting, for the least, magazine. ( ikyk ) Not like it was a huge suprise.
"yeah?" Bruce said, still looking thru his clothes. God, he had a lot. Vance walked to him. Vance really did it just because he felt like it. He didn't even know what he was gonna say. It kinda just, happened. The only main reason is only that Vance felt some way. he didn't know what it was, probably just nervousness.
"What are you trying to do here? You don't know me." Vance said. a very miniature tear formed in his eye socket. No one would notice it. But Bruce did.
"I just, wanted to be youre friend."
Vance sighed. Bruce thought,
he's really.. Beautiful. he has gorgeous blue eyes and rose red lips. Oh stop it bruce. He's a boy. You can't like boys. It's against the law of nature.
"Nobody is my friend. Everyone I talk to is scared of me. It's better if you just go." He stepped, and started to try to walk away, but Bruce pulled him by his shoulder.
"I'm not scared of you vance. You seem nice. I just want to be your friend. Please, let me get to know you. please." Bruce said. Vance closed his eyes and sighed, letting out a tear. Bruce wiped the tear off his face.
he looks.. angelic. I don't like him! It's just that.. how can people be so scared of him?
"you don't. just leave. you'll never understand me anyway." he said. Bruce sighed, and walked away. I'm his mind, he thought:
+ DAMNIT BRUCE! You were supposed to comfort him? Why did you leave? YOURE SUCH A COWARD BRUCE!!"

like father, like son.

hours passed, and Vance had been on the top of his roof. Normally, when Vance does this, he drinks. A lot. But he had felt like he just didn't want to. he had just been thinking. what if he gave Bruce a chance? maybe Bruce would understand him. there was something about Bruce that was just.. different. maybe it's was his soft hair that shines in the sun. or maybe his big smile when you finally get a question right. the whole night he thought about it, even until sunrise. Until he had heard a car pull up. could it have been his dad? Vance had thought they would come later. He quickly got down, hurting his knees, and rushing to his room, until his dad walked in.
"Vance. What the fuck are you doing up." His dad said. Vance started to stare right into him, not because he was scared, but because his girlfriend wasn't there. his dads girlfriend also one who cared for him. She would always clean him up after his dad hit him. Where was she? She was the one who would scream at his dad, begging him to stop be@ating Vance. He started screaming. Now, he actually was scared. He noticed how close his dad was. He started walking back. His dad instantly pushed him to the floor.
"WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING UP?! YOU ARE SUCH A PAIN IN TBE ASS!!" His dad started screaming random things about Vance. Stupid. Worthless. Of course, Vance only thought his dad was just more open about things, or maybe that's just how he described him. His father started kicking him, pushing him, and eventually, punching him repeatedly.
"dad p-please.. stop it please.. d..dad please." Vance said. he had already gaven up. It's not like his dad hasn't Done worst. his dad finally stopped, leaving him on the floor with bruises and blood spitting out his nose. It's like he could barely breathe. Hours passed. Vance got up after his dad screamed at him when the door bell rang. He started limping to the door, and when he opened the door he noticed it was..
Bruce?
"What are you doing here man.. This really isn't a good time.." Vance said, choking on his words.
"va- wait. Who did this to you." He started scattering his hands around Vance's body. He was so worried. What happened? Bruce noticed he was bleeding EVERYWHERE.
" Vance, let's go. We need to get you to a hospital.." he said, even though Vance kept pushing him away. They finally got out the house , until Vance fainted while walking.
"Vance. Vance are you okay.. VANCE?" Bruce said.
"SOMEONE HELP!! PLEASE!!" Bruce screamed. Bruce had never been so worried in his life. His uncle walked outside.
"What did you do to my niece. GET AWAY!! His uncle said. He grabbed his niece. He noticed it was his father again. He sighed.
"Stay with him here." He walked away and went inside the house. Without hesitation, he grabbed Vance, and put him inside his truck. He started racing to his house.
( theory, Bruce had a big white jeep he loved with all his heart. )

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1092 words!!
sorry if it's not like how you want it to be or cringey.

-stephswritten