The pinball machine ( Vance X reader )

•worst day•

- Y/n pov-

walk out the classroom to go to my locker, i have a lump in my throat and my eyes fill with water.

The word "slut" was written on my locker. I wanna cry, I wanna scream, I wanna shout. Why dose this happen to me. Always fucking Me. I kicked the locker and ran down the halls, I needed to leave.

I ran out the school doors, I couldn't be there anymore. I needed to go somewhere where I felt calm and that was quiet. I started walking to the abandoned playground. I look behind me to see a strange van following me, I look closer, are those....black balloons..it looked sketch but Idrc, that was until the van started speeding up.

My flight or fight instincts kicked in, I sprinted to my house, I see my house just a street down, my shoe stumbles in on a rock.

Fuck fuck fuck. I shined my knee really bad, but the black van was still there at the end of my street, i got up even though my knee was bloody and limped to my house.

I walked up my stairs and frantically banged on the door, finally my dad opened up. "What are you doing home from school young missy?" I could tell he had been drinking, hopefully not that much. "I'm sick." I walk to my room and close the door.

I flop down onto my bed, i put my music on my walkman and drift asleep.

I wake up and feel a horrible stinging on my thigh. "TELL ME WHY THE SCHOOL CALLED SAYING YOU SKIPPED!?!" Daddy screamed and hit me w with the belt "daddy I'm sorry please!" I plead "YOUR SUPPOSED TO BE A GOOD GIRL Y/N!" He hits me with the belt again.

"DADDY ITS NOT MY FAULT!!!!" I screamed, "THEN WHOS FAULT IS IT Y/N CAMERON, THOSE BOYS YOU'VE BEEN SLEEPING WITH, I CANT BELIVE MY DAUGHTERS SUCH A SLUT!" He yelled and hit me over and over again. "Please...it won't, happen..again!" I say crumbled up in a ball on my bed. "Yeah it better not." He walks out of my room and slams the door.

I scream into my pillow, god I hate that dick. I look in the mirror and see red marks and bruises all over me. I can't go to school like this tomorrow. I pick out some pajamas and go to the bathroom, I run a hot shower and get in.

I get out the shower, put on my pajamas. I wash my face and brush my teeth, I put my hair up into a bun and laid down.

I couldn't stop thinking though, no matter how much I wanted to , I couldn't stop thinking about Vance, and my locker. Fuck. He's such a dick. But I can't help but wonder why I always thought he was so beautiful.

Why was today the worst day ever?

(A/n)

Hey you guys sorry it's kind of short, I haven't had any motivation to write lately, but I tried my best to get this part out, also if you have any ideas feel free to message me :). Love you🫶