The Black Phone Short Stories

"Nothing to love about him" -Vance

TW FOR THIS CHAPTER- MENTION OF ABUSE. I DONT GO INTO DETAIL BUT THERE IS A SCENE WITH ABUSE AND MENTIONS

~Y/n's POV~

"Hold on. You told me to call you, asshole!"

"Oh it's you."

"Well yeah of course it's me you never give your phone number to anyone because you're antisocial"

"Whatever. Come over to mine after school tomorrow. I need extra help with social studies"

"Awww Vance is asking for my help thats cute" I smiled

"Shut the fuck up before I come to your house and kill you" I sighed.

"alright I'll come to yours" I hung up the phone.

~Time skip- Y/N is now at Vances house, in his room~

I walked into the room and looked around. It was messy. There was posters falling down, dirty clothes on the floor, cups, plates on the floor too.

"Don't mind the mess- Sorry"

"Did you just apologise to me?" I smiled

"Shut up. Now help me" he made the bad and sat down. I sat next to him and helped him with his work. Although, all of this was very confusing. He was being nice to me, gave me his number and invited me into his room? Surely something has got to be going on. I went on about everything he missed and helped him.

"So yeah- that explains everything I guess? Can't you get your social studies partner to go over this shit with you"

There was a loud crash downstairs. I jumped at the sudden noise.

"What was that?" I turned to Vance.

"Shit.. um- stay in here I'll be back" He got up and quickly walked out, going downstairs. After a few minutes I heard screaming and loud crashes.

"FUCK YOU DAD"

After a few minutes of screaming and loud crashes the door opened. In the door frame stood Vance, bloody knuckles, a few cuts and some red marks which will probably turn into bruises.

"Oh my god- are you okay?!" I got up and went over to him.

"Yeah- yeah I'm all good.. I uh I think you should go.."

"No Vance let help you please. I know how to clean wounds"

"It's fine y/n just go home I don't want you getting hurt too"

I saw a tear run down his cheek.

"Let me take you back to my house then. And I can get you cleaned up there, yeah?" I wiped the tear off his face. As much as I hated him, I hated seeing him like this. I feel bad for him. I don't know what's come over me but I feel sorry for Vance Hopper. My bully. He sighed and nodded. "Come on then. Let's go" I slung his arm over my shoulder and we snuck out together. I walked to my house and Donna looked at me, wide eyed. I gave her the "I'll tell you later" look. I lead him up to my room and I sat him on the bed. I got out the medical kit from my wardrobe and started unboxing it.

~Vances POV~

I can't believe my dad did that whilst Y/n was in the house. He's such a prick. I mean, what kind of dad does that to their own child. I wish he would just die already. I look down at Y/n and look at her clean up my hand. I've always found Y/n beautiful. The way her lips are a perfect red colour, the way her eyelashes go perfectly with her y/e/c eyes. The way that strands of hair just rest in her face and it doesn't bother her. The sound of her voice is one of my favourite features about her.