Psycho - Vance Hopper

* Part 16 *

The rain blared down, similar to hail, the thunder booming scarcely.

The large wooden clock on the wall, ticked every other second in sync with the low buzzing of a TV on static.

The light tapping of shoes rapidly sped around the porcelain floor, a low breathing escaping from a worried mother's mouth.

"No, he hasn't come home this night, he usually tells me if he is going to not be home, but nothing! He just told me he is going to school and that's the last I saw him." Her lips press together, urging herself to not allow a single tear to fall from her eyes, "Yes, I would love that," She pauses for a moment listening to the ragged response on the phone,

She rubs her forehead and quietly responds, "Yes, thank you, please call me if you have any information." She slams the phone on the base of the landline and stands for a moment, staring at the phone, she catches her breath and walks to the sofa, she slouches down to sit and stares at a picture frame facing down, and she moves the beer bottles out the way slowly picking the frame up, 

The glass was broken, 

A small picture of a broken family, 

But not in this photo. They weren't a broken family yet in it. She picks it up and moves it to her lap where she simply looks at it.

She remembers this day, the day when her son got his first and only haircut, it was a picture of three people smiling widely, with a playground in the back; a father, a mother and a son.

A family.

"Momma, I don't wanna cut my hair!" 

The boy says grunting, with a distinct frown on his face furrowing his thick brows, "I'm sorry but you have to," The father says looking down at him, ruffling his hair, the boy's face falls even deeper and he crosses his arms and looks away, the man sighs, holding the back of his head and rubbing it gently, "How about we go to the playground before, hm? How would you like that?" He slowly says whilst smiling, 

The boy almost instantly looks back up at him and his face widens in glee, "Yes! Yes!" He yells whilst jumping around, his eyes full of stars, "Alright, alright, let's go Honey," The mother says whilst zooming him up to the sky and placing him around her hip, he grapples his hands around her shoulder and begins to hug her tightly,

Suddenly a small droplet of water falls onto the shattered glass, she looks up and hugs the picture frame tightly, and tearily whispers to the frame, 

"Where are you, Vance..."

A sigh escapes your lips as you stretch out your arms,

You slowly open your eyes and you smell a sharp smell of cinnamon and sugar, a sweet and comforting smell. You rub your eyes and turn your body to look in the kitchen, you notice your mother speeding around the kitchen grabbing stuff almost at random, she turns to look at you and smiles, 

"Goodmorning sunshine," You open your mouth to speak, but you feel stuck. A lump in your throat, 

COUGH,

You lightly punch your torso repeatedly,

"Ow..." A raspy voice calls out, and your mother stares at you for a moment, "Are you alright?" She walks toward you with a plate of waffles and places it on the coffee table, you sigh loudly and tilt your head back, "I think I might be ill," You roughly rasp out and slam your head down onto the sofa, and she silently sighs and whispers, "I'll get the thermometer," Ruffling your hair. You grab the blanket and sweep it over you, she approaches looking at the thermometer in her hand, she crouches down and looks up at you, "Open your mouth," She quietly asks, and you lazily open your mouth, she places the thermometer in your mouth and you close it slowly, she stares at you for a few seconds before she takes it out, she glances down at it and her mouth opens slightly,

"39 °C?" She almost yells out, you look up at her and she rubs your forehead, "Jesus, you are sweating like crazy," She pauses for a moment and stands up, "Yeah, you are not going into school," She rushes over to the phone and the distant ring of the phone slowly drifts away,

Your eyes hurt, extremely. 

They feel as if they are being forced open and your head begins to slowly shake, your cold, wait... 39? That's way too high- 

 A hand on your shoulder shakes you out of your thoughts and you quickly turn to look at her, and you don't realise it but your breathing was abnormally loud and fast,

"I need to leave for work Darling, eat up, and... I don't think you should go outside. It's raining cats and dogs outside, I'll get you some ibuprofen from the shop," She plants a kiss on your head and begins walking away from you, "Okay..." 

You hear her yell 'Bye!' and the slam of the door shakes you.

You sigh deeply and grab the remote and turn on the news, you take your fork and stab into the waffles, you begin to eat quickly whilst listening to the usual weather forecast, 

Rain rain rain, It was a very random spark of bad weather recently, but as you start to finish up your waffles the news change into darker subjects, you chew your last bite as you lean closer to the TV,

"Hello, people of Denver, we continue to suffer from upsetting news, however, It has been released that another child has gone missing," You place your fork down and sharpen your eyes, "If anyone sees this child please send your information to the Denver Police Station, " You glance over to the picture, just then your heart drops, and you feel your body freeze, and in your throat, an even larger lump suffocates you, chocking you.

"He is 15 years old and-"

And your eyes start jumping around the room,

"He has blonde curly hair,"

Your head begins feeling heavy as a boulder, weighing you down.

"He has blue eyes-"

Your mind begins scrambling with thoughts and feelings you couldn't comprehend, 

Because right there, on the TV,

Was Vance.

"His name is Vance Hopper."

Hello everyone!!! I'm back! :D I'm so sorry for that hiatus, I was very busy and stressed and couldn't find the time to write any new chapters, I hope you guys enjoyed this chapter! :))