CHOKEHOLD - VANCE HOPPER

☆ CHOKING ☆

SO SORRy for being slow the updates i've been SUPER busy with school and yeah. i love and hate men ( this has nothing to do with the story i just wanted to say it)

(Y/N'S POV)
ALL THE AIR WAS SUCKED OUT THE ROOM. Every last inch of anything and everything that was holding me up, is gone. Every word my dad told me, consumed me.

"Vance Hopper is missing." He said.
I can't make out a sound. The living room is so silent you can hear our breathing. Or more, my father's breathing, I feel like all the air has left the room. Something climbed up my throat, and I was
choking.

The sobs made their way up and over my throat. My stomach twisted, I feel like nothing could possibly help me in this moment. Even my father, who just rushed over to me to comfort me.

The tears can't stop pouring out my eyes, everything feels like it's stopped. The whole world stopped moving, it would only make sense again if Vance was back. He wouldn't even have to see me again, I just want him to be okay.

Why didn't I tell him? Why did I wait to tell him? I've ran out of time and now maybe i'm been punished for it. For doubting him, but most importantly, telling him he's a asshole. I framed him as a monster just like everyone else, and now he'll believe it.

The thought of it makes my stomach sink until it drowns out my appetite. Not food can help, I feel like I want to throw up. Not sleep can help, because I'll realize that this isn't a nightmare again. Not breathing will help, cause every moment I live is another moment with Vance gone.

Now, I can only choke.
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(VANCE'S POV)
HE WANT'S TO SNAP MY NECK.
"I should snap your neck for what you did to my fucking wrist."

He dropped my barely conscious body on the dirty ass mattress. I lie there, I don't open my eyes. A part of me hopes that when I open them, this is all a night mare. That maybe I fainted or some shit in the middle of the street and now I'm dreaming. But I know it isn't true, this is real.

I'm missing.

I finally open my eyes, I can barely see. Everything's blurry. I dig my nails into he mattress as I back away from The Grabber.

The Grabber stares at me, I think. He's in front of me though, and I hate every second of it. It sinks into me, I'm gone.

The Grabber touched his bloody wrist, "Jesus. See that? It's covered in blood. It's like I killed someone."

I don't reply, I can't even speak to myself. It all feels like a test, and I know it's not. But I cant, I cant let go of the fact that I had a life. And the worst part is, I don't even know if I'll have it back.

"I know you're scared. And you wanna go home. But I'm not gonna hurt you, Okay?"
Bullshit.

"What I said about snapping your neck...I was just angry is all."
He chuckles, "And I mean, you did do a number on my wrist. But I won't hold it against you, okay?"

"I guess, now we're even."
He reached out for my hair, but the second he tries to touch me, I flinch as I smack his hand away.

"No." I choke out as I back away. My back hits the wall.

"Oh...No. You don't have to be scared, mk? Because nothing bad will ever happen here."

I stare at him, he stares back with that stupid fucking mask. I just want to rip it off his face, and watch that grin wipe off his face. But I can't, I'm powerless, weak. The last thing I had left was myself, and now he's taken that away.

"I'll prove it. You like soda? I'll tell you what. Ima go get you a soda, and then I'll come back and explain everything to you. Mk?" He says as he stands up.

He finally leaves the room. For a moment I feel like I can breathe again now that's he's gone.

I'm also gone though, and when I realize it completely, I'm choking.