part 2!
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Bruce watched Vance leave. He didn't say anything. He didn't move. He didn't chase after him.
He didn't do anything.
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Vance had practically ran home, throwing the door open violently when he finally reached his small house. He knew his mom wasn't home. She never was anymore.
No one was ever with Vance. Bruce had been for the past couple of months. Tonight would most likely have a negative impact on that.
Vance slid his body down his front door. His chest felt as if someone was gripping on to it, breaking his lungs slowly as if he was being punished for breathing. His eyes stung, tears clung to the inside corners of them refusing to fall. When they finally did, Vance couldn't stop more from coming. He couldn't stop the scream that bubbled out him, like boiling water spilling in to a stove burner, Vance felt like he was going to explode any minute.
The boy slept for a full day and a half. When he woke, he refused to move. His entire body ached with sadness. Vance looked to his ceiling.
It wasn't nearly as comforting as the night sky he had once kissed his boyfriend under.
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Bruce's parents forced him to return to school, even with his eye bags being easily spotted and his skin pale, their main focus on his grades and not his well-being. Bruce was used to this. Too used to this.
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Bruce tried not to look for Vance. He knew the blonde didn't want him around. At least not at the moment. Bruce would be polite and give him what he wanted. Even if what he wanted was killing him.
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Bruce had forgotten about Vance for the most-part. His mind dwelled on other things. Other things he knew his parents would tell him were important.
He thought about baseball. The scholarships he was already starting to get because of his 'outstanding' performances he's made during his games. He thought about his friends. His best friend, Finney Blake.
He thought about space.
Space made him think about Vance.
Bruce's heart felt too cramped in his chest. The blood pumping through it felt like venomous acid. Bruce choked on the air surrounding him. Tears pricked at his eyes. The teacher at the front of the room looked at the boy, concern on her face.
"Can I go to the bathroom please?"
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As soon as Bruce's teacher nodded her head to his question, he all but ran out of the classroom. His lungs heaved in satisfaction, air finally making it's way back in to them. Bruce couldn't go back in there. If he did, his mind would only go back to the boy who he was sure wanted nothing to do with him.
Bruce sighed. His legs felt heavy. He was tired. Not only because of the thoughts racing through his brain, but because he also hasn't slept since that night.
If only Vance had been there to see what had really happened. Bruce might be strong, but he wasn't as strong as he hoped that night. Someone had taken advantage of him, even if it was only for a quick 7 minutes.
