𝙱𝚊𝚍 𝚑𝚊𝚋𝚒𝚝 - 𝚟𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚑𝚘𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚛

𝟷𝟿 - 𝚜𝚊𝚕𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚙𝚎𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚛

I sat on the mattress thinking if people were even looking for me, I missed Finney, Gwen, even my family. I was lonely. I look up to the door and see the man walk in with a tray of eggs and a sprite.

"I made some breakfast" he says with a smile, I stare at him through my eyebrows, "what did you put in that?" "Salt and pepper" he replies giggling. "Oh, eat it, don't eat it..you're already down here" he says smirking. "What do I need to drug you for? He says setting the tray down and turning around to leave.

I slowly walk towards the door seeing he didn't fully close it and pull, holy shit.

*RINGGGGGG*

I look to the phone, deciding if I should answer it. I go up to it and put it up to my ear, fast. "Hello?"
"Don't go upstairs". I turn towards the door replying with an attitude, "why not?" "It's a trap" the boy says. "You?...are you Bruce?" I reply trying to recognize the voice talking back to me. "Who's Bruce?" "I..I was just talking to Bruce". I reply confused. "Bruce yamada, he's the popular baseball player". I say again. "We don't play baseball here". He says confused. "Who are you?"
"I don't remember" he replies, "did you play soccer? Football?-" "I delivered newspapers" he says cutting off my sentence. "Billy..billy showwalter..Vance's friend". I sigh with relief. "Maybe" he says sounding almost like he's shrugging his shoulders, "no you're billy!" I argue. "Do. Not. Go. Upstairs." He says changing the conversation back to what it was. "What is he doing" I huff, "he's waiting...on the other side with that fucking belt" billy snaps. "He didn't say you can leave, so if you try, he'll punish you.
He'll beat you with that belt until you pass out.
It hurts, kid, It hurts real bad. You'll cry. You'll beg him to stop....We all did. But he just keeps beating you".

*click*

"Hello? Billy? Hello?" I slowly put the phone back up on the receiver and stand staring at the phone.