Time- Vance Hopper

Chapter 21

Gwen snapped out of her dream, She breathed heavily and looked around in the bathroom.

"Gwen hurry up." Her dad knocked on the bathroom door.

"Sorry daddy."

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"Have you tried stacking the carpets to reach the window?" Vance asked Finney through the phone.

"I've tried everything."

"No! Not everything. When the grabber saw what I had done, that was it. And he took his time with me too." He said, as he remembered what had happened, recalling the events slightly in horror.

"What did you do?"

"Oh that fuck spent a fortune trying to repair the damages."

"What did you do?" Finney asked again.

"I'm getting to that cuntwad! Or do you have some other important shit you have to do right now?!"

"No, no, no." Finney stood up from the mattress. "I'm listening."

"There's an outlet in the shitter across from the John."

"Yeah, I've seen it."

"On the other side of that wall, there's a storage room. You can't get into that room because there's a big ass upright freezer in the way."

"Okay."

"Break into the wall about two feet above the outlet till you get to a panel with screws in it. Get the panel off, you're into the freezer. And then out into the storage room."

"Thank you."

"For what?"

"For helping me."

Vance stayed silent, he remembered something. What seemed to be a memory, and one he could remember in exact detail.

"Look, V, I just think you need some.... Self control sometimes." Marie said, cleaning his wounds from a fight he just got into.

He just mumbled something she didn't hear, and looked at the ground.

"Vance." She grabbed his jaw, forcing him to look at her.

"What?!" He snapped, she flinched slightly and he immediately regretted it.

"Look, Vance, I love you. I love so much- More than anything else. But, I think it'd just be better if you got into anger management or something... you know? You don't always have to solve something with a fight."

"You said that a million times before, I know."

"Okay, but you never listen. Please, Vance, I just want what's best for you."

"I don't need you telling me what to do, you're not my fucking mom or dad." He hopped off the counter.

"Vance-"

"I'm fine Marie. I am completely fine, I don't need your help, or anyone else's."

Ouch. That hurt.

"Vance.." she sighed "just understand I love you, and I just want what's best."

And he walked off without another word, going to god knows where.

"Tell Marie I love her.." he said, deciding to keep his angry thoughts to himself and ended the call.

Finney was expecting a totally different reaction. He stood there, slightly shocked.

"I will." He whispered, even though he knew the call was done.

Finney took the lid of the toilet off, and hit the wall with it. It took a while, and hard work, it got to the point where he had to drink toilet water from it. The hole was deeper, and soon enough there was a tiny hole. He started digging and he saw the back of it.

He unscrewed the screws, and there was meat in it.

He grunted as he tried to open it up, but it stayed shut. He gave up eventually, and sat down in the corner, sobbing. He whimpered, even, he wasn't sure he would make it out now, he wasn't so sure.

Then, the phone started ringing again. He got up, and picked it up to hear static.

"Hey Finn, what's happening?"