CHOKEHOLD - VANCE HOPPER

☆ DREAM ☆

i'm going to finish this book and fall off the face of the earth (except for my tt page) so i'm srry if the ending seems rushed i'm kinda outta my tbp phase

(VANCE'S POV.)
I HOPE FOR NOT A CALL, BUT MORE HOPE. I know Billy's not the only victim, but is he the only call? My fingers feel so fucking numb. I took a break and used a tarp to cover the shit I did, I just have to hope The Grabber doesn't remove it.

My head turns quickly as I hear the door open. For some reason I hope it's someone here to save me, but deep down I know that'll have to be me in the end. He comes in with a tray in his hand that holds some food.

I'm so hungry.
I'm so fucking hungry.
I want to taste the egg melt into my tongue. I want to taste the dust wash off my mouth. I want the dry spot in my throat to go away.
But he might have put something in the food that will definitely..make this the end.

"The fuck did you put in that?"
"Salt and pepper."
He laughs at his own fucking joke.

He sighs as he crouches, "Ohhh, eat it, don't eat it. You're already down here. What do I need to drug you for?"
I swallow down my words about how much I hate him. I want to scream, scream until I have no ounce of resentment left in my body.

The Grabber leaves.
I swallow.
I breath.
I eat.

I cant believe how long it has felt without eating. I can feel the bland taste of the eggs brighten my mouth. Honestly, I wouldn't even dream of eating these eggs, a part of me doesn't even want to eat them.

But if I'm surviving, I'm being smart about it. I wont starve, I can't be picky in a situation like this.
So I take it.
I take what I can get.
It's not what I deserve, but It's all I can receive.

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(Y/N'S POV.)
THEY WERE RIGHT, NOT EVEN THIS WOULD BRING BACK VANCE. I sat on the freezing grey bench, in the police station. They waited for my dad to come pick me up. I wonder if Vance has sat on the bench before, maybe he's sitting on it right now.

Fuck.
No.
Don't think like that.
And yet it's so easy for everyone else to think like that. He's all I yearn for, everything is wrong.

I could feel the bitter coldness of the bench sending goosebumps down my legs. But in reality, I knew with out the warmth of Vance, I would freeze over. And maybe, that would be okay.

But nothing is okay until he's back, back home.
Safe.
Happy.
Okay.

I hope he knows how much I care for him, I need him to know it. I love him so much my heart feels physically heavy. I need him to know if even for a fragment of a second he thinks I don't care about him, he's wrong.

I love tutoring him, it's only fun with him. I love him for him, even with the front he puts up. I love how he has so much potential, but he doesn't see it. I love how he's so good at Pinball, it makes him happy. I love his fearlessness, I just hope it saves him.

My body has been stiff the second the police left me to wait for my father, but I hear something that finally catches my attention.
"In here?" Gwen asks.

"Yes." Detective Wright answers. He leads her into a office room with clear windows, a desk, and two chairs across from each other.

I can't hear their whole conversation, but I can make out a few words. Nothing I hear I can really glue together, or their just general words.
Until I hear something,
"So, Vance was in your dream?"

Another.
Another dream.