TW: Domestic abuse, swearing, blood mentioned, glass cuts etc.
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Vance's mother came to collect him from police custody, having to leave her job early to do so. The drive home was that silent that you could only hear their breathing, Vance's heart beated fast knowing what's soon to come.
"What on earth were you thinking??!!" Vance's father screamed. Vance didn't reply. "Not going to reply huh? You sure had a lot to say back in the station!!" His dad yelled. Vance got a hard slap to the face, feeling his eyes well up with tears. He try's his best not to cry as it makes him look weak, as he thinks. "Go to your room and don't even think about leaving!!" His dad screamed.
After awhile the shouting slowed down and vance ran up to his room. He shakily walked towards the full-length mirror he kept in his room, his reflection staring right back at him. In that moment emotions were flooding in and out of Vance like fierce waves, causing him to punch the reflective glass in front of him. As he drew his hand away he could feel blood dripping quickly from his knuckles, splattering on his bedroom floor. A couple shards of glass was wedged into his skin, as a few on the ground below him. Vance took a step back, slowly backing away into the small bathroom connected to his room. He had barley any knowledge on attending wounds so he just grabbed a cloth to soak the blood up with. It had been around 5 minutes and he decided that the bleeding must've stopped by now. He slowly took away the fabric soaking up his blood and dropped it in the washing basket. He knew he wasn't able to get the shards out with his fingers, therefore grabbing a pair of slightly rusted tweezers to get them out with. After the very last shard was removed he walked back into his room and flopped down on his bed, dreading the next day.
The next morning came, and vance felt shittier than usual. His hair was a tangled mess, he was barley able to comb it through with his fingers. He stretched out and grabbed onto his bedside table, a sharp pain in his fist making him hiss and clutch his hand to his chest. He gave himself a minute before rising from warmth and standing up. He tied his hair back into a low bun, his curly fringe hung just above his eyes. A couple strands of hair framed his face as they fell from the bun. Vance got changed into different clothing and set off, to the school.
Surprisingly the school had decided not to expell Vance, only have him be accompanied by a fellow student to and from classes. Vance thought it was bullshit, but he had no choice but to go. He'd already disappointed his mother enough. He doesn't care if his fathers bothered by it or not though.
Vance arrived at school, making his way to the principals office. He chapped on the wooden door, using his un-bruised hand. A quick 'come in' came from inside the office. Vance turned the door knob only to be met with the same very eyes he seen while he entered the police car, Bruce. "As you have been told, I selected the student that will assure you get to and from classes, Bruce Yamada" the principal, Ms.Bell stated in a stern voice. Bruce gave him a small smile, making the other boy flush slightly. "He will accompany you through breaks aswell, to make sure you don't get yourself in another terrible situation. Clear?" She voiced. Vance gave her a nod, looking back at Bruce who had just stood up. "Great. Now run along boys."
The walk to maths was very awkward. Bruce tried attempting small talk but Vance kept shutting him down, not exactly wanting to speak with anyone after the previous days events. As they walked Bruce looked down at Vances hand, realizing the damaged state it was in. "What happened to your hand?" Bruce asked concerned. "Nothing." He quickly replied, hiding his hand behind his back. Bruce took ahold of Vances arm, practically dragging him into a nearby restroom. "What the fuck Yamada??!" Vance yelled, pain shooting through his hand. The other boy didn't say anything, only dropping his bag on the sink countertop and pulling some medical equipment out. "When'd this happen?" Bruce asked, taking Vances hand in his own dabbing a wet wipe onto his knuckles, probably a disinfectant. "Why do you care" Vance snapped back, trying not to whine at the stinging. "I'm just worried about you, jeez" Bruce replied while wrapping Vances hand up in a fresh bandage, after the crusted blood was cleaned off. He wasn't sure what to say to that, feeling his face heat up a bit. Bruce cared about him? He wasn't sure whether to believe it or not, only time can tell. "thanks i guess.." Vance shyly said, his hand feeling better already. "Don't worry about it" Bruce gave him a smile and they were off to their class.
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Brance ♥︎
FanfictionA love story between two boys Bruce and Vance, who started off as strangers but get closer as time goes on ❤︎ {This is my first book so pls don't expect anything too good :') }
