You and Vance Hopper had never really gotten along. You, one of the top 3 toughest kids in Denver along with Robin Arellano and Vance Hopper. Were feared by most people, except for Vance Hopper and his annoying group of friends.
Things had gotten r...
"Why the fuck did you run," Vance yelled straight into my ear. "What do you mean why the fuck did I run? Why the fuck wouldn't I run, dipshit." I said with way too much confidence.
Of course, that didn't end well. He dropped my coat collar, and I got a face full of dirt. I groaned as my already broken nose hit the ground. "You never fucking learn, do you?." Vance stated. "I guess not," I mumble, thinking I was the only one who heard it.
"Stop fucking mumbling! It's annoying as shit!". I could tell Vance was becoming aggravated and it made me worry as I knew things would only get worse from here.
I attempted to get up so I at least wouldn't be on the dirt path while I was getting my ass beat, but, I just got shoved back on the ground. Only this time I was facing Vance.
I looked up at him with furrowed brows, while he grinned, looking down at me.
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I was now walking back home with a bloody nose, cuts all over me, and a new grudge that I will forever hold against Vance Hopper. The sun had set ages ago and I was supposed to be home an hour ago. Walking home was a struggle as my nose would not stop bleeding and both of my knees had scratches on them from me falling while running away from Vance and his shitty friends.
I walked up my front porch wincing in pain as I bent my knees, only making them bleed more. I unlocked the front door and stumbled in.
I looked around for Billy, as he would always clean my cuts for me when I got into fights or when this would happen to me. "Mom?" I called, my voice echoing through the house. "Yeah, hun?" My mom said, coming out from the kitchen. Her eyes widened as she saw me. "Holy shit, what happened to you?". I could tell that she was worried about me but I didn't want her getting involved in anything and only making it worse for me.
"Did Billy ever come home?" I purposely avoided her question. I could see the worry that grew in her eyes. "No, I thought he was with you? Weren't you guys with each other at the Grab n Go?" My mom said, her voice trailing off.
I sighed and walked to the bathroom to clean myself up. I grabbed the first aid kit and a cloth from the bathroom cabinet and began to clean myself up. I tried to remember what Billy would always do to clean me up.
I hear my mom calling different people in our neighborhood downstairs looking for anyone who knew where Billy was, and it started to make me worry. I walked to my room and closed the door behind me, I went towards my closet in search of some pjs I could easily slip on.
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(pjs) Can change
I collapsed onto my bed, exhausted from the day. As I sat in my bed, I worried about where Billy was and why he never came home. I just sat there thinking, and at some point, I eventually fell asleep.
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It was the next morning and a Sunday. Every Sunday me and Billy went to the park with our dog Max to play fetch and just be kids. I got up and looked over at my clock, I groaned as it read 10:18. I had finally woken up at a decent time all by myself.
That's when it hit me, it wasn't normal for Billy to not wake me up in the morning. I finally had let it sink in at that point, Billy had never come home yesterday.
I got out of my bed, and ran across the hallway, over to Billy's room. I had high hopes that Billy would be laying in his bed, peacefully sleeping. I opened up the door, and, he wasn't in his bed. My heart stopped as I realized that Billy might be missing.
I slowly walked down the dim hallway, toward my room but I was interrupted when I heard quiet sobs coming from the living room. I walked down the stairs and saw my mom sitting on the couch, my dad next to her. My dad sat silently on the couch, while my mom sobbed.
"Mom?" I called out. She turned her head, her teary red eyes meeting my e/c eyes. "What's going on?" I question, walking over to the couch. My mom began to cry even more. My dad turned his head to me, "how about you go over to the Grab n Go and get your mom a drink, just to give her some time to calm down? We'll tell you everything when you come back." My dad said to me in a calm voice.
I nod my head and go back to my room. I thought to myself as I picked through my wardrobe, searching for something warm I could wear. I ended up settling with a basic red sweater and light-washed jeans.
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Outfit of the day (Can change)
Getting ready consisted of brushing my hair, brushing my teeth, and putting on mascara. I walked down the stairs and back into the living room. My mother was still on the couch, sobbing. "What drink does mom want..?" I question my dad. "Anything is fine." My dad replied. I nod my head and walk out the front door.
A/N HIII!!! omg, this chapter felt so rushed and I'm so sorry!! And I am also sorry about how long this chapter took to come out! I FEEL SO BAD FOR BILLY THOOO. HAVE A NICE DAY/NIGHT!!
