𝙈𝙮 𝙨𝙖𝙫𝙞𝙤𝙧 ; 𝐵𝑟𝑎𝑛𝑐𝑒

Chapter 8, Home.

⚠️ TW: slurs and abuse.

Vance Hopper pov:

I left so that Bruce could speak with his parents and think about his feelings for me. I walked home in the rain though his dad offered to drop me home. I said no but it would've been a good idea seeing as that kidnapped was out to get me.

I turned left around a corner to see the same black van I remember hitting me. I stopped and stared at it for a moment. I wasn't gonna go that way home. I turned right instead and took the longer way home. It wasn't exactly fun but being kidnapped isn't fun either.

I opened the door to my house and closed it behind me. I walked into the front room where my mom and dad were sitting.

"Hi mommy." I kissed her cheek.

"Hi, Vance. Are you okay?"

"Im alright." I turned to look at my dad who was staring at me, gritting his teeth. "The fuck do you want?" I asked him.

"Going around kissing boys now?" My heart dropped.

"How- no."

"Don't lie. I know what you did."

"How do you.. how do you know?"

"I was walking past the Yamada's house when I saw you leaving. You kissed a boy on the way out. I came home a bit before you."

I stared at him in disbelief. "Honey, it's okay to be-" My mom got cut off.

"NO! ITS NOT OKAY." She flinched. She stood up and left the room, leaving me and my dad.

"I'm sorry."

He stood up and pushed me on to the floor. "FAGGOT." I looked up at him.

Once I stepped into this house, I was weak. I never hit my parents because I simply couldn't. I couldn't bring myself to do it. As much as I hated my dad, I still had that tiny hope that he would change.

My dads foot came flying into my chest. I buckled over. I held my chest and struggled to breath. He stepped on my head before getting off and kicking me in the face a few times. It hurt. He kicked me a few times but I didn't feel it. The only one I felt was when he kicked me.. down there. I screamed.

He held me up by my neck. My legs were wobbling but his grip kept me up. I stared at him. He dropped me and kicked me one last time.

My mom rushed over to me and pulled me into a hug. "Honey I'm so sorry. Im so so sorry."

I wrapped my arms around her. "It's okay mommy. It's not you. I love you."

"Come on, let's get you upstairs so you can get changed." She picked me up and carried me to my room. I was on the edge of losing consciousness.

"Don't worry about school tomorrow. I told them already that you are recovering." I nodded.

She placed me on my bed. "You get changed, I'll make food."

"I'm not hungry."

"Okay honey." She closed the door.

I didn't even get changed. I fell asleep. Well I think it was sleep. Who knows? Not me.

My eyes slowly opened. Forgetting about the events that happened yesterday, I sat up. I immediately regretted my decision as my whole body began to ache. I should've stayed in the hospital.

I carefully limped down the stairs. Luckily my dad went to work so I didn't have to face him. I wanted to see Bruce but I couldn't. He was at school.

I sat on the couch and turned on the tv. 'Kidnapper on the lose.' Boring. I switched the channel and watched this poorly animated cartoon. It was 12pm. 3 hours until Bruce was out of school. I was gonna sleep until then.

I closed my eyes and fell asleep.

Hours later I woke up to being pushed on the floor. "What the hell-"

"You're in my seat." My dad walked towards me and stomped on my stomach. I began to gasp for air.

"Think about where you are sitting next time." He sat in his seat holding a full glass of beer.

Eventually I regained my breath. I walked upstairs and got changed. I was gonna walk to Bruce's house. I needed to see him. I wanted to know how he felt.