nineties•brance

chapter 11

mention of blood and abuse

SEPTEMBER 10TH

it's been a while of Bruce searching for Vance.

"Vance! Vance come on!" Bruce yelled, he was looking by foot and he was having no luck. That's when he heard some sniffles.

He walked over to the area where he had heard the crying and saw Vance.

"Vance?" Bruce asked, his tone soft.

Vance rubbed the tears off his face and sniffled, mumbling "don't look at me."

"Vance? What's wrong?" Bruce kneeled down to be on the same level, he tilted his head to try and see his face better.

Vance covered his face with his arm, shoving his elbow in Bruce's direction.
"I said don't fucking look at me!" Vance yelled, though it was muffled you could hear the anger and sadness mix.

"Why?" Bruce tried to hold Vance arm but he quickly dropped it, you could see he accidentally got his saliva on his chin and hoodie. He does that a lot when he's mad, he starts to slober, like a dog about to puke.

"Because, you won't love me anymore!" Vance yelled getting up and stumbling a little as he took two steps back from Bruce.
"What are you on?" Bruce genuinely thought he was in drugs.

"Oh so you're calling me crazy? Fuck you. I knew you'd do this." Vance laughed, his eyes wide and he grabbed onto his, now short hair.
"Vance, are you ok-" Bruce tried to reach out and hold Vance's cheek, but got his hand slapped.

"Don't touch me don't touch my hair!" Vance yelled quickly, holding his head. He completely lost his mind.
"Vance please I just want you to be safe." Bruce felt so sad. Vance was going insane.

"I am safe! I'm perfectly fine. You- you're the crazy one. You're crazy for thinking I'm crazy!" Vance whispered a little and yelled a little, he sounded like a person who belongs in a mental institution.

"Vance, hunny, you cut your hair, you jumped out the window, you're barefoot, you're anything but safe." Bruce managed to lightly hold Vance's forearm, just comforting him a little.

"Fuck." Vance breathed as he looked at himself in a puddle. He was in the wet, cold, September air, barefoot and in his pj's.

"Let's go home." Bruce whispered, well it was a little louder then a whisper, but still quiet. Vance nodded and Bruce held onto Vance's waist as they walked to the car and Vance sat down.

The drive back to the dorm was quiet and kind of scary.

"Hey Vance?" Bruce asked, his eyes focused on the road.
"Yeah Bruce?" Vance looked over from the backseat to Bruce.

"What did you mean by "I wouldn't love you anymore" ?" Bruce asked, looking back for a second and then back on the road.

"Well, I thought you loved me because of my hair, and now that I've cut it-" he was interrupted by the sound of laughter.

"Vance I fell in love with you because you're fear less, you've got the gut to stand up for yourself and buy embarrassing things without shame, you feel pride and determination in whatever you do, Vance I fell in love with you because of who you are." Bruce confessed and he felt too worried to look at Vance.

Vance's eyes were wide and his jaw dropped.

"You said you're in love with me." Vance pointed with his finger at Bruce.
"Oh, yeah well-"
"Do it again." Vance didn't let Bruce finish.

"What?" Bruce laughed dryly but Vance's expression stayed the same.
"Do it." He dropped his arm, a loud slapping noise being made by his hand hitting his exposed knee, because of his basketball shorts.

"I love you." As Bruce finished Vance giggled and squealed like a little girl.
"Bruce yamada is in love with me, not Lily, not Amanda, not any other girl or boy, me. Me!" Vance shook the empty passenger seat out of excitement and happiness.

Bruce laughed to himself seeing the reaction Vance had from just three words.

Bruce smiled as he pulled into the college parking lot, getting out and opening Vance's door.

"Come on monkey" Bruce waived his hand towards him and Vance scowled, getting out the car.

"Was zur-" Vance was cut off by his mom hugging him.
"Vance! Ich habe dich so vermisst! Wie gehts auf deiner uni? Hast du Freunde?" His mom held onto his shoulders as he talked with her.

"Back on your meds?" Vance asked in English, taking her hands off him.
"Yes! They help much!" His mom smiled and Vance breathed heavily.
"That's why you get them prescribed." He mumbled and crossed his arms, walking twords his dorm with his mom following him.

Bruce stood there confused on what they were talking about until he decided to just drop it and walk to their dorm.

As Bruce opened the door he saw Vance, clearly annoyed and uninterested while his mother spoke.

Bruce decided not to bud in and dialed his brothers phone number. He was bored.

It rang for five seconds until he heard someone ask "what?" In an aggregated voice

"Jesus take a pill or something, it's just Bruce." Bruce rolled his eyes and then they kept talking.

After about ten minutes of Amy talking about a new movie she saw he heard yelling.
He decided to ignore it until he heard a loud crash.

"I'll call you back." Bruce quickly hung up and ran out the kitchen and into the main room, where he saw Vance holding his head and his mother holding a half broken beer bottle.

Vance removed his hands from his damp hair and looked at his red, bloody hands.

"Shit." Bruce whispered as he walked over to Vance, taking a closer look at the beer and blood covered hair.

"Du must raus." Vance had no reaction to the pain.
"Was? Vance ich bin über 20 stunden geflogen und gefahren uhm hier zu sein." His mother smiled warmly at him, Vance felt sick.

"No. I've fallen for this before and not again, leave." He tried to love his mom, he really did, but she made it impossible.

Vance didn't want to go back to Germany, his mother did. His mom wanted to and wanted to stay, so she did, he didn't. She made him so uncomfortable and unwelcome.

His mother scoffed and cursed something in German before grabbing her coat and slamming the door behind her.

"Vance are you okay!?" Bruce panicked as soon as the door closed and grabbed Vance's hand to turn him around.

"She's done it before." He pride his hand away and walked off to the bathroom to fix himself up.

Bruce sat down on the couch and looked at the wet stain next to him, sighing.

"I'm so sorry Vance." Bruce whispered looking up at the bathroom door. Bruce felt sorry for him. he felt sorry that he had to grow up with those parents. He felt sorry that he had to go through that.

But they were just some people in the nineties.

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That's the end loves 😋❤️