Your Love Is Like A Drug | Vance Hopper

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SEPTEMBER ??? 1979
LUCY'S POV

I feel like I'm dying. The pain in my leg is absolutely excruciating. I probably am dying. We were able to slow the bleeding by tying a shoe lace around my thigh. I'm sitting against the wall, but, Vance punching the wall brought me back to reality. "Dude.. what the hell are you doing?" I shouted. He was punching the wall that was across the toilet. He let out a loud and obnoxious groan.

" If I can make a hole, we can escape" he said and continued to punch the wall. Obviously I punched him in the head to many times because who's dumb enough to think they can punch a hole in a concrete wall?

I shake my head at his stupidity and get up. I limp over to him and I approached the toilet. I grab the tank cover off of the toilet. "Here" I sighed out as I handed it to him. He gave me a confused look. "Use this to make the hole... It's heavier" I pointed out and limped back over to the wall, back to where I was sitting.

I'd help but I have absolutely no energy in me. I get dizzy when I stand up to quick and I have the constant feeling of nausea.

VANCE'S POV

Jeez, Lucy looks terrible. She is a little pale and I can tell that she can't do much because of her dizziness and nausea. I'm focused on getting out of here quick so she doesn't die.

I peak around the corner to check on Lucy and she looks tired. She's fighting off her sleep. I don't blame her. She's probably scared that if she does sleep she won't wake up. I'm worried about her.

I started to hit the wall with the the toilet tank. It's a lot easier and less bloody. The wall has my blood smeared from how hard I was punching. My hands had a sting. They were red and bruised. I'm not gonna complain because Lucy is dealing with worse.

I barely made a dent in the wall when the light turned on. Quickly I grabbed the carpets and positioned them against the wall so you couldn't see the blood or the hole.

I finished just in time. The grabber opens the door. "I made this for you" he placed the food on the ground and was about to head back up the stairs.

"Wait!" I said. He slowly turned around. "She's gonna die" I said, as I gestured to the now sleeping Lucy. "That's not my problem" the grabber said and turned.

That's when I lost my shit. I ran at him and started to strangle him from behind. Like he did to me. His nails were clawing into my arm. Lucy must have heard the commotion because she was quick to help me fight him. She punched him repeatedly in the stomach. But that piece of shit reached out and dug his thumb into her leg wound causing it to bleed. She let out a scream of pain.

The moment Lucy was distracted with her bleeding wound, the grabber slammed his back against the wall to get me off. Over and over I hit my head on that concrete wall. Till I finally let go.

I fell on the floor and he grabbed me by the neck of my t-shirt and pinned me against the wall, high enough that I couldn't reach the floor. He slammed me against the wall. I let out a groan of pain. "You try that again boy and I will smash your skull" the grabber said in a threatening tone.

It did scare me a little. But I wouldn't show my fear. He slammed me against the wall again, then he dropped me. He left the room, locking the door.

I sat against the wall and the whole room was spinning. My head was throbbing. I started to feel around my head to see if I was bleeding. Towards the crown of my head and I felt the warm red liquid.

It felt as if the whole room got brighter. My ears had a terrible ringing sound. Lucy was at my aid. "Vance? How many fingers am I holding?" She said and she held up her hand. It took me a little while to answer her.

"... Two" I finally responded. "Jeez.." she mumbled. She moved to sit next to me. She sighed, "I don't know what to do.."

I laid my head on her shoulder. "I am so.. tired" this took her by surprise. "Well" she said as she cleared her throat, "you shouldn't fall asleep" Lucy stated.

".. then what are we gonna do? " I muttered.
She let out a breathy laugh " I don't know man.. if we're gonna die here, let's at least get to know each other more." God I love her laugh.

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It's been a few hours of questions, so far I've learned: she loves the color red, hates pancakes and doughnuts, she loves horror movies, her favorite band is AC/DC, her lucky number is 15, and her mom left when she was really young.

My head is still on her shoulder but now she's laying her head on top of mine. It's my turn to ask the question. "Why is Molly named after a drug and your not?" I asked. She sighed.

LUCY'S POV

I had a feeling that this question was coming up. "Well, when I was born they didn't have a name picked out. I was born in the back of a van, so there was no one pressing my mom to choose a name. I didn't have a name till I was 5, and it wasn't till '67 when the song, Lucy In The With Diamonds came out. My mom liked The Beatles and since the song is about LSD she thought Lucy was the perfect name" I concluded.

" Wow.. " Vance said " that makes sense". "Yeah.. " I sighed out as I shifted to a more comfortable position because of the pain in my leg.

" You ok? " Vance asked worriedly. I wince in pain " yeah.. just my leg" I explained. "Do you have a needle?" He ask. "Um, yeah" I said as I grabbed the sewing needle out of my pocket "why?" I questioned.

He slowly tugged at the loose thread hanging from the hem of his shirt. I gave him a questioning look. He pulled a very long piece of thread and cut it with his teeth.

He took the needle out of my hand and put the thread through it. "What the hell are you doing?" I questioned. "I'm going to sew you back together" he said as if it was obvious. "Hell no!" I shouted.

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Omg I have sooo many mosquito bites. Did y'all see the tiktoks ab that one submarine? Oml y'all are FOUL. I love reading ur comments omg. My sleep schedule is like so fucked up rn it's HORRIBLE. Anywayyyyy I hope u guys have a good day/night/morning! Love you!
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