Your Love Is Like A Drug | Vance Hopper

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SEPTEMBER 13TH 1979
LUCY'S POV

It couldn't have been any later than 3 in the morning. I was in a deep sleep when an annoying beeping woke me up. I peeled my eyes open and tried to locate the sound. It was coming from Vance's heart monitor, it was going a little too fast.

I assumed that he was having a nightmare. "Vance" I whispered to get his attention. Nothing. "Vance!" I whisper shouted. Still nothing. "Vance!" This time I yelled.

His eyes shot open as he looked around the room trying to figure out where he was, he was hyperventilating. I pretended to be asleep. We weren't friends so I shouldn't help him when he has a nightmare. But at the same time I hate nightmares so the only thing I was going to do was wake him up.

I pretended to be asleep as I heard his breathing settle down and accidentally fell asleep.

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It's hard to sleep when you have a nurse checking in on you to take your vitals. By 7 a.m. I gave up on trying to sleep so I stayed awake. Vance woke up not to long after me. It was a very awkward silence. I didn't speak to him and he didn't speak to me. A nurse walked in again. This time it wasn't that boy nurse. It was a girl. She stood up straight and had on a similar uniform.

She took Vance's vitals before she took mine. When she came up to me I asked "when can I be discharged?" She gave me a shrug. "We recommend at least 72 hours in the hospital, however, you can be discharged in about an hour because we can force you to stay after 24 hours. But you need a parent or guardian since you're not 18" she finished and walked out.

There's a tiny table that separated the two hospital beds. It had a phone and a phone book. I grabbed the phone and started to dial officer Thomas.

"Hello?" He asked. "Officer Thomas! Can you discharge me? " I asked hopefully. He let out a sigh, "Lucy I would but you need the rest. I promise I'll be there to pick you up after the 72 hours ok?" He responded.

That wasn't the answer I was hoping for. I don't want to be here any longer than I have to. I hung up the phone. I looked out the window and started to count the cars in the parking lot. 'what the fuck am I suppose to do here for the next three days'

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I counted 42 cars. The nurse walked in. It was that creepy guy nurse. "Lucy? Your being discharged" and with that he left as quickly as he came. Im guessing that officer Thomas had a change of heart.

I gathered my clothes and changed into them. They were bloody and dirty but it was better than flashing the whole floor with my bare ass.

I limped down to the front desk fully expecting to see officer Thomas. Instead I saw my father and his new girlfriend with Molly. My heart sank and I started to feel uneasy. I walked up to them. "Dad?" I asked. He turned to me and gave me a tight hug.

It has been years since he hugged me like that, or, hugged me in general. I know he was drunk and that when he sobers up he's going to be that same dick. But I couldn't help but hug him back.

I missed my dad. I miss when he wasn't drunk or on drugs and he was himself. I felt the tears threatening to spill but I held my composure.

He signed all of the paperwork and we got out of there. He had a new girlfriend instead of that April girl. She was shorter than me and looked really young.

Dad must have walked here because I didn't see his truck in the parking lot.

His girlfriend started to make conversation "hi.. im Melissa" she said as she stuck her hand out. "Hi.. Lucy" I didn't shake her hand back. I could tell she was embarrassed by my rejection so I started a new conversation "how old are you?" I know you're not supposed to ask a woman how old they are but she didn't look like she was older than 21.

She hesitated to answer "oh I.. im 24" she mumbled. I stared at her out of my peripheral vision. 'shes a fucking terrible liar' but I wasn't gonna say anything. All of this walking fucking hurt. My leg was throbbing. But I sucked it up.

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It took us maybe 10 minutes to walk to the house from the hospital and I was exhausted. When we got home I went straight upstairs to sleep.

I flopped on the bed. Instead of laying on my stomach cuz my leg would hurt even more, I laid on my back.

As I was getting situated, a faint knock came from my door. In walked Molly, "are you taking a nap?" She asked me in a hushed tone. I nodded and she slowly shuffled towards the bed. "Can I sleep with you?" She hopefully asked. I gave her a tight lipped smile, "of course you can.."

She laid next to me, hugging me and we both fell asleep.

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The sound of banging woke me up out of my deep sleep. My heart was racing and my first thought was Vance, when he would bang on the metal door in the basement. I looked around, adrenaline pumping through my body. Relief slowly helped calm me down as I realized that I wasn't in the basement, but I was home, safe.

The banging continued on. I got out of bed and tried to locate the sound. Molly wasn't in bed anymore, so I had a feeling that she might be near the source of the sound.

I soon figured out the banging was coming from the living room. It sounded like a hammer. I slowly made my way downstairs, as I got closer I heard people yelling. I couldn't make out what they were saying but they were definitely arguing.

Once I reached the living room I realized it was my father making the banging sound. He was clearly on drugs since he tends to do 'projects' whenever he's high on the drugs.

Molly was arguing with Melissa, who was also on drugs. "Hey!" I screamed out, getting everyone's attention. I looked at my dad who was hammering the floor boards which made a giant hole in the ground.

"What the fuck are you doing!?" I yelled at him. He looked at me with his wide eyes "i was thinking! This floor is so disgusting, so I'm going to replace it!" He said with energy. " No! You're not!" I yelled and took the hammer away from him. He started to get angry.

He jumped up from his kneeled position and grabbed my arms at my biceps, squeezing the deep wound that I have. I scrunched my face in pain, but didn't make a sound.

"You don't tell me what to do!" He screamed in my face. he threw me to the ground and walked out. Melissa was quick to follow him, she chased after him like a dog.

I slowly got up, despite the amount of pain I was in. Once I was fully standing, I noticed a small purple handbag sitting on the couch. I limped towards it and opened it, immediately going for the wallet. I opened it to see 40 dollars and Melissa's I.D. which stated her birthdate to be September 1st 1960.

That lying bitch just turned 20.

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Hi! Ok I know I said I was going to have this chapter up sooner but school started already and it is sucking ass. Technically it could be viewed as Sunday so I'm not that late, I woke up from a nightmare so I decided to post this chapter cuz why not 🤷. well, I hope you guys have a great day/night/morning! Love you!

-payton

P.S. I love ur guys comments lol.