Everyone thinks the Loves were ''perfect.'' But that's not even close to what the family is. The family has been through hell, but they put on a fake act as if they were perfect in every way. But their middle child is rebellious and always gets into...
The Love's family had a good reputation. Always proclaimed to be the "perfect family." Yet that was the opposite of the family. Only the family knew what happened behind closed curtains. Their father is abusive and extremely toxic. Their mother married him for.. God, who knows the reason? She was dumb and naive for marrying that bastard. The parents' kids have seen it all. Especially the oldest and middle children. Yet people still believed that the Love's family was perfect.
//Roxy's Pov//
As I got out of bed, I put on a crop-top with baggy jeans and black converses. I walked out of the door to Grab N Go. Where I was most likely to get into a fight. As I enter Grab N Go, I immediately see a blonde curly haired boy over by the pinball machine. It was Vance Hopper. Pinball Vance Hopper. The one person who I could beat on that game. I smirk, walking up to him. "Heyyy Vancy Wancy." I said to him in a high-pitch voice. "Don't fucking call me that." Vance retorted. I groaned. "Stop being an ass." I told him with a scoff. "Not happening." He answered, focusing on the game. I shrugged, walking over and got me a Dr. Pepper, as I walked back to Vance, he was really focusing on that game. I noticed two boys play fighting really close to the pinball machine. Oh fuck... and of course one of them bumped into the machine making Vance mess up. Vance put his hands around his head. Looking at the boys, he grabbed one by the collar of their shirt. "You fucking made me mess up!" Vance screamed at the boy, punching the boy in the face over and over again. I groaned as the other tried to hold Vance, so the other could punch him, but Vance flipped the boy over, bashing his head in the ground. I groaned as Vance grabbed a knife, carving something into the boy's arm, flipping them off, backing to the door. We heard cop sirens as we both ran out of the Grab N Go, laughing. "You're so idiotic." I tell Vance jokingly. "Oh, shut the fuck up." He retorted. I laughed. "Fine, Vancy Wancy." I smirked. Vance had clearly had it with that stupid nickname. "Roxy, I swear to fucking God, if you don't shut up I'll beat the living shit outta you." Vance growled. "Not cool, man.." I replied. "Too far?" He asked me. "Yeah dipshit." I grumbled. Vance mumbled something before hurrying off. I rush to my house, I enter the room, hearing yelling, and I rush to my youngest sister's room. "You okay, Kiara!?" I asked, worried, knowing it was my parents. My other siblings busted into Kiara's room. Kiara just sobbed, I put some headphones on her head, turning on the Walkman. "Shh, just listen to the song. It'll be okay." I tell her, she just nodded. Blue Ain't Your Color played through the headphones. "Man, Keith Urban saves us at these times." I sighed. They nodded. "Definitely." Sarah laughed nervously. I brushed it off. "I'm going to my room." I announced, walking off to my room, shutting the door. I lay on my bed, thinking. I hear a knock on my window, I open it to Vance. "What the hell are you doing here!?" I asked him in a whisper-yell. "Because I can?" He asked. "If my parents hear you, we're dead." I grumbled. "I know, I know, you say that everytime!" He told me. "Yeah, 'Cause it's fucking true!" I whisper-yell. He laughed, pushing me aside, sitting on my bed. "I always liked this room." He told me, to which I laughed.
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He just smiled. I laughed again. "You're funny at times." I told him. "Well, duh." He answered me. We sat there and talked for a bit until he decided to leave. "Bye, Vancy Wancy!" I call out to him from the window as he flipped me off. "I miss you already!" I exclaimed as I heard him yell. "Fuck you!" Before rushing off. I laughed, closing the window, laying down. I got up, changing into my pj's. I curled in bed, falling asleep to my parents arguing.
