𝐃𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 | 𝘳𝘰𝘷𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦

[𝐕𝐈𝐈𝐈. 𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐥 𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐩𝐬 𝐮𝐩 𝐨𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮]

chapter eight !
word count: 1180

[everyone sucks. i hate everyone.]

TW: sexual abuse, [ed] purging. viewers discretion is advised.

This one is truly intense. Im so sorry to whoever gets triggered by this.

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Sometimes when Vance is with Robin, time slows down. Like its just him and Robin in that moment— no one else. He likes that feeling. He likes the feeling of someone else being there. Because before that, it was just him.

Right now, it feels like he's alone again.

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THE COLD BREEZE felt different that day. It used to feel like pins and needles, making him wake up. It was comforting, in a way. It was like telling him "hey, its okay. Ill be there to guide you.".

Today, it felt like a slap across the face. Like he had purposely offended the clouds. Like he did something wrong. Pushing him towards the place he hates the most, he quietly pushed the door open, revealing his home.

Vance didn't like his home. He wants a new one. Cause this home didn't feel like home. It felt like a house.

A home is supposed to be the place where you find comfort, warmth. Guidance.

This was just a house he took shelter in, once in a while.

Sometimes, when he didn't feel like going back, he'd sleep in the forest. He'd find the clear opening, and lay in the tall grass. He'd listen to the crickets chirping in the midnight air, and watch as the moon passed through the sky slowly.

He didn't care for the animals, really. And he sure as hell didn't care about bears. They could kill him for all he cares. But they haven't yet, so for now he'll just let them be.

He doesn't see robin much anymore. He's assumed they drifted apart. He's kind of worried— but like he'll ever admit that.

He's become more closed off, since Griffin died. Well— not dead. He doesn't know for sure, he just has a hunch.

"Hey, stupid. Dad says you have to run some errands for him."

Vance sighed.

He had just gotten through the door. Couldn't it wait?

"Vance!!"

His stepfather's voice rang throughout the house, and he could've sworn he saw it shake. He begrudgingly went to his parents room, where he heard the voice come from.

He turned the doorknob, and slowly pushed it open. What he saw, made him want to throw up.

But it wasn't like it was his first time seeing that scene. But that didn't make it any less worse.

It wasn't his stepdads first time bringing home a girl, while his mother was out. He was 99% sure she knew, too.

What was gross, is that his stepfather doesn't try to hide it. Getting him to open the door while they partake in their dirty acts.

"This is what a true man looks like", he used to say. It was absolutely disgusting. If that was what a true man looked like, he wanted to be a woman.

If a true man liked underaged girls, he wanted to kill himself before that ever happens.

The girls— who he was sure were underaged— didn't even mind it. His stepdad always made sure he was looking whenever he came in.

But no matter how many times he saw, he always wanted to vomit. Girls who we're most likely his age, lying on the bed. Disgusting.