Murder Drones Stories/Oneshots

♡Part 5: Broken Home - Broken Bones (Vizzy)

Written 11/26/23-11/27/23
HEAVY TW FOR ABUSE
Lizzy's POV

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I bite my lip anxiously. This is such a stupid idea. It's too late to turn back now, though. I'm already here.

The cold walls feel suffocating. I thought I'd seen them for the last time when I moved out. My childhood home smells like cigarettes and beer, mixed with bitter coffee grounds. It looks worse than when I left.

My core is racing in my chest and my central processing unit is screaming at me to leave. I hate this place, and I hate everything that's happened here.

But I need to be here. I need to do this for V. I just can't get caught.

I've snuck through the house to Dad's office. The door is locked and my thumbprint doesn't work on the scanner. Honestly, I was surprised it worked on the front door. Maybe he hopes I'll come back to him. I won't. Not after everything he's done. I won't go back again. No, no, no, no-

My head is spinning. I take a moment to breathe and calm down, just feeling my chest rise and fall.

There's a manual key to his office somewhere. He'd keep it in his bedroom probably. Damn it. This is risky. Beyond risky. But I need to do it for V.

I slowly creep towards Dad's bedroom. Cold moonlight filters through the reinforced windows and onto the old floorboards. I remember laughing as a very young child here, building blocks with Mom and Dad before the divorce. What happened to us?

I walk past my old bedroom. It's quiet. The floor is stained here. I shudder, remembering all the oil I bled out and the broken glass and the yelling and the pain and his fists and the words and my tears and-

I'm spiraling again. I take another breath and close my eyes. I need to do this. For V.

I make it to my Dad's room finally. He's snoring softly and the door is open. There are beer bottles scattered everywhere and a hazy smoke in the air.

His nightstand is by his bed. I try to quietly sneak over to it, but everything seems so loud and I'm afraid he'll wake up any second. I rummage through his drawer as quietly as I can and find a key I pray is the right one. I glance over and he's still there, but no longer snoring. I should hurry.

Avoiding the bottles and trash on the floor, I dash to the office and jam the key in the slot. It works.

Now just to find what I need for V.

The office is a cluttered mess. Papers and folders are all over the desk and floor and cabinets. There are old food wrappers and styrofoam cups on every surface. The cabinets are practically vomiting papers everywhere.

I got a tip from Thad that my dad took something Uzi had made and brought to class. Something V would need. Thad probably didn't think I would go try to take it, but here I am.

I slid behind Dad's desk and found a drawer labeled "confiscations". Convenient. I slung it ope and dug through the phones and airpods until I found what I had been searching for. It was a weird purple and black disc looking thing. But it could change everything for V.

"What are you doing back here, bitch?" Dad snarls from the doorway. I freeze. "I told you if you came back, I'd finish what I started last time I kicked you out.

"It'll be more than a black eye this time, slut. I saw tht girl you've been hanging around. Still think you're gay? I'll fucking beat it out of you. I can fix you. You don't need to do this again. You can come back to me."

Not knowing why I let him talk for so long, I finally turn around to face him. His orange eyes are tinted red and he has a bottle of beer in his hand.

I need to run. I need to get out. My legs aren't moving. Out. Out. OUT. I can't do this again. I won't let him hurt me again. I need to run.