5:11 AM // Vikklan [Wattys2016]

Chapter 25

Okay, so I've been at band camp for the past two weeks, and could not find any energy to update. Alabama heat advisories suck when you're in direct sun light on a hot field with sweat dripping down you like you're crying rivers and burning your eyes with a 10 to 20 pound instrument hung around your neck and burning your hands from hot metal. Lucky for me, I was a sunblock Nazi and made sure I always had it reapplied, so this girl didn't get burned. (I have many various tan shades all over me where I wore different type shirts on different days.)

But, good news, Band camp is over, therefor updates will pick back up like normal. :)
I'm sorry for such a wait, loves.

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He threw the vase, shattering the helpless object against the wall. "What the fuck is wrong with you?" I screamed, eyes a frenzy of both fear and tears. Vikk pulled his hair and screamed harder, mouth muttering words I couldn't understand.

"Baby, please calm down," I whispered, but he stopped his frantic breakdown and looked up to my eyes. His pupils were blown, and his face was blank besides the twitch of his lip. "I hate you, you know," he muttered as if he had no heart, no mercy for my feelings, and I felt my breath choke in my throat.

"You're just saying that because you're angry. Anger does crazy things to people. You don't mean it," I tried to assure, jaw quivering and hands twitching as they rest across my stomach.

"No, I mean it because for once I have the courage to say this, Lachlan," he breathed, stepping closer and looking me dead in the eyes with little space between us to breathe, "you're just a toy for me to use when I feel down. You're my rebound, and never will I feel the same way towards you. Mark is who I will stay with, and guess what?"

My heart was caving in, crumbling under the words he hissed, but I looked at him the entire moment and just felt myself sink like a ship struck by a rock. "I quite think you're immature, pathetic, and incompetent. You're worthless to me," he smirked, and I backed away with my eyes going frantic and skin becoming pale white.

"You- You don't mean that!" I tried to whisper, but my words fell weak and puny. He laughed, "The truth's a bitch, yeah? I don't like you, Lachlan. Actually, I think you're horrible."

It was like I fell right there, knees wanting to buckle, but I felt like if I gave in to my desires, I'd faze right through the floors and slip into a dimension of dark nightmares.

But I wanted that, didn't I?

I wanted to just slip away into darkness, didn't I?

I felt like this wasn't real, like Vikk didn't mean all of that, but slowly I couldn't help but believe him.

"You really think this?" I choked out with my tears flooding my cheeks and making it hard to see. Vikk looked at me for a few minutes, just staring, before he nodded with a determined gaze in his eyes.

All I could do was cry and storm out of the house, my memories and dreams crushed underneath the wall that collapsed atop my head as I raced into the streets in attempts to ease the pain in my chest, but only did I snap back to reality when the blare of an obnoxious horn sounded through the air, and the headlights of a car lit up my entire world.

I jerked awake in a cold sweat, tears cascading down my cheeks and my chest heaving with gasping breaths.

"It wasn't real," I repeated to myself, mind a hurricane as I tried to even my breathing and tried to regain my sanity.

I rubbed my face and just began to cry, thinking of the words the dream Vikk spoke, and it just knocked me back to the ground every time I tried to push them away.