Fair Game | Vic Fuentes

Poor Unfortunate Soul

Title credit; PVRIS-Holy

Once I was home,I threw my bag down and marched straight to the kitchen. I reached up to my liquor cabinet and grabbed a bottle of Evion and Grey Goose. I quickly took a swig of both and sat on the floor with tears still falling down my cheeks. I couldn't believe he would do this. Then again,it was my own fault for trusting someone when i knew all that was going to happen was me getting hurt. That's what always happens. I got up and wobbled to the mirror,staring at my reflection. Before i only saw a guarded girl with no weaknesses but now all i saw was a broken girl. A girl that let someone in and made them her only weakness. Vic. Hell,even his name was triggering. He broke me again. Before he came back,i was confident and happy. Or,at least,i pretended to be. Now,all of my walls are gone and all i know is pain. He did this. No,..i did this. It wasn't his fault. It was my own. Love doesn't mix well for me. Vic was wrong,i'm not afraid of love. I'm afraid of heartbreak. I screamed at the top of my lungs and slammed my fist into the mirror,the shards flying everywhere. I heaved myself up and marched back to the kitchen,downing the rest of the Evion and moving on to the Grey Goose. I needed something to make me numb and alcohol wasn't enough. I slammed the bottles on the floor and watched the glass break. I needed something else. Something stronger than this. I thought back to Grace,my team's small forward,and how she gave me some Pc40 today at practice to calm my nerves. I swiftly made my way to my bag and pulled out the drug. I wasn't going to pretend that i've never done it before because well,needless to say,i did it a lot back in high school. I rolled up a joint and lit it,taking it in and letting it stimulate my senses. Everything became one big haze and I couldn't tell the real from the fake. It all blurred together in a beautiful painting. I smiled as i lolled my head back in pure amazement of it all. I looked down at my hand to see a red ooze dripping from my knuckles with shining particles in between them. I ignored it and let the drug have it's way with me. This was all I needed to be numb. Not alcohol. That's never going to help me. I just needed the pure rush and calmness of Pc40. I needed a way to shut off my thoughts and,thanks to Grace,i had my tool.

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"Push it,ladies! Push it!" Coach hollered as we ran suicides. "I don't get what the big deal is." Rickey comments,slightly out of breath. Me,Rickey,and Grace were running at the same speed so we knew we could carry on conversation. "Right. I mean,he's just a guy,Tyler. Nothing special. Besides,..it's not like you were dating." I rolled my eyes and touched the foul line,running back to the start. "No,he isn't just a guy. He's Vic. And yeah,we weren't dating but still. It hurt." I admit. I sighed and shook my head as the coach blew the whistle. "Break time! Everyone go get a drink and meet back here in twenty." I stood up straight and let out a deep breath,using my towel to wipe my face. "Yeah. Well,maybe you should just forgive him." Rickey offers. I scoffed. "Forgive him? Hell no." Grace shrugged and patted my back. "It's worth a shot. I can tell you care about him. Just think about it,okay?" I sighed and grabbed a ball as they walked out. Time to work on some foul shots. I bounced it and walked over to the foul line,shooting a few. I took a deep breath and winded my hand back to shoot again. "Your foot's over the line." I smirk and rolled my eyes. Speak of the devil. "Yeah. So is yours." I stepped back slightly and shoot the shot. Vic caught my rebound and held the ball. "Tyler,can we talk?" I walked over and grabbed it,walking back to the line. "We just did." He sighed as I missed another shot. "You know what I meant." I shrugged and got in stance again. "Maybe I did,maybe I didn't. I'm just too oblivious." I shot it and hit the rebound. "Tyler,I'm really sorry. If it means anything,it wasn't anything like what we had." I scoffed. "Yeah,that totally helps." I grabbed the ball and leaned it against my hip. "Look,Vic,I don't care. It's your life. You don't have to explain yourself to me. If you want to go out and have sex with other girls,you go and do that. That has nothing to do with me. We aren't together." I turned back to the hoop and made one straight in the net. "I just want to know how you found me." He grabs a ball from the carrier and examines it. "I went to your house and Iris was there cleaning up. She told me you were here." Remind me to kill her later for that. She's probably laughing her ass off right now. "Well,here I am. Now,is that all you wanted?" Vic shook his head and sunk a half-court shot. Show off. "I remember that you wanted me to teach you to do some layups. You said you were too short to reach the hoop." I looked down at my newly bandaged knuckles and sighed. "Yeah,well that was a long time ago. I don't want your help. I don't want anything to do with you." He frowned and stepped closer,me stepping back farther. "Come on,Tyler. You don't mean that." I laughed bitterly and bit my lip. "I do actually." Vic looked me in the eyes. "Please don't shut me out again-" I screamed,"SHUT UP! Just get out and go away! I never want to see you again!" He blinked silently. "Go!" He glared. "Fine! I'm going!" Vic marched out and I heard the coach blow the whistle in the distance. I sobbed a bit but collected myself and went back to shooting. I was wrong before,we could hurt each other.