Hell Above (p.t.v)

⭐️Chapter 5.Black On Constellations Gold

Chapter 5.Black On Constellations Gold

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Julia's P.O.V.

I sat besides Mike, we all were in their home, spending the afternoon. Mike and I continued talking for a while and then I spotted video games on his desk. We played Call of Duty for a few hours or so. I kicked his ass.

"I didn't know a girl could be better at Call Of Duty then me!"

"Well now you do."

Mike laughed for a while and then there was silence.

We stayed like that for a couple of minutes until we heard a splash outside. Mike looked out the window and looked at his backyard. He had a giant square pool and I saw that Jaime had pushed Iqra in the water. He turned to walk inside but Iqra pulled him back and he fell into the water. We laughed as we ran downstairs to join them. I saw Vic and Jessica go in Vic's room.

Jessica's P.O.V

       Vic grabbed my arm, dragging me inside his room.

Ermahgerd. I loved his room.

It was covered in various band posters. I sat down on his bed. He brought out his guitar and sat down next to me. I looked at him. "If you play guitar, do you also sing?" I wiggled my eyebrows.

He chuckled, nodding. "I actually do, as a matter of fact."

"Do you write and compose your own music? I actually do, it's quite awful, but-"

"Yes indeed, I do, want me to show you?"

He sings, writes songs, and plays guitar. And then he has those adorable looks.

"Sure." I looked up at him, waiting for him to start

"Oh okay." He cleared his throat and began to strum his guitar.

"So uhm, this song is actually untitled for now. I'm pretty nervous to be honest."

"I don't bite, y'know," I laughed, repeating what he said during lunch today.

He laughed and clearing his throat, beginning, "Well, you know that I'm cold, black on constellations gold...and you know that your soul's black top under lacing, won't let it go...it was all for you, all for you and more..." He paused, until he continued, "She won't chase him anymore..."

His voice was like an angel singing from above, how can a person be that talented? Vic is like my complete opposite. I sat silently, listening to every word that he sang. Oh my God, his voice was amazing.

When he finished, he put his guitar on the bed and looked at me.

"That...that was amazing, Vic."

"Why thank you, I'm glad you enjoyed that," He smiled at me.

He placed his hand on my shoulder, a firm grip and was about to open his mouth, until I squeezed my eyes shut, flinching away. 

Vic let go and stepped back, "Oh Jessica did I hurt you? I'm so so so sorry. What's wrong?" I stared at him and he raised a eyebrow. "Wait..." He gently poked my upper arm. I shook, heavily sighing. His fingers began to trace, across my shoulders, and then he looked up to see my reaction. I reacted quickly, flinching everytime.

"Jessica...do you have scars there...?" He looked up at me, with an empathized look.

"No..." I whimpered.

This can't be happening.

I saw his eyes, staring at me. He looked so truly upset. "Jess..."

I turned my head to the side, trying not to see his reaction. But then my eye caught the attention of the clock.

I looked at the time... 9:28!

I'm nearly a hour late for my curfew!

My dad's gonna beat the shit out of me!

"Fuck!" I ran out the bedroom door, leaving him clueless.

"Jessica! Jessica! Wait up!" I heard Vic yell after me and chase me down the stairs.

I grabbed my backpack and ran out the front door leaving everyone clueless. I ran home. I heard Vic chasing after me but I believe he stopped after the first two blocks.

By the time I reached the doorstep of my apartment building, it was 9:45.

I'm so gonna get it.

I walked into the lobby, I pressed the elevator button. I stood there impatiently.

Ugh. Fuck it.

I decided to run upstairs all the way to the 3rd floor. I quickly took the key out of my jeans pocket and carefully opened the door,hopefully praying that my parents were asleep. I opened the door, seeing the lights all off. I sighed in relief.

Then the lights flicked on as I took a step in the house.

I saw my parents standing there, furious.

"Where the fuck were you?" My father slurred. "Don't just stand there! Answer me!" I saw him walking straight towards me. He raised his hand soon turning into a fist and slammed it across my face. I felt my face go numb.

"Can you just answer your father?!" My mother screamed.

"I-I was at a friend's house..."

"Which friend?!" If I told my dad I was at a guy's house he'd murder me.

"Narine's!" I yelled back in a annoyed tone.

My father's face became even more furious.

I so regret that. I wasn't allowed to raise my voice..

"What!? You think you can talk to your father like that?!" He raised his foot and kicked my leg. I groaned in pain, as I fell to the floor and he kicked me in the stomach. I felt tears run down my face. Oh God. Just great. I looked back at my mother,who just stood there and watched. As she caught me looking at her, she looked down at the floor. She wasn't going to stand up for me,knowing if she did my father would beat her. How nice. "Rotten scum!"

I got up and stood in front of my dad.

"S-sorry." I stuttered.

"Sorry who!?"

"S-sorry dad. I won't do it again." I whispered.

"Good, now get your fatass in bed. Have you seen yourself in the mirror? Do you know how bad you make me look in front of my friends and relatives?"

I ignored my dad and limped to my room. All he does is care about his "precious" reputation. I feel so worthless with the words he say. When I tell him how I feel, to see if he cares, he just tells me to shut up and that I can't deny the truth.

Of course I can't.

I know I'm fat,

I know I'm ugly,

I know I'm worthless,

I know I'm a freak.

But to hear it from your own father?

To be treated like shit from him?

To be neglected by your mother?

If my father,my own blood relation, the one who made me..says it's true then it probably is.