Bulls In The Bronx ( A Vic Fuentes Fan Fic )

Wonderless

I know these chapters aren't very long, but I promise I'll try to make them longer. Enjoy! :)

Chapter 3:

Hazel’s POV:

As I was standing behind the door waiting for Vic to tell me why he was here, I couldn’t help but stare at his beauty. His medium length hair suited him well, even though I didn’t really like guys with long hair. His big brown eyes are shining bright from my porch light hitting them. God he is so beautiful. What am I saying? He would never love someone like me. I’m 250 lbs, I have scars on my face from all the acne I had as a teenager, my hair is frizzy, my feet are huge, my thighs are massive, everything about me is flawed. Not to mention the scars all over my legs. I’ve cut for so long now, I don’t even remember what my thighs looked without them. I would never cut my wrists in fear of someone seeing them, especially Vic. He would probably think I was a complete freak.

“Can we talk? Please?” his voice was trembling with every word he said. I hated to see him like this.

“Let me go put some pants on and we can---“

“NO! We need to talk now, I don’t care what you’re wearing, it’s really important!” I jumped as he screamed at me. Woah. What’s up with him? He’s never screamed at me except the time I accidently broke his skateboard when we were 15.

“O-o-okay.” As he walked into my apartment, his eyes were locked on mine, like he was trying to read my mind. What the hell is wrong with him? I went and sat on my couch, waiting for Vic to sit next to me. When I looked up to Vic, he was trying to hold back a sob as his eyes travelled down my thighs. Oh no.

Vic’s POV:

Once I calmed down a little, I started walking up to Hazel’s door. What am I supposed to say to her? When I got up to her door, I start banging on it as hard as I can, screaming her name. I hear her moving around in her apartment, so I hit the door as hard as I can, “HAZEL!” She swings the door open so fast, and as soon as I see her beautiful face, my heart starts to calm down. Her beauty is brighter than any star, her hair is pretty frizzy, but she makes it work for her. She has these green eyes, they are probably the most gorgeous pair of eyes I’ve ever seen, and I’ve seen a lot from all the concerts I’ve played. My eyes start to wonder down to her thighs, which aren’t covered. God she is so beautiful. She quickly notices that I’ve seen her thighs and hides behind the door.

“Vic, what the hell? Its 4:30 in the morning, what could you possibly want?”

“Can we talk? Please?” I can barely get the words out of my mouth without crying.

“Let me go put some pants on and we can---“

I suddenly feel very angry. Angry at her, for not telling me why she was doing this to herself. Angry at me, for not noticing how bad my best friend was hurting. I cut her off mid-sentence,

“NO! We need to talk now, I don’t care what you’re wearing, it’s really important!” I yell. I can see in her eyes that I’ve startled her. She says okay and lets me into her apartment. She goes and sits down on her couch, and while she is waiting for me to sit with her, I look down at her legs. They are covered in scars, cuts, from the top to the middle of her thigh. She doesn’t notice that I’ve seen, and I can’t help but let a small cry come from my mouth. My poor angel, what has pushed her to this point? I look up at her face. She looks like she has seen a ghost. Her face has flushed all her color, and she’s biting her lip really hard. It takes a few minutes for me to stop crying so I can say something. I sit down next to her and pull her so close to me I can feel her heart beating in sync with mine.

Hazel’s POV:

I suddenly feel very sick. I think I might throw up. He isn’t saying anything, he’s just standing there, crying. Why isn’t he saying anything? He probably hates me now. He probably thinks I’m some freak. I was hoping he couldn't see the tears sliding down my face, but I know he can when he sits down and pulls me so close to him, I can smell his shampoo; it smells like rain. I couldn’t keep myself from sobbing into his chest. I haven’t cried for a long time, and this is the first time I’ve ever felt so relieved in 5 years. I don’t have to lie to him anymore, I can be honest with him, about everything.

After about 10 minutes, he lets go of me. He sits up straight, wipes the tears from his eyes, and starts to take off his jacket. He throws his jacket on the floor and puts his wrists up close to my eyes. I see very faint white lines on his wrist. Faded scars. He cut himself too?

“I use to cut myself in high school. All of the jocks would beat my ass in the locker room, they would break my stuff, and bully me all day. I use to cut myself because I thought I deserved the pain---“

He starts crying again. I’m speechless, I don’t know what to say, but all I know is that I want to hold him all night long. I want to tell him everything is alright and that I’ll always be here for him.

“I stopped cutting because Mike was threatening me. He said that he was going to tell you. I couldn’t let him tell you, you would’ve thought I was a coward. I couldn’t lose you Hazel.. I can’t…..”

As he started crying again, I scooted really close to him. I put my head on his shoulder and grabbed his hand. I started rubbing circles on the top of his hand, and I could tell he was calming down.

I didn’t know what to say, or how to say it, so we just sat on my couch for a long time. He held me in his arms so tight, like he was afraid I was going to leave.

“Hazel, please let me help you. If I can stop, so can you. I will do everything in my power to make you happy. You’re my best friend, and I will never let anyone or anything hurt you again.”

I just laid there in silence. In that very moment, I knew that just maybe, everything would be okay.