I Deserve It ( Vic Fuentes )

Hush Money

Of course I get up as fast as I can so my alarm doesn't wake my mother. She doesn't wake till 7 and Danny isn't up till after that. They work together but mother has to leave earlier than Danny.
I do my normal thing of shower blow dry my hair straighten it and put eyeliner on the lower eye lid. I never went without it. then clothes. This is where I struggled today. My old hoodie I always wear is rugged and faded. I need a new one. I knew my "hush money" would come today since it's Friday. Mother has this idea. She has been doing it for years. Every Thursday she sets out $50 for me. I spend it as I wish. It's like an allowance except I call it hush money because she pays me and I haven't told the cops she hits me. I wouldn't anyways.
Everyone has a trouble to go through. Mine is paying the price for messing with a life. Besides i punish myself just as she punishes me. I just didn't try on that test anyways. I can make it up in a day max. So I pick up my hush money on the counter and begin this day.

On my walk to school I see the homeless underneath a bridge. I do talk to them. They are some of the only people I actually talk to. I stop and say hello. Ask how they are. And they are like my family. They show concern for me. They know my problems but I don't fret about them telling anyone.
They can't without getting into trouble themselves. The kids at my old school don't ever text me except for Ashley. But she only texts me when she is bored or gets ditched by her boyfriend. Which isn't often.I only tolerated her because she made me laugh at her stupidity. She was a goofy girl that made me laugh. I let her in and made her promise not to tell anyone what was happening. But then I moved schools when someone asked my mother about my bruises. She moved and I wear a hoodie everyday. But now I have to stop by hot topic at the mall on my way to school for a new one.

I pick out one for a band called Bring Me The Horizon. It's a British post hardcore band I just happen to be in adoration with.

I now had a new hoodie and was on my way to school. It felt snug and warm. I dare say I like it. It just hugged me in the right spots. I was an athletic build. I had the "rack" to show but never did. I had a curvy figure that was filled out right. I didn't eat much so I had a good looking body I guess. I mean i still hated it. Just a little less that Harry Truman.

I actually laugh at myself for making a history joke. But quickly close my mouth and put on my normal "face" as I come close to the school. The closer I reached the lesser of two prisons the more kids there are. If one heard me laugh or saw me smile I would have to worry.

Upon reaching the school I hear the bell ring. That's how I know I'm on time. I head to my locker and quickly grab a text book labeled AP GOVERNMENT. This was my first class. I head in right as my phone alarm vibrated to say I need to be in class. I rush up to the door and then walk in like every other day.

SHIT I was running late all day today. I am speed walking down the hall my sleeves are pushed up a little too much for my liking. You can see the faint white whispers of scars signalling my punishment for myself. I will shove them down as soon as I get to the door to third period.

Before I can reach my classroom a certain Mexican popular runs straight into me causing my book to fly across the tiled floor and a word to escape my lips. "Fuck" was all I could say as I hit the ground with my arms taking the fall. They were still hurt from last nights punishment. I looked up as I realised Vic was staring at me.

I figured he already heard me so I spoke up again "why are you looking at me as if I killed a newborn human?" my voice wavered a little. I wasn't used to speaking to people like this.

"Holy shit. Your not a mute. " He was complete dumbfounded. I stare up at him confused as Hell. His brown eyes were so surprised. But they had another feeling in them. I didn't catch it because my phone vibrated signalling class for me was starting.

"Holy shit I'm not!" I say being as big of a smart ass as I could. I reach out to grab my book when I realise he was staring at my exposed arm. It has scars and blue-black bruises. I cover my arm and grab my book before standing up and rushing off to class internal punishing myself for stupidity.

Taking a seat at my back desk I pull out my phone to stop the alarm from going off again.

As I got out my work for the next week the infamous Vic walks in smiling and slipping the teacher his worksheet. He mumbles to his friend a forged late note. I just hide my head to suppress the smile of how gullible his mates are. I see the chair In front of me move. I glance up from my text book to see those brown concerned eyes looking at me. I cock an eyebrow to ask him what?without speaking. Just because I spoke once doesn't mean I'll do it again.

"What's up?" he asks quietly. I see the teacher glance back here and look at me and him. He smiles. That bastard teacher won't help. It doesn't matter. I just remind myself I don't deserve the help I need to do it myself. I just look up to him and point to the ceiling. Smart ass remark but I can't help it. He can't take a hint.

He just cocks a semi pity smile. I don't need his damn pity. He saw my arm. Big fucking whoop. He doesn't know me. Don't give me a damn pity smile.

"Yes up. Like how are you?" He says. Damn he's a smart ass too. Well can't argue. He is the school pop/badass. I just shrug. I don't need to speak.

"So your just shrug? that's not an emotion. " He whispers at me. I am at a loss. I don't speak. I won't. I place my head down on my folded arms and loo out the window. Hopefully this signals I'm done talking. After a few minutes of hearing our teacher drone on about politics I hear the screech of Vic moving his chair back around right. I smile at my win and take a nap.

"Victoria your dismissed" the old teacher has never made me feel happier. I grab my shit bag and head out. I glance at the teacher on my way out and he actually smiles at me. I don't smile back I just walk out.

After 4th period I walk home rather quickly just so I can go out and see the "family". I rush through my routine and finish by 5:15. I go up to my room and put on some skinny jeans and my band tee with my new hoodie. I lock the door and crawl out my window. She will think I went to bed. I triple checked my chores so she won't bug me. Mother will be a content woman today.

"Hey jean" I speak up to the skinny rugged brown headed ex pot head. She hugged me and asked how Id been. I told her the truth. I mean why hide it from family. She inspects my arm and makes a tsking sound. " I feel bad for harming myself when she does that. She is like a cousin I cared for. She was up in age but also up in spirits. We talked for a long time. Then I checked my phone and the time was 9:45. I had been here for hours. I decided I had to leave and head back. I handed her $5 from my change with the hoodie I got. She tried to give it back but I wouldn't let her. She needed it for food. She knew this as did I. We said our goodbyes and I headed home.

---

So yeah jean is an important person to her. Let's all be nice and love her. But anyways I have a twitter you can follow me on. I will tweet when I update also. It's @SoStupid21 I promise I'm going to try and keep up with this fanfic. schools almost out to say the least. double update today