I Deserve It ( Vic Fuentes )

Locker kid

The air was crisp against my sweat soaked body. I hadn't bothered to change. I had to get out. It still lurked my mind. Every time I closed my eyes all I see is blood an a gun. I hated that one. It wasn't as bad as the others yet still haunted me the same. I walk towards the school knowing I can make a full lap and be back by 3:30. So I can watch a rerun of Saturday night live from last weekend.

Back from the walk I felt better. More able to function. After a dream like that I want to just curl up and block it out. That never ended well. the times I could remember at least. I just want the weekend over. I'm ready to shove myself back into work. Just bury myself waist deep. I need it.

I was starting to think a lot at this point. I had those dark thoughts creeping back into my brain. It was at the back of my mind but very bluntly there. I glanced at my drawer where my silver friend was. I didn't need to thought. My arms were still scabbed over. I try not to until that one phrase goes through my mind. I deserved it. I wasn't good. I've done it so much what's one more time? I reach for my razor and the rest is routine.

-Monday morning-

I was up and ready by normal time. It was a rather warm day so I slipped on my long sleeve shirt band shirt instead of my hoodie. My cheek was bruised today. My mom missed last night and hit my cheek. Damn belt hurt. I put as much concealer on as I could. It hid some of it. Not enough. I knew if she saw me walk out like this I would get hit more. So I left early I would say I got hit with a baseball. That's a lie though. I don't speak to anyone.

School was nearing and I let my blonde hair fall around my cheek. I kept my head down like always. I let no emotion be apparent one face.

I look over to see Jamie one of Vic's friends shoving a kid Eric into a locker. So clique. I know how to get them out though.

I just wait till the halls clear. I hear Eric shouting. Also his breathing was rugged and wheezing. Onset of a panic attack. I reach into my bag and pull out a paper clip. These douche bags place a key lock on their locker. I know lock picking though. I place the paper clip in and start working.

With a sigh of relief I know I have for him out. With a time of 1 minute. I felt accomplished. I open it and see Eric there rocking back and forth to the best of his ability.

"Oh god thank you mute." He says with a shaky voice. Oh I'm mute to him only. I give him an angry look. I'm not a damn mute. Little shit.

His face shows I was glaring at him. He begins to stutter

"S-s-sorry I don't know your name." I immediately felt sorry for the kid. He was only 15 and a freshman. He didn't know I hadn't spoken since sophomore year. I break my rule yet again

"I'm Victoria, just call me Vic" I say to him quietly. His eyes go wide.

"Have you spoken alot?" he asks some of the stupidest questions. I shake my head. He nods with a look of understanding. I am confused. He moved here two months ago. I won't trust him to let him in but I will be kind to him. Without warning I grab his arm and write my number on his arm with the note if you get locked in a locker text me. Then I walk away with my fingers over my lips saying to hush. He got the message and walked away to his class I'm guessing. I grab my books for my locker and head off towards first.

*new message* ~hey thank you again~ I guessed it was Eric. He is the only one that had my number. My thought was confirmed when another one came in ~it's Eric btw~ I save his number and send him an emote thumbs up. I had an android so my emotes were all illegally copied. Who cared though?

Last class of the day was easy going. I was sitting there letting my teacher drone on Vic Had attempted to talk to me and had asked multiple times if I was okay after that night. I just shrugged and pulled down my sleeves a little more.

The bell rang and I was already in the parking lot. I had determined to head home and get my chores done early enough. I wanted to sleep. My brain wasn't functioning correctly. It was groggy from the nightmares that haunted me last night as well. They were the same thing but still the fear was fresh. I walked towards the road that Vic lived on. He was home that knew. He drove by me 5 minutes ago. When I walked past his house he was helping some blonde bimbo with a shirt too tight and skirt to short. I just rolled my eyes at his idiocracy he will tap it and she will leave to brag.

I got home and immediately went into robotic routine mode. After I finished I went to my laptop and did my homework. It wasn't the funnest but defiantly was easy.

After I was done I placed my stuff in my bag only to hear the front door open. I lay In my bed anxiously awaiting what Angela may do.

After a minute of waiting I see my handle turning. I know I'm in for a beating then. Much to my surprise I see Danny standing there. He had a worried face.

"Listen I know she hits you. But today stay away from her. She isn't in a good mood at all." He said clearly concerned.

"She's acting like the worlds out to get her and that your the root of it all" I talked her down knowing you don't need to be hit two days In a row. Stay in here for the remainder of the night" he ran his fingers through his hair and began to open my door only to have it flung open by Angela who was breathing heavy balling her fists.

"YOUR TALKING TO HER!"she had rage filled in her eyes with a cooking knife in one fist. My heart sunk and I knew I was going to hate this.

"DANNY YOUR WITH THE FUCKING BITCH WHO RUINED OUT LIVES" Danny was waving his arms and was attempting to make her drop the knife.

"No baby I was saying she was a piece of shit who needed to go clean our bathroom. That I didn't feel like doing it" he said very loudly trying to make her calm down I presume. My heart was beating so fast I was concerned no one else heard it but me. She glared at me and I nodded furiously to say I am with Danny.

"That's right. He told me to do it. I was going to as soon as he walked out but you were at the door so I couldn't." I said keeping my voice as normal as I can. She has put the knife down but still had a furious look In her stone cold brown eyes. She hated me I knew that. But this look wasn't like the others. I knew there I was going to the hospital tonight. And I was correct.

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hey guys. so I have to work everyday this week's except Thursday till 11pm after school. so I hope to update soon. not an exact day because I'm gonna write Thursday. here's this and I'll aim for Thursday thanks!  comment what you think? ?