Man in the Wall (Who is he?)

Chapter 46 - Damned, deluded or deranged

A/N:

🎶Home by Machine Gun Kelly, X Ambassadors & Bebe Reyha.🎶

The song above is for Vivian's POV. It just fits so perfectly well with this chapter.

Happy reading!

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Steven's POV:

Everything's a mess.

I knew Micheal couldn't be trusted with her. Sure I fucking taunted the child, a bruise every now and then, but this.

Fuck this.

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Vivian's POV:

My eyes cautiously peel open. A strange white ungelled light blinds my vision as a silhouette of a woman nears me. With little to no success of identifying her, my eyes sorely begin to scan around the room.

I notice a rather familiar painting hanging on the wall to my right. My hands fumble about along my sides and I realize that I am lying in a bed, my bed. This must be my bedroom.

Wait, what? Why does this feel like déjà vu?... My mind is in a hefty frenzy, ready to explode.

I look back at the figure and attempt to sit up. The woman rushes closer and pushes me back into the pleasantly comfy bed. "No sweety. Please, lie back down," the woman bids. 

That voice. I know that voice. Bu-but it can't be. It's not possible. Yet, somehow something is telling me that it is.

Her close figure blocks out the blinding and I'm able to catch a clear view of her features. I find myself staring into her warm amber eyes that I've grown to love. Yet, for some or other reason I'm not completely shocked by this revelation.

This can't be real, but it is... Mom?

I'm about to question her, but sensing my confusion she cuts my words short. "You hit your head really hard when you fell at school. You've been out cold for a few days now. They say that-" , "That I tripped on my way while exiting my maths class?" I finish her sentence, but it comes out more as a question. Why I just said that truly baffles me.

"Yes, how did you know sweety? But anyhow, nevermind that. You're better now and that's all that matters." All the while speaking to me, she caresses my cheek with the back of her hand as she sits beside me. 

This gesture feels oddly familiar...

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Steven's POV:

"Where is he?" I ask half limping towards Peggy, trying my best to keep my anger at bay.

The day I got shot by that psychotic lieutenant caused Peggy to bed rest me for five whole days after she aided my wounds. Of course, I didn't complain, not at first that is, I knew I could do with a well-deserved break. Apparently, it's going to take a dreadful three months before these wounds fully heal.

Shit around here has been crazier than usual these past two weeks ever since that last shipment of girls came in. Sure things have gone wrong in the past, but hell cat has been taking it to a new level. She's a hazard magnet, attracting danger where ever she goes.