The Boy That Lives Upstairs (CaptainSparklez FanFic)

Secrets

Vic's POV

I don't know why I finally decided to call him. I think it was because, holy hell, I missed him. I should be hating him, but I felt this insane tugging in my chest and pain in my stomach. I couldn't eat or sleep or even think straight. Part of me hated him, it really did. It wanted to see him burn for that, to see him feel that pain. The whole pushing me on the ground and messing up my back and one of my favorite shirts wasn't it. It was the internal pain, the pain I felt when I looked up at him from the ground. It was like my stomach had collapsed upon itself, then torn itself to pieces. 

When I had arrived at Samantha's house, she left me alone the first night, probably because I didn't look capable of explaining. But the next morning, she was on me like a dog begging for treats. I fended off question after question, only mentioning the fact that no, I do not wish to return Jordan's calls, and that yes, I am angry with him and I do not wish to either speak with him or see him. It was later into the day, when I was sitting on the guest bed supplied for me, when I reached for my phone and dialed his number. I don't even know why, it was just impulse. I laughed, one short "heh" when he didn't pick up. Probably playing video games. For the next few minutes, I lay there, glancing at my phone each time it lit up. Unimportant instagram notification. Text message from someone I didn't care about. Reminder from Subway Surfers that blah-blah-blah only lasted for so-and-so days. 

When I finally heard it ring, I rose from my lying position. I knew it was Jordan, because no one else calls these days. I stared at it for a solid 5 seconds, pondering whether to press the green button or the red one. I pulled my phone over, clicking the green button with my thumb.

"What," I said as blankly as I could.

"Vi-Vic? Is that you?" said the voice I had been longing to hear. With the start of the V on his tongue, I felt the sob rise in my throat. I tried to swallow it, but then the floodgates opened and there was no stopping me.

"J-Jordan.. I'm s-so sorry..! It was all my fault! I never should've opened my mouth in the first place!" I stuttered out through sobs. "I should've just sat there, and ignored them, or just left!" I sobbed, sniffling and choking.

"Vic, baby-" Jordan started, but I cut him off with a shriek.

"No!" I shrieked. "Don't call me that! I don't deserve to be called that, especially by someone amazing like you!" I broke down then, unable to speak. 

"Vic.." I heard Jordan start, and realized he was crying too, just less than I was. "Vic, I am so sorry for doing that. I don't know what came over me. Well, I do, and I need to explain it too you. I'd rather tell you over the phone, because every time I look at a picture of you, I can just imagine the hurt on your face." I let out a sob then, and he quieted. I took shaking breaths to calm myself, and he continued. "When I was a kid.. My parents weren't the greatest. They... they didn't really like me. Well, my mom did, and she still does. But my dad... My dad was bad. Every weekend he was guaranteed to come home drunk. He was an angry drunk, and he would take it out on my mom and I. I started to yearn for school like normal kids yearn for the weekend. Even when my father wasn't drinking, he was still generally mad. He had some pretty bad anger issues, and apparently so did his dad, and so on. It was in his families DNA, you know?"

"D-does that mean..." I trailed off, sniffling.

"Yeah.." Jordan said, and I could hear his sad smile through the soundwaves. "It was ok when I was a little kid. There was only the occaisonal snap or so. But when I reached teenage years, that's when it got bad. My dad would yell, and I'd shout right back, and we'd just get into these intense fights, you know? We were a sorry mess. Imagine that family picture, my dad and I going off on each other, and my mom in the back, sometimes crying, sometimes pleading that we stop, or just sitting there in a pitiful mess." I heard the tears in his voice, and any negative feelings I had felt towards him were gone, just like that. 

"Oh.. Jordan.. I am so sorry.." I felt tears welling up in my eyes. How could I ever be mad at him?

"It's ok Vic, this is all my fault. I should've told you, or at least restrained myself that night. Its just, being around you makes me feel so happy. You've been keeping me happy these past months, and I am so grateful. Vic... I need to tell you something, and I think it's better I say it in person." I nodded, forgetting that nods cant be heard. "Are you willing to see me again?" Jordan asked, hopeful.

"Yes," I breathed out. "Yes."

"Great," Jordan sighed. "When do you wanna see me?"

"Today."

"Today?"

"Uh huh."

"When?"

"Soon."

"An hour?"

"Sooner."

"45 minutes?"

"Sooner."

"Half an hour?"

"Great," I laughed, and Jordan laughed as well. 

"See you then Vic!" he exclaimed, then hung up abruptly. I slowly pulled the phone away from my ear, staring at the black screen. As I stared at my face reflected in the screen, I had one lone thought.

What the fuck are you doing, Vic?

I nervously checked the time again on my phone, then looked around. Jordan was late, as always. I have to admit, I was a bit scared to see him. Oh well, my life is already fucked up as is. Why not just add some more stuff on? Cause YOLO right? My thoughts were cut off sharply by a strong force hitting my back, and holding me tight. I, being the scared possible rape victim I was, screamed. I was cut off by the attackers hand over my mouth, and a famailar "shhh" in my ear. Now, I did what any reasonable person would do in this situation. I bit him. He released me immediatly, exclaiming a few choice words. I whirled around, only to see Jordan standing there, sucking on his finger.

"You made me bleed!" He exclaimed.

"You scared me!" I answered with a smile. He hesitated, but then smiled back warmly. 

"I missed you," he said sheepishly.

"Me too, you big doof," I said as I wrapped my arms around him.

"Mmm," he murmured as he returned the hug, then pulled me into a long, hard kiss. As I kissed him, thoughts flashed through my head.

Why are you doing this? Are you insane? Your fucked up. He hurt you bitch! Physically and mentally! Who cares what his story is, he needs to pay! But... He's so cute. And amazing. And cute. And wonderful. And cute. And super. Did I mention cute? 

I pulled away from him, and he frowned at me. "So," I said. "What's your big announcement?" 

"Oh... About that.." Jordan smiled with a devilish grin as he took a step towards me. "I think," he said as he looked around, "we need to be in a more private place for that."

"Nuh huh. For all I know, you could turn out to be a rapist after all this time," I refused. "You're still on some thin ice."

"Ok.. But you'll regret it," he said with a smirk, then proceeded to push me against the nearest wall.

"Ooh, I love it when you get all fierce like that," I joked, hiding the actual fear of what was to come.

"I realized something while you were away," Jordan said, still kepping me against the wall. "Victoria.. I-I really fucking love you, ok? Like, marry me, have my babies, ruin their lives, kick them out, grow old together love you. Now, I'm not proposing or anything right now, it was just something I realized. I also realized.." As he said this, he put his hand on my waist.  "I want you. I need you. Please tell me you're ready, Vic, cause I can't wait anymore."

"Y-yes," I stammered.

"Ok," Jordan smiled, grabbing my hand. "Let's go."