Anger Is A Girl's Best Friend(I Am Not Okay With This fanfic)

Secrets Revealed/Girlfriend

(A/N:Filler chapter. Since Stan, Dina, and Syd go after the tape, I figured I'd have Val catch up with Syd after she finds out Brad cheated with Jenny, add a Jenny x Val dark moment before the cheating scene(Trigger warning),  and- Well, I'm feeding the Val x Syd stans in this one)

     I hadn't realised I'd fallen asleep until I woke up, a cramp in my neck from the angle I was laying, and stretched, before standing up. I noticed Stan, Dina, and Syd were gone, but didn't think much of it, as I made my way into the bathroom. After I used the toilet- No, I'll spare you the details of what I did, because I might be disgusting, but I'm not fucking evil. Damn. After I used the toilet, I didn't see Jenny standing in the shadows, leaning against the wall, as I washed my hands in the sink. I only noticed her when I smelled that dark, musty smelling perfume she wore all the time, bringing back memories and thoughts I never wanted to have to think about again. I slowly turned around to face her, my breath catching in my throat at how close she was. I could have fucking touched her nose with mine if I'd wanted to.. She roughly slid one hand over my spiky hair, and smirked. "Too bad. There's not much left to grab, is there, Val? And you loved it when I yanked the shit out of your hair." I shook slightly, feeling boxed in, and flinched, as she smacked my face playfully. "Are you scared of me, dyke? I thought you liked scary things."

    I shook my head, and tried to make a break for it, but the smile soon disappeared off her face, as she grabbed a fistful of my fucking shirt, slamming me back against the brick wall. The air shot from my lungs, and I knew I probably had bruised ribs, but was more concerned with breathing than the pain. I whimpered slightly, as her body pressed against mine. "Do you think I don't know what you're hiding? You fucked Sydney, didn't you? After all I did for you, you ran to her.." She pulled me forward, then slammed me against the wall again, my teeth slamming together in my skull, my vision going blurry for a hot minute. What the hell? Why was she so angry? She had a shit ton of fuck buddies, so why did me fucking Syd piss her off? My guess was that she hated sharing anything, and the fact that someone chose someone else over her must be mind blowing. Before I could respond, her fist hit my face, her rings slicing my mouth open, and everything went white and blurry, a faint ringing sounding in my ears. Fuck.. Where was I? I couldn't think clearly after that. All I could feel was her fists on my flesh and body, and then, her skin on mine, as she took what she wanted from me. I couldn't fight back, and that made me scared as hell.

    When she was done, she made sure I was dressed, and dumped me in an empty stall, shutting the door. She probably thought no one would think to look for me in that shit hole, and I knew she was likely right. Why would Stan, Dina, and Syd even bother looking for me? I mean, they obviously had each other. They really didn't need me, and that's what stung the most. While Jenny Tuffield had taken advantage of my comatose state and abused me, God only knew what fun they'd been having. Tears silently slid down my face as I thought about it. Why the fuck did I exist? Was I born just to suffer? That must have been it. No other reason made sense. Syd, my parents being killed- None of it made sense except for the purpose of my pain. I heard the bathroom door open, and suddenly, Brad's voice faded in an out of clarity, as did Jenny's, and I couldn't make out much of what they were saying, but what I did catch meant that Brad had cheated on Dina with Jenny. What a fucking hypocrite Jenny was. She used Brad, then got mad that I fucked Syd. Made no damn sense, but then again, Jenny Tuffield was pure evil.

    The next thing I knew was Syd's voice coming into focus, as she told Brad she'd heard everything. Brad mentioned something about a stupid truce, and as Dina walked in on the party, I forced myself to stand up, the room tilting and spinning around me, as pain shot from one end of me to the fucking other. Jenny had done a real number on me, but still, I'd had worse pain. It wasn't unmanageable.. As I staggered out like some shitty zombie, I heard shocked gasps, and one annoyed sigh, but ignored them, dizzily making my way towards the bathroom door, counting the steps as I walked to keep myself from falling. One step, two, three, four- I was almost to the door. Almost to freedom. I felt claustrophobic, lost, scared, and if I didn't get away from Jenny, I might lose my shit, and hurt someone. After I counted to four, I must have blacked out, because the next thing I knew, I was standing in front of my locker, my forehead pressed against the cold metal. How many people had seen me like that? Shit. Hopefully no one else.. Syd seeing me all powerless and weak was enough to break me. I could feel blood dripping down my chin, and from my nose, my body aching, but I couldn't really feel it. I was.. Numb. It hadn't really hit me until that moment, but Jenny Tuffield had- She took what little part of myself I had left, and torn it away. I'd always thought I was strong, and now, she's yanked my strength away from me, and left me as a small, terrified, broken thing.