Post by Vicki Reyes on Nov 3, 2015 20:10:39 GMT -5
don't care if he's guilty, don't care if he's not - he's good and he's bad and he's all that I've got
She was a vessel of rage.
A hurricane in a teenage girl's body - hardly strong or sturdy enough to hold the storm raging within her. She was so angry. And she always had been. Angry at herself, at her family, at those who crossed her family, at the world and even God himself. And with that anger came a hatred that threatened to consume her whole. She hated her father for taking her mother, she hated her mother for putting up with his abuse for so long. She hated her brother for dying, the others for leaving her. She hated her aunt for the way she treated her. And Chip, God she hated him for leaving her on her own in this hell hole. But more than anything? She hated herself. For not being better or stronger or smarter or braver.
It was Halloween. She was meant to be out with the girls. But Trinity wouldn't let her out of the house on such a sacrilegious holiday. Vicki was Irish for God's sake. That's where the holiday originated! But Trinity would hear no word of it. Vicki lost her temper, which had been happening more often than usual lately. She swore at her aunt. And boy did she feel the sting of her aunt's cane before being sent up to her room. Vicki was so angry she couldn't stop shaking - she thought she was going to vomit she was so furious.
And as she sat on her bed wearing one of Chip's old baseball jerseys, she snapped. Fuck her aunt. Fuck Las Vegas. It was a prison to her. And she didn't care what her aunt told her or what she would do to her when she got back. She had to get out of here before she went insane. But she didn't want to wander aimlessly. If she was going to get in trouble she was at least going to make it worth it. If they thought she was a brat, a girl with all attitude and no future - then that's what she was going to be. She would show them all. All the people in town that looked down on her for her heritage or her leather or her accent. Tonight was a night meant for mischief - and she planned on taking full advantage of that.
Slipping into black capris, boots and a navy blue hooded jacket, she pocketed one of the scarves Bee had given her to hide her face if need be, and took off out of her window and into the night.
It didn't take her too long to get to the Preserve. And on the walk she decided what she was going to do. There was one boy who hassled her relentlessly at school - one of Chip's old friends. He'd even put gum in her hair not long after Chip left. Some jock asshole that had some revenge well and truly coming. She knew where he lived, having overheard him telling it to some girl in class. She'd filed away the information for an opportunity just like this. Collecting bigger rocks as she went, she pocketed them for use on Robert's windows. It was around 9pm by the time she arrived at his house - the last of the trick or treaters on their way home with their bags full of candy. But there was one last trick to be played tonight.
Sneaking along the fence line along the side of Robert's house, she held her breath as she made it into his backyard. She could see the light of his living room on and she could hear the TV even through the closed windows. Perfect. And as she fished the scarf out of her pocket and covered as much of her face as she could - she felt that rage rise within her again. She remembered all the cruel things he'd said to her, things people at school had been telling her since her first day - and it gave her a strength she didn't know she even had. She hurled the rocks at the windows - the bigger ones managing to smash his windows. She could hear him cry out from inside and she fully expected him to run to his parents. But...he didn't. Instead he ran out into the backyard, furious and ready for a fight. Kieren had always told her that bullies were cowards - that all she had to do was confront them and they'd leave her alone...
But clearly this wasn't the case. He spotted her, but she didn't think he recognized her.
What the fuck do you think you're doing you little punk?!
Afraid he would recognize her voice, she didn't dare speak - and instead cut her losses and ran. She took off like a bullet from a gun, jumping over his fence and running down the street. Of course he gave chase - but she was much quicker and nimbler than him - and the adrenaline was burning through her muscles. Vicki decided it was a better idea to play this smart. So she quickly turned a blind corner and climbed over a fence - intending to hide in their backyard. She pressed her back against the fence, panting heavily.
I can hear you breathing, you piece of shit. I'll find you and when I do - you're dead. You're fucking dead!
Vicki felt the panic grip her - and she made a split second decision. There was a pool in the backyard. So she quickly ran to the edge of the pool, took a deep breath, and slipped silently beneath the water. She was underwater for a minute or so before she felt a pair of strong hands yank her forcefully out of the water. Coughing and spluttering, she struggled furiously against the assailant - assuming it was Robert.
"Get ya fuckin' hands off me!" she screamed, thrashing desperately to free herself.
She came here to play a trick on the Preserve - but it seemed like the trick was now being played on her...
NOTES: OPENNN | WORDS: enough | OUTFIT: black pants and navy hoodie
Last Edit: Nov 3, 2015 20:13:13 GMT -5 by Vicki Reyes