@sersumdeorsum sent: “sometimes i think you must hate me .” ( Hopper. )
“𝐈 𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐨𝐧𝐞, 𝐲𝐨𝐮’𝐫𝐞 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐥.”
Words were as sharp as the switchblade that he idly twirled in his hand, gaze staring out the window of the police car, opposite elbow propped up on the edge of the window as they sat in silence after words were uttered from his uncle—until Vance had finally said something as he wiped the blood from his nose and his lip with the back of his hand from the fight he got sent home from school for.
He was a problem child. He’d heard that time and time again back in Colorado, and it hadn’t taken Vance long to accept that about himself. He was angry; he was violent—and after everything that transpired from his home life to the grabber, maybe he had gotten worse. Too much to handle for most until his uncle showed up and dealt with all the legalities to adopt him and ship him off to Indiana.
But Vance knew that his behaviour wasn’t what Jim was talking about. Somehow? This guy managed to take the kids behaviour in stride and even tried to understand him. He had done a lot more for Vance then the boys father had; which still confused the boy. He had probably seen his uncle a handful of times in his life because they lived in separate states—so this entire situation…Well, Vance just didn’t get it. He didn’t trust it. trust never came easy for him.
“𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐝𝐢𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐲 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐩𝐢𝐞𝐜𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐭.” He huffed as they sat at a red light, the younger just wanting to go back home, slam the door to his room and blare Sweet on the stereo he had in his room. “𝐆𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐚 𝐚𝐝𝐦𝐢𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡, 𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐦𝐚𝐧…𝐦𝐚𝐲𝐛𝐞 𝐈 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝𝐚 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐨𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞. 𝐒𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐠𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐭 𝐝𝐨𝐧𝐞.”
