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v a n e s s a m o o r e. I don't s e e myself Why I can't stay a l o n e just by myself? Wish I was c o m f o r t a b l e just with myself But I n e e d you durham rsh junior; cheer team ; songwriter .

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thegracecardinal:

“What in the hell is wrong with you? You denying what happened doesn’t change things. But it does make me look like I’m a liar and crazy, so thanks for that.”

“Why are you putting words in my mouth? I was on vacation for a little bit. Don’t know how it got mixed into missing..You can’t keep talking about it like they’re aren’t eyes everywhere. Sometimes it’s easier to pretend.”

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jcobmrtn:

“I’ll stop staring and start asking who I have to run over with my truck.”

“Rocky and I were playing around and he accidentally hit me with one his toy cars. It doesn’t even hurt.”

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lolacoladas:

“Oh. Sorry, I totally didn’t mean to stare..”

“Yeah, everyone’s just full of sorries today around here, but what are they good for? Absolutely nothing.”

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thegracecardinal:

“You’re not the only one who went through hell, V. So you can quit it with the bullshit act.”

“Did I say you were the only one? No, I said I didn’t have anything to say to you. And I don’t know what happened to you, but I wasn’t missing or in Hell.”

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thegracecardinal:

“I wasn’t staring at that, I was staring at this girl I could have sworn was my friend, but doesn’t answer my texts.”

“I didn’t have anything to say.”

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thefrankiehollingsworth:

“I was just wondering how you were doing. I heard you went missing.”

“I wasn’t missing. I went upstate for a little bit and my brothers freaked out.”

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“If you wanna stop staring, that’d be great. Stop acting like you’ve never seen a black eye before.”

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Ellen Hopkins, Perfect

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vincebcll:

Vince simply nodded at Vanessa’s words, not sure if this was a side effect of everything that had gone down today, or a new hobby she’d taken up. Either way, he figured it was none of his business to inquire any more about her drinking habits. He took a couple gulps of his own, falling back against the sofa cushions of the apartment. “Shit, you know why” he replied, mirroring her smirk. He handed the bottle back, taking one of her sandy locks and twirling the ends  between his two fingers. “You know why I couldn’t leave your little ass in jail?”

"I’d rather you do something about the look rather then just imagine what you could be doing,” Vanessa countered, knowing his smirk was hinting towards something. Her head was still racing, but the more sips she took the more her body seemed to ease and relax into the couch. Vanessa removed her jacket, leaving her in just a tank top before looking back to Vince, his fingertips tasseling her hair. “Because you’d miss me too much?” she asked confidently, but honestly clueless to why Vince was so willing to save her ass earlier.

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text ✉️ v

vince: okay. cool.

vince: you good?

vanessa: no i'm not.

vanessa: but like you said, shit happens and we move on.

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text ✉️ v

vince: whoo is they? you didn't see no faces? no familiar surroundings?

vanessa: they had me blindfolded and dropped me at the downtown park. all i remember is the name marcus.

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text: v

grace: should we talk?

grace: or not talk?

vanessa: -read at 8:56-

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text ✉️ v

vince: this isn't a game vanessa. if something happened you need to let somebody know. i don't got time to be playin

vanessa: you already know what happened so i don't have to talk about it. i don't want to talk about. i don't wanna talk about what they did, okay?

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text ✉️ v

vince: you're lying

vince: and there's no way i'm gonna let some dumbasses think they can come over on this side and fuck with OUR girls and there won't be no consequences. somebody gotta die.

vanessa: i don't know what you heard happened, but whatever it is didn't happen. i just was laying low for a little. wasn't kidnapped or whatever grace told people.

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text ✉️ v

vince: what the fuck happened to you?

vince: let me know so i can kill them motherfuckers.

vanessa: nothing happened.

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Who do you have to become?

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All The Things Lost

––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––Continuation of this story.

december 26th –– 

Vanessa was guided into another room by her arms, her leggings dragging on the hard concrete floor. There was mindless chatter happening around her, but the ringing from her head took too much of her attention.  She was thrown into the room, her body crashing into the empty floor. It was a small room with nothing but a dirty mattress, a metal pipe connected from the floor to the ground, and a empty cup. She had no conception of whether it was night, morning, or dawn, but she could feel the minutes passing. Her body wouldn’t allow her to move, the drunk haze from before finally getting her to attempt and close her eyes. She felt safe for that moment, but the moment only lasted a few seconds as the door finally slammed opened. Vanessa couldn’t bring herself to look at the figures that came in and instead huddled into the corner of the room, knees to her chest. They said nothing, just the footsteps surrounding her, heavy breaths of men filled the room. One approached her, forcing Vanessa’s arms up and handcuffing them to the pipe.

“Where’s Grace?” she asked, finally getting the energy to look up to them. The men laughed amongst each other, “We’re keeping her entertained.” The man from earlier stepped in front of them, a scowl crossing his features. “You’re very special, Vanessa. The prided treasure and daughter of Anthony Moore. What a pretty little thing you are,” he began, rubbing his hand across Vanessa’s cheek. She forced her face back not bothering to say anything. Say nothing and they’ll gain nothing. Keep your fucking mouth shut. “We just wanna pay your dad a visit. He owes me something, and I’m sure he’ll pay the full monty to get you and your blue haired friend back. It’d be quicker if you told me where he was. You could even come along.” Vanessa spit up at the man’s face, eyebrows furrowed. “Fuck off,” she shouted. The man wiped the spit off as if it didn’t phase him, but the surrounding ones jumped into action. They held her head steady as one pressed a blade against her throat and another two kicked her in to stomach. 

“A few days in the hole should open you up.” And with that the men disappeared.

“A few days? Wait! You can’t leave me down here like this!” 

december 27th ––

She was becoming more and more desperate. She felt like a caged up animal being cooped up in the room like this. No food, no water, no sunlight. Nothing but darkness and silence to try and comfort Vanessa now. A few minutes later, or hours, Vanessa didn't know seemed to pass before she heard voices again. “Hello!” she yelled. “Let me out of here!” She banged her hands against the wall, or as much as she could do with the handcuffs, trying to get anyone’s attention, but to no avail. There was no answer and the noises outside seemed to cease. The silence and isolation only seemed to grow.

“They’ll come back. Daddy will pay them and you’ll be fine. Everything’s gonna be fine,” she whispered to herself, but even she knew it was false hope. 

december 28th ––

“On your feet!” the voice called out. Vanessa had completely curled herself into the wall, scared of everything surrounding her. “I said on your feet!” it shouted, grabbing onto her wrist and forcing her to stand up straight.  A twist smile crossed his face as he let out a loud whistle. Two other men walked in, their hands running down her sides, and one playing with the strands from her dress. They finally removed the handcuffs, but Vanessa knew better than to attempt anything right now. “Marcus sent us to make sure you hadn’t bashed your head in, but I think there’s a deal to be negotiated. We let your friend go and you show us a good night. We won’t ask you to do any you haven’t already done,” the voice explained. Vanessa let out a whimper as they didn’t wait for an answer, but slammed her body to the mattress. Hands swarming up and down her body. She forced her eyes closed, trying to imagine anywhere else but here. The forced pressure she felt on her lower half made her scream, but only caused the men around her to laugh. She struggled against the three man pressed into her.  Even so, she fought back tears, fought so hard her throat ached and her eyes burned. She wouldn’t cry. She couldn’t cry. One pressed their hands onto her neck, Vanessa no longer able to scream, soon passing out for the lack of oxygen.

She didn’t know how long it went on, how many rounds they went, how many men were involved. Vanessa awoke to the men adjusting themselves, her body bruised and blood on the mattress. Once they were off her, one of them left his shirt on the ground for her after tearing her dress off her. They left the room without a word. “Wait, Grace. You said you’d let Grace go!” Vanessa shouted. The first man returned, a sly smile crossing his face. “Seems you’re  not the favorite after all. They paid your friend’s way out this morning. Been gone awhile.” The door shut, leaving her in the darkness once more. “She.. Sh-she was already gone?” she whispered breathless.  She crawled her way off the mattress and into the opposite side in the room, finding comfort in the small corner. With a harsh gulp, Vanessa couldn’t hold it back anymore. She let out a cry louder than she had ever done in her life. A sound unknown to even her.

december 29th ––  

“Please, please. I’ll be good. Just let me go,” she begged, half deflated and willing to give up. Vanessa raged inward silently, upset that she had let herself get this deep, upset that she had let herself feel this week and defenseless. She was screaming into a void that no one would answer to. 

december 30th ––

 day four. Vanessa could only guessed based off the guards’ voice changing ever so often, or maybe she was hearing things.

Vanessa laid motionless on the floor. She was convinced that her father would rather let her die in this hole than give into another gang’s threats. It felt like the room was playing games on her mind. The growling of her stomach was deafening. She no longer paced, instead curling into a corner or attempting to lay on the mattress. Everything in her felt weak. She had no fight in her anymore. She had nothing in her but pain and hunger.

december 31st, midnight ––

The door had cracked open, but Vanessa didn’t bother looking up. “Are you ready to cooperate?” Marcus asked, bringing her head up to look up at him. There was no response. Marcus sighed, nodding for the men to grab her. They put the handcuffs back on her and forcing the blindfold back on Vanessa as she was guided for what felt like miles until she was in the moving vehicle. "What a pretty thing you are,” Marcus repeated much like the first time she met him. His hand tracing her exposed thighs. She gulped down harshly, preparing herself for the worst, but the car skidded to a stop. The back doors of the van opened and Vanessa was thrusted out of her seat and onto the park’s grass,  her eyes burning trying to adjust to the moonlight. “Tell your father the next time he makes a drop to have all my money, or you won’t return breathing next time,” Marcus warned, slamming the van door shut and throwing Vanessa’s things out with her. The car skidded off, leaving Vanessa in nothing but a t-shirt and socks on the ground. And although she was free, she still laid on the ground scared that any movement might be her last.