All For You - ~Vance Hopper~

Part Seventeen <3

*****⚠️⚠️TW⚠️⚠️*****
SH
DRUG USE
SMOKING/DRINKING
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You and Vance were about half way back to his house, the walk had been awkwardly silent since the tension at the diner.

You speak up, "Vance, why did you tell him that?"

"Say what?"

"Say that we were dating.."

"Oh uhm.." he pauses
"I don't know, I panicked for some reason. I just didn't.." he stops again.

You look at him confused.
He keeps his eyes on his feet as he walks.
Silence surrounds you once again.

"Look y/n..." He breaks the tension again.
"Maybe you should just go home right now"

"What? Wh-"

"I said, just fucking go home!"

You stop walking abruptly.

Vance's house was only a block away from where you stood, he kept waking with his head down, he then picked up his pace.
You try to go after him but when you finally catch up he's already entered his front door, slamming it behind him.

You stand at the edge of his yard not knowing what to do.
"... fuck.." you mumble under your breath at yourself.
You walk back home feeling defeated.
Thoughts swarm your head as you walk back home, tears start forming in your eyes as you gaze softens.

"What did I do..."
"....Did I say something wrong.."

You get to your front door and walk inside quickly to try and get back to your room without any interaction with anyone at home.
You stop in the kitchen not seeing your grandparents anywhere.
You check the first floor of you house as they are no where to be seen. On the fridge you see a note.
It reads..

"Went out to the store and to get someone to fix the phone, be back in about an hour or two
                      Xoxo, Grandma"

You leave the not on the kitchen table.

As you reach the top of the stairs the familiar and oddly comfortable scent of cigarettes surrounded you.
You pause in the hallway connecting the bedrooms and bathroom.

The bathroom door is open...it's never open.
You slowly walk by the open door and a wave of disgust flows over you.
The pit of your stomach tightening as you see the woman on the bathroom floor.

You stand tense in the
doorway carefully pushing the door fully open.
Your mother sat infront of the toilet and bathtub, head down.

Your eyes wonder the narcotic filled bathroom.
A lit cigarette on the floor beside her leg.
Lines of snow white powder on the counter top, bags of various pills scattered throughout the small tiled room.
Shards of glass from a once beautiful mirror that once hung above the sink filling the floor surrounding her.
A dirty spoon in your mother's left hand and a lighter in the right.
She doesn't notice your presence.
You stand In silence as
the tears in your eyes once again start to form.

You had never seen her like this...never this bad at least.
Seeing her after being affected by the substances she intaken wasn't the same as this.
You start to shake uncontrollably, your hands rising slowly to your face.
Falling to your knees you start to harshly whisper; voice shakey.

"...mum.. mum please.."
"Please..." You words start getting louder.
"MOM" "MAMA PLEASE" "PLEASE WAKE UP" You start shaking her.
You lift her head, holding her face as she once did to yours.
Thumbs grazing her cheeks as tears stream down your face.

Backing up as you involuntarily shake.
You walk backward  to the wall opposite of the bathroom as you sink to the ground your hands go to your head in panic
Not being able to draw your eyes from your unconscious mother.