A/N I snorted sugar...
Not This Way
I held my swollen cheek, tears running down my face. At least the tears are cleaning some dirt off. She uses the curved end of the candy cane to push me up by the chin. This is not my Vanellope no. This is someone else entirely; someone that apparently hates me. Why? I do not know...or maybe it is my Vanellope. And all those years were just a really complicated ruse to get me to like her. That would be low, even for Turbo. I stayed by her side even when the others didn't.
Big mistake. I can see that as she walks circles around me, wondering where to strike next. The pain excruciating. I can barely stand. If I sit down or collapse, she would hit me harder, extend today's session. Either way it would be worse than it is now.
"An hour a day, keeps other girls away."
Her voice so sweet and calming; a voice that hides mad-girl. This is wrong, I can't fall for someone holding me prisoner...can I? So wrong...yet so right. I mean she acts different, that doesn't mean she's a different person. She's still my Vanellope, just...meaner.
A candy cane to the back of the knee makes me drop down, onto one knee. Vanellope grabs the back of my collar and pushes me onto the ground. "I will see you tomorrow Rancis." And with that she was gone.
I hated this, but being left alone was worse. Some nights I would disobey her orders on purpose, just so she would stay longer.
Now your probably wondering how the hell I got here. To be honest, I can barely remember. One minute I'm being invited over for some lunch, the next I'm being thrown into the fungeon.
The first couple of days, were probably the worst. It was at least three hour sessions. I don't know what her objective is, but it has to do with something about listening. The more I listened, the shorter the sessions became. So, I began listening. She liked that. The moment I stopped listening, she would extend the sessions. Unfortunately, the lowest she was willing to go was one hour.
Here's the messed up part. I look forward to our sessions. It's not that I like being hit, not at all. The only person I've been allowed to see the past couple weeks is Vanellope. She's the one person I see everyday. The only interaction I've been allowed at all.
No one would want to see me like this: injured, scared, dirty...broken. Now I know. She keeps me alone for a reason. She beats me for a reason. I'm surprised she waited so long after taking over again. After fifteen years of bullying, she snapped. Does that mean I'm not the only one to have gone through this? Taffyta, Candlehead, every racer was there. No one stood forward and stopped us.
This is our...my fault. I belong here. After all the crap I pulled. I belong here, with Vanellope. With Vanellope. A small smile spreads across my face. With Vanellope.
A/N How much drugs did I do? All of them
