(Sorry it's been so long, guys! I tend to write in short, intense little blips so just letting you know that a really long chapter is going to be rather rare for me :D)
I've heard this argument before. Pacing in the dining room, I swear Bruce is going to wear a fucking hole through the floor with his pacing. Alfred is standing to the side, a silent statue while I endure my brothers rant.
"...thrown out of two of the best private schools in Gotham?! Damn it, Victoria, you're throwing your life away—" He tries to be daddy, tries to father me when he hasn't been there for me since I was a child. His blue eyes flashing and he glares at me, his mouth set in a scowl. Bruce scowls more lately, I've noticed bruises too, I think he's been starting fights.
"Don't you dare say I'm throwing my life away, you party every night as sleep with every woman you meet, who the hell are you to judge—" He'd never struck me before, not ever. My cheek felt hot and I went silent, the crack of the slap echoing and Alfred stared in complete shock.
Snarling, a true snarl of an animal I think then he realized he had struck me, looking at his hand then at the growing red mark on my cheek. Angry tears filled my eyes and I turned, running as fast as I could out of that room. Everything stood still, like a frozen moment in time.
"Victoria, wait, I—Victoria!"
I chose his favorite car, the dark blue Lamborghini and I gunned the engine, pulling out of the garage and I was trying to steer through tears as I drove. My phone was beeping, three new texts from Bruce.
I didn't 'want to deal with it so I turned my phone off, turning on the radio and The Sickness by Disturbed came blaring on and it made me feel a little better. It made me feel more whole. "Fuck you." I was doing ninety mph towards Gotham, my grip knuckle white as I rubbed at my eyes, laughing now. "Madness has now come over me…yeah right."
