This chapter is still part of the flashback that started with the previous chapter. I couldn't keep them as one chapter so i split them up. this will be the last of the flashbacks though, I promise

Only three hours had passed before Timmy began to have doubts about his plan. His stomach had betrayed him. His parents had left Friday afternoon and Timmy hadn't eaten since lunch on Friday. Now that it was Saturday night, it was well over 24 hours since he had last eaten anything. Timmy realized there was no way he could hold out much longer as the pain in his stomach intensified.

Reluctantly Timmy began dissembling his barricade which was not easy as his body was tired from a full day of Vicky labor and no food to run on. With the doorway clear, Timmy opened the door and poked his head out. Checking left and right convinced him that Vicky wasn't waiting for him in the upstairs hallway.

Timmy stood at the top of the stairs, his nerves were shot. His mind screamed at him not to go down stairs, but the nagging pain in his stomach was only getting worse. Taking each step as slowly as possible as not to make any noise, Timmy hoped that Vicky hadn't heard him exit his room. Reaching the end of the stairs made Timmy feel foolish, Vicky was sitting on the couch in his living room, she had probably heard him, the second he opened his bedroom door.

Vicky was staring blankly at the T.V in front of the couch. She looked up at Timmy for a brief moment and then returned her gaze to the Television that wasn't even turned on. Timmy's desire for food urged him on to his kitchen. He decided to ignore Vicky's abnormal behavior and counted himself luck that she had no demands of him.

Timmy opened his fridge and gathered everything he needed for making a sandwich. He heard her footfalls come from the living room to the kitchen. Thinking to himself this is it, she's gonna strike, he pulled his head out the fridge preferring that he see her attacks coming. Instead he saw that Vicky was leaning in the counter top with her left side. The same blank expression he had seen earlier was still on her face. Vicky was evidently lost in her thoughts.

At a complete loss as to what Vicky's intentions were or what he should be doing, Timmy returned to his meal preparation. "Twerp" he heard her say softly. Even though it was insult, Timmy didn't believe he heard any malice in her voice.

"Yeah Vicky?"

"I… just wanted to say about earlier today" There was apprehension in her voice and her demeanor suggested she was nervous about something.

"I just wanted to say tha…" Her voice was uncharacteristically weak and it seemed peter out completely at the end of her statement.

If he didn't know better Timmy could have sworn Vicky was trying to thank him. When he thought about it, it didn't seem all that strange that Vicky would find thanking someone so hard, especially himself whom she seemed to harbor so much resentment towards.

Timmy looked at her and saw that she was staring back at him, like she was awaiting a response. Speaking timidly Timmy said "umm that's okay Vicky" Seemingly satisfied with his response Vicky perked up and simply said "good" before she left the kitchen and returned to the couch. This time she switched the T.V on and began watching it happily.

His preparation complete Timmy sat down at his kitchen table and began his meal. Timmy pondered over if Vicky really needed to thank him? Timmy hadn't thought much about when he stopped the knife wielding goon. Surely most people would try and prevent that kind of harm befalling someone else right? Sure, they had never really gotten along but he couldn't let her die.

Timmy finished his meal and left the kitchen. Vicky was still watching the T.V. There was an awkward silence between the two of them as Timmy stood at the base of the stairs. For the briefest moment Timmy thought about joining Vicky on the couch and watching T.V with her. His own thoughts shocked him, in what instance would that ever be a good idea? Even now with her uncharacteristically neutral mood, it sounded like the equivalent of shooting himself in the foot. Thinking better of it, Timmy decided to just go to bed.