Hello dearest cherished readers, it is I, EscapeReality, with the final installment of HSNG! If you're new, there's two previous books, now, you don't have to read the first one, but the second one is a must since it focuses on the second generation of characters. I did some editing to the last book, but it isn't perfect. WARNING HST (the very first book) sucks ass! I WAS SO YOUNG NAIVE AND STUPID when I wrote it, but it's decent I give it 7/10.
I'm trying to keep updates as frequent as possible, don't be surprise if there isn't any updates in January because I have finals *creis evrytiem*
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This chapter was also edited by the not-so-famous Wheatley's Shadow. (You know, the guy that has gotten mentioned in all the later chapters Escape has written. I hope you enjoy the new story, it's most likely gonna go far, as most of my girl's works usually do. Also, all of you remember. Suu is best girl, end of story. Suu. Best. Girl. #slimelife
Happy holidays
"Oh Marron, is that really your question?" he asked, reaching out a hand to lightly touch the blonde girl's shoulder. "You see my sweet, that's the problem. I don't want anything from you, per se. I want you. All of you."
With this final announcement, the shadowy man drew his hand away from the restrained girl. The air was silent for a split second, save for Marron's terrified whimpers, until the silence was broken by the very familiar rip of a strip of duct tape. Before Marron could even react in her very limited ways, her mouth was taped over, sealing her fate and removing whatever chance she would have had for getting out of this godforsaken place.
"Now that you are a little quieter, let's begin." he said semi-sweetly, his hand moving back to the blonde's slender shoulder, slowly traveling downwards to brush against her mild cleavage. "I'm sorry for being rough before. It's just that…you crying out for help would be such a turnoff for me. Besides, it's not like you would be heard anyways. Everyone is upstairs partying. Behind several doors. With loud music. There's no way they would hear you through all of that. I'd rather have you save your energy."
Marron eyes jolted open as she let out a loud ear piercing scream. Her body was shaking violently and her heart was beating harder than a drum. Frantically, the blonde searched the room, trying to figure out where she was.
'Oh no! It happened again!' She thought to herself, bringing her knees to her chest and burying her face in between them. "Why won't they go away!?" she cried out into the darkness. Her parents would be in the room any moment now, and she would have to make up another lie as to why she woke up screaming.
In a matter of moments she could hear her bedroom door slowly open, and once the lights were on and her father was in the room, she was already under the covers pretending to sleep.
"Marron, sweetie? Are you okay?" her father questioned, concern and tiredness in his tone. He yawned before calling her again. "Marron, please, if something is wrong tell me or your mother, you've been more distant and quieter than usual. And you've been screaming in the middle of the night almost every day now. Come on, please tell me what happened? Did Trunks do something?"
"No, Daddy, I'll be fine, I read in an article that stress causes sleep problems like sleep walking or yelling. I'm just nervous about school, that's all. I'm really tired Daddy, can I please get some rest?"
Krillin rolled his eyes and shrugged. "I was once a teenager, so I'm not going to press the issues, but remember Daddy is always here to help. Love you princess."
A single tear trickled down her cheeks, and she bit her bottom lip to suppress her whimpers. "Love you too daddy."
With that Krillin slowly closed the door.
It was a sunny warm summer morning and Gohan was the first in his family to wake up. During the summer he and his siblings would work in their mother's restaurant, they would save up all vacation and then use the money for school supplies and new clothes. The restaurant wouldn't open for three more hours, so for once, he could relax without any interruptions.
Still dressed in his PJs, which only consisted of joggers and a baggy T-shirt, Gohan plopped down on the living room recliner and turned on the TV. He would use this time to catch up on all his favorite Hulu and Netflix shows and enjoy his nutella and milk and no one would interrupt him.
As soon as the eldest Son got settled in, there was a knock from the back door. 'Goddammit, can't a man watch Monster Musume and eat Nutella without being interrupted?' he thought as he dragged himself through the kitchen to the back door. With an ugly scowl plastered on his face, he opened the door. "What the hell- Oh, Videl, it's you."
Videl smiled and waved shyly. "I'm still welcomed over, right?"
"You're hair.. Y-you-"
"I cut it, yea I did," the brunette responded with a slight blush on her face. Her hair was in a cute pixie cut, bringing out her facial features more. "Do you not like it?"
"No! No! I never said that, you look perfect," Gohan complimented. While he did prefer girls with long hair, this look on her was quite stunning on her. "You want to come in, everyone's sleep so we'll have the kitchen and the TV to ourselves."
"Sounds good, I'm tired of being stuck at home with my step-mother," Videl groaned before stepping into the house. It felt like years since she's been in the Son house and everything was pretty much the same.
"When's your dad coming back from his wrestling tour?" Gohan questioned as he led her to the living room.
Videl shrugged. "He keeps adding more cities to his tour, I mean we have enough money as it is, why does he want more fame and money?"
Gohan turned to look at her, he noticed the hurt and sadness in her eyes, so he decided to change the topic. "So, what inspired you to get a haircut?"
"Eh, spur of the moment decision, kinda. I mean I've been feeling really shitty and useless as of let, and I had nothing better to do. Plus I'm trying to recreate my image, everyone remembers me as a drug addict."
"That's not true Videl," Gohan protested. Truthfully, more than half the school knew, and constantly would gossip about her.
Videl flashed him a 'I'm not buying it look' and rolled her eyes. "You don't always have to protect me Gohan, I can handle the truth. There's so much I have to fix this year."
Gohan sighed and sat down on the couch motioning Videl to sit next to him, he grabbed her hand and softly squeezed it. "You know I'm always here to help you out."
"Like you can fix my G.P.A," the brunette scoffed.
"I am the smartest guy you know Vi," he boasted. "We can easily fix your G.P.A, you can go to night school and summer school if you have to, and I'll make sure to you stay on top of things."
"What about my friends?" Videl questioned.
"That's easy, all you need to do is communicate with them and apologize," Gohan advised.
"Like Bra would forgive me for all the things I said about her," Videl responded.
"Trust me she will, everyone will forgive you eventually," Gohan told her.
There was a long pause before Videl spoke up again. "What about my bad habit?"
"Habits? What do you mean- Oh that," Gohan said. "We'll I can't fix that, but going to counseling will."
Videl shook her head and immediately jumped up to her feet. "I-I can't let my dad find out about this. Besides, if he really cared about me he would be there more often instead of traveling the world without m-me." She couldn't contain her pain and sadness anymore, and a waterfall of tears came rushing down her face. The short haired brunette fell to her knees and soon felt a pair of arms embrace her.
"I-I can't do this anymore. I have no one but you, an-and some-sometimes you're not enough. I miss m-my Mom an-and my dad, I m-miss being a family. I miss Erasa. I miss be-being h-h-happy. I miss being normal. T-There's not a day t-that goes by when I-I don't t-think about s-suicide. I-I hate myself G-Gohan, I can't look myself in the m-mirror anymore with-without wishing I-I was dead."
He was speechless at what he heard. The strong, arrogant, hard-headed Videl was gone and left a vulnerable and depressed one. Suicide. He couldn't believe she uttered such a hideous word. Gohan squeezed her tighter, if he could speak, he would let her know that suicide wasn't the answer, and that there was help for her out there, and that he couldn't image a life without her in it. Instead he cried softly into her hair.
A confused Videl pulled back and looked at her with her red puffy eyes. "Gohan, w-why are you crying."
The teenage boy wiped his tears away, only to have a few more fall down his face. "Because," he sniffed. "I know we're not together, yet at least, but I love you. And I feel like shit because I can't help you, sadly our life isn't a corny Jay Asher or John Green story."
He received a light laugh from her, a genuine one at that. "I love you too."
"I want you to love yourself too Videl, you gotta get help, otherwise your life will continue to go downhill from here."
"I have you though Gohan," the girl protested. "I know once things get better between us, I'll be truly happy again."
"Videl, you can't romanticize these feelings, sure it may work at first, but in the end you'll still feel alone and sad," Gohan responded.
"H-how do you know?"
"Don't worry, just listen to me, have I ever led you in the wrong direction?" Gohan inquired her.
Videl shook her head.
"Then trust me on this, and don't worry I'll be there with you every single step of the way," Gohan told her gently. He cupped her chin in his hand and caressed her cheek with his thumb. Oh how he wanted to kiss her, but he couldn't kiss this Videl, this wasn't his Videl. He gazed into her light blue eyes. "I promise Videl, everything will be okay."
Bra's eyes shot open from the loud pounding on the door. A loud groan escaped her mouth before she pulled the covers over her head. "Go away!" the bluette shouted, her voice muffled by the protective cocoon of blankets that she had drawn over herself.
"Bra, it's noon, get your ass out of bed and spend some time with me and your father," Bulma commanded.
"Leave me alone!" Bra yelled.
Bulma sighed, she didn't know why she even tried anymore. "Why are you and your brother being so distant from everyone? I'll tell you one thing, this stops today otherwise I'm cutting the internet off. And don't think you can just use your phone either, because that is going to stop as well."
Bra tossed the covers off of herself and groaned loudly. "Fine! But if I have to get out of bed, you have to get Trunks out of bed too!" Once she heard her mother's footsteps walking away from her door, she sat up and blankly stared at her wall.
This is what her whole summer consisted of, sleeping in until late afternoon and entertaining herself with her phone, all while trying to ignore her mother's constant beckons, as she tried to get her daughter out of her room and downstairs with the family.
"How can I love someone as narcissistic, needy, annoying, arrogant, selfish, and demanding as Bra. If things don't go her way, she throws a tantrum, she uses her money to hide her insecurities and- I NEVER DID LOVE HER!" hearing his voice echoing throughout her head brought a scowl on her face. The Son boys were assholes, and it sickened her that no one else saw their true colors. They were ignorant fools for not realizing that she was the best they could ever get. She was beautiful, smart, and rich. "But noooooo, Gohan wants to date a stupid crack head and Goten want's to date my slutty cousin." The girl rolled out of bed and stomped into her walk in closet. She flicked on the lights and observed herself in her full length mirror.
She was slim with curves in all the right places, a nice rack, no pimples, no stretch marks, she was literally perfect on the outside, albeit rather unkempt due to the mostly sedentary lifestyle she had been living throughout the summer. All that crap about her being narcissistic, needy, and demanding was nowhere near the truth. She was the most caring and altruistic person she knew. Every Christmas and birthday she gave her friends the best gifts. If anyone had a nasty personality it was him! He was dishonest, stupid, and rude. How is it that he was head over heels over Nikki after only dating her for a few months and knowing her for only a short period more, but he could insult Bra, the girl that he had basically known for the entirety of his life, like she was nothing more than a common whore on the streets.
"Well, if the Sons want to play with my emotions, I can play too," Bra said to herself as she posed cutely in the mirror. They didn't have to love her, but she sure as hell was going to make sure that they at least gave her the respect that she deserved.
Trunks had woken up in a similar manner like his sister. It took him a while to get out of bed, but within the hour he was showered, dressed, and making his way down the stairs to the kitchen where his family would be.
He hated spending time with them, he hated spending time with everyone ever since Marron randomly broke up with him and refused to tell him why. His suspicion was that she had met someone at the dance, and that's why she left so abruptly. He didn't want to believe it, but her actions justified his assumption.
If this is what it felt to be truly heartbroken, he never wanted to make someone feel this way. He was depressed, irritable, and tired all the time, and he wished he could simply break out of it and go back to his carefree ways. He thought about Marron all the time, which only made his heart ache for her more. Trunks attempted to go to her house, but, for some reason, Krillin didn't like him. While Trunks knew that it would probably be unlike Marron to do such a thing, he did presume that the blonde must have told her parents some sort of story about how he mistreated or abused her. After all, something like that wouldn't be questioned, allowing Marron to easily push him out of her life and slip into the arms of whoever she had found that night.
He should have been mad at her, but he just couldn't bring himself to be. Trunks wouldn't give up until this was resolved, either through him figuring out what had happened or her coming back to him and explaining herself. She couldn't hide from him forever, school was right around the corner and they were bound to have at least one class together. He would get to the bottom of this, and find out just what the girl was hiding from him.
"Morning Trunksie," Bra greeted happily, waving cutely at her brother.
Trunks furrowed his eyebrows and stopped dead in his tracks, he looked around the kitchen then back at his sister. "You okay?"
Bra giggled. "Silly brother, I'm fine. It feels wonderful to be out my room. I missed spending time with my family. You should stop worrying about Marron and stop hiding in your room and come out more often."
"You shouldn't be talking," the heir scoffed obnoxiously at her hypocrisy. "Where are Mom and Dad?"
"About time my babies showed their faces," came their mother's warm voice.
Trunks turned around to see his mother walking towards him with her arms open. Trunks blushed as Bulma squeezed him and kissed him a bunch of times on the forehead.
"Mooom, stop it this is gross," Trunks gagged, attempting to push her back.
Bra snickered from the kitchen table her eyes wandered from her brother and mother to her father who just entered the kitchen. "Have you told them yet?" Vegeta asked bluntly.
"Told us what?" the twins asked in unison.
"We're going to the amusement park the whole day as a family! I'm tired of my babies being so damn gloomy," Bulma informed.
Bra squealed with excitement, while Trunks groaned and rolled his eyes.
"I'm not six, mother. I don't want to ride on bumper cars and the ferris wheel," he complained.
"The hell you talking about, bumper cars are fun. Stop trying to be Mr. Serious and enjoy some quality time with your favorite sister," Bra responded.
"You're my only sister," Trunks retorted.
"Yea… about that," Bulma laughed nervously.
