If These Walls Could Talk
Chapter 10/?
A 7th Heaven Fan Fic by Lucky Star and Jordan
AUTHOR'S NOTE: Sorry it's been so long since this story was updated. I hope you guys are still interested enough to read and review. Thanks for sticking with us, you guys are the best!
*~Victoria~*
I close the door and stand there for a moment, trying to keep my breathing quiet. It echoes in the marble foyer anyway.
"Victoria."
My father's voice ricochets off the walls, followed by my sharp gasp. My tears stop instantly in the dead silence that follows, and I can make out his silhouette nearby as my eyes adjust to the darkness.
"Dad..."
"Where have you been?"
How long has he been waiting? How long has he known I was gone. I open my mouth to speak but my throat closes, my voice catching in my chest.
"I asked you a question."
"I..."
"God damn it." He strides forward until he's standing over me as I press my back against the door. "Do you know why bad things happen to you, Victoria? Because you're a stupid little bitch just like your mother. I work hard to take care of you and this is how to repay me, by running around like an idiot alone at night?"
"But Dad, I was with--"
"Oh shut up. Just shut up and get out of my sight. I can't stand to look at you anymore."
I lower my head as I brush past him and up the stairs. In my room I lock the door. I'm filled with a strange sense of calm now as I kneel on the floor and reach beneath my mattress. My fingers close around the slim, cold X-Acto knife, the one that used to be my mom's when she was an artist. A sigh of relief escapes me and I pull it out. The blade is wicked sharp, so sharp that you can't feel it if you happen to slice the tip of your finger while working on a project. But if you punch the tip in and drag it down your skin, creating a little valley that wells up with a river of blood, that's when the pain comes. You watch the blood fill the valley and spill over, dripping down your arm in rivulets, slow at first, then faster when they reach the bottom, heavy and dark and red, so beautifully red....
I take off my sweater, but when I look down I see it, the row of Band-Aids marching down my arm. A chill breaks over my body and I can't stop staring, can't stop until my eyes are dry from not blinking, and then I do several times to fight the burning behind them. I let the knife drop onto the bed, my hand nerveless, fingers shaking. I promised him. I promised.
"Oh God." I sink to my knees and cover my head with my arms. I stay that way all night even when my body cramps, even though I will be stiff in the morning. I never move.
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*~Simon~*
I don't think I slept at all that night. I couldn't stop thinking about Victoria and what kind of pain could have driven her to cut herself like that. Some of the scars I saw on her arm looked pretty old, she had to have been cutting long before Gene Blackwood raped her.
Everytime I closed my eyes I saw those scars. Mostly the recent one, all black and crusty around the edges.
I've never understood why people cut. Self injury seems a silly way to ease your pain, because it seems to me it only creates more pain. Maybe that was the point; create physical pain to ease the mental anguish.
I eventually gave up the idea of sleep and got out of bed. I pulled a box off my closet shelf and sat on my bed with it. The pocket knife The Colonel gave me a few years ago should be in the box. I found it and opened it up.
I ran my finger over the edge, feeling the sharpness of it. I wondered what Victoria had used to cut herself. Scissors, a kitchen knife, a razor, maybe a pocket knife like this one.
I rolled up my sleeve and held the point of the knife where Victoria's cut had started, just below the shoulder. My skin gave just a little but the knife wanted to push into my flesh with the slightest pressure.
I stopped myself before I drew blood, because I had to be strong for her. And cutting myself wouldn't help her at all.
I sat for a long time just staring at the knife, wondering what Victoria was doing right then. She should be asleep, but I would have bet she was awake all night just as I had been.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
My alarm scared me when it went off, filling my room with a horrible screeching beep. I jumped up and shut it off.
I didn't feel like going to school and facing the day. After last night, it seemed like going to school was a waste of time. What would I learn in algebra or geography that would help me help Victoria?
Once I got to school, my focus was to find Victoria. She wasn't at her locker, so I went to check her homeroom class. Not there either. I started back to her locker to wait for her.
Instead I ran into Kellian Foster.
"Hey, Simon," Kellian smiled and flipped her head to accentuate her hair.
I forced myself to smile at her. "Hey, Kellian. Have you seen Victoria?"
"Victoria Hennessy?" She said Victoria's name as if it created a foul taste in her mouth. "What do you want with a mousey little thing like her when you can have me?" She ran a finger along my jaw line.
I stepped back and took hold of her wrist to pull her hand away from my face. "Have you seen her or not?"
"Not. Not since yesterday. She's been acting strange lately. I don't think she likes you, Simon."
"Shut up, Kellian. You don't know what you're talking about."
Her dark eyes flashed, making me think of a storm cloud. "Don't waste your time on a girl like that, Simon. She'll never do anything for you, not like I could."
I wanted to hit her. I uncurled my fingers, flexed them, and walked away, in search of Victoria once again.
"Meet me behind the bleachers after school today, Simon. I'll make it worth your while," Kellian yelled. "They won't call you 'Virgin Camden' anymore when I'm done with you!"
I rolled my eyes and kept on walking, my head high despite the few snickers from people passing me in the hall.
I said a silent prayer that Victoria would be at her locker when I turned the corner...
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End chapter 10. Don't forget to review, and I'll promise not to take 2 months between chapters again! Let us know what you think about this chapter, your thoughts are very important to Jordan and me. Thanks for reading! Lucky Star (JjsLuckyStar@aol.com)
Chapter 10/?
A 7th Heaven Fan Fic by Lucky Star and Jordan
AUTHOR'S NOTE: Sorry it's been so long since this story was updated. I hope you guys are still interested enough to read and review. Thanks for sticking with us, you guys are the best!
*~Victoria~*
I close the door and stand there for a moment, trying to keep my breathing quiet. It echoes in the marble foyer anyway.
"Victoria."
My father's voice ricochets off the walls, followed by my sharp gasp. My tears stop instantly in the dead silence that follows, and I can make out his silhouette nearby as my eyes adjust to the darkness.
"Dad..."
"Where have you been?"
How long has he been waiting? How long has he known I was gone. I open my mouth to speak but my throat closes, my voice catching in my chest.
"I asked you a question."
"I..."
"God damn it." He strides forward until he's standing over me as I press my back against the door. "Do you know why bad things happen to you, Victoria? Because you're a stupid little bitch just like your mother. I work hard to take care of you and this is how to repay me, by running around like an idiot alone at night?"
"But Dad, I was with--"
"Oh shut up. Just shut up and get out of my sight. I can't stand to look at you anymore."
I lower my head as I brush past him and up the stairs. In my room I lock the door. I'm filled with a strange sense of calm now as I kneel on the floor and reach beneath my mattress. My fingers close around the slim, cold X-Acto knife, the one that used to be my mom's when she was an artist. A sigh of relief escapes me and I pull it out. The blade is wicked sharp, so sharp that you can't feel it if you happen to slice the tip of your finger while working on a project. But if you punch the tip in and drag it down your skin, creating a little valley that wells up with a river of blood, that's when the pain comes. You watch the blood fill the valley and spill over, dripping down your arm in rivulets, slow at first, then faster when they reach the bottom, heavy and dark and red, so beautifully red....
I take off my sweater, but when I look down I see it, the row of Band-Aids marching down my arm. A chill breaks over my body and I can't stop staring, can't stop until my eyes are dry from not blinking, and then I do several times to fight the burning behind them. I let the knife drop onto the bed, my hand nerveless, fingers shaking. I promised him. I promised.
"Oh God." I sink to my knees and cover my head with my arms. I stay that way all night even when my body cramps, even though I will be stiff in the morning. I never move.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
*~Simon~*
I don't think I slept at all that night. I couldn't stop thinking about Victoria and what kind of pain could have driven her to cut herself like that. Some of the scars I saw on her arm looked pretty old, she had to have been cutting long before Gene Blackwood raped her.
Everytime I closed my eyes I saw those scars. Mostly the recent one, all black and crusty around the edges.
I've never understood why people cut. Self injury seems a silly way to ease your pain, because it seems to me it only creates more pain. Maybe that was the point; create physical pain to ease the mental anguish.
I eventually gave up the idea of sleep and got out of bed. I pulled a box off my closet shelf and sat on my bed with it. The pocket knife The Colonel gave me a few years ago should be in the box. I found it and opened it up.
I ran my finger over the edge, feeling the sharpness of it. I wondered what Victoria had used to cut herself. Scissors, a kitchen knife, a razor, maybe a pocket knife like this one.
I rolled up my sleeve and held the point of the knife where Victoria's cut had started, just below the shoulder. My skin gave just a little but the knife wanted to push into my flesh with the slightest pressure.
I stopped myself before I drew blood, because I had to be strong for her. And cutting myself wouldn't help her at all.
I sat for a long time just staring at the knife, wondering what Victoria was doing right then. She should be asleep, but I would have bet she was awake all night just as I had been.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
My alarm scared me when it went off, filling my room with a horrible screeching beep. I jumped up and shut it off.
I didn't feel like going to school and facing the day. After last night, it seemed like going to school was a waste of time. What would I learn in algebra or geography that would help me help Victoria?
Once I got to school, my focus was to find Victoria. She wasn't at her locker, so I went to check her homeroom class. Not there either. I started back to her locker to wait for her.
Instead I ran into Kellian Foster.
"Hey, Simon," Kellian smiled and flipped her head to accentuate her hair.
I forced myself to smile at her. "Hey, Kellian. Have you seen Victoria?"
"Victoria Hennessy?" She said Victoria's name as if it created a foul taste in her mouth. "What do you want with a mousey little thing like her when you can have me?" She ran a finger along my jaw line.
I stepped back and took hold of her wrist to pull her hand away from my face. "Have you seen her or not?"
"Not. Not since yesterday. She's been acting strange lately. I don't think she likes you, Simon."
"Shut up, Kellian. You don't know what you're talking about."
Her dark eyes flashed, making me think of a storm cloud. "Don't waste your time on a girl like that, Simon. She'll never do anything for you, not like I could."
I wanted to hit her. I uncurled my fingers, flexed them, and walked away, in search of Victoria once again.
"Meet me behind the bleachers after school today, Simon. I'll make it worth your while," Kellian yelled. "They won't call you 'Virgin Camden' anymore when I'm done with you!"
I rolled my eyes and kept on walking, my head high despite the few snickers from people passing me in the hall.
I said a silent prayer that Victoria would be at her locker when I turned the corner...
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
End chapter 10. Don't forget to review, and I'll promise not to take 2 months between chapters again! Let us know what you think about this chapter, your thoughts are very important to Jordan and me. Thanks for reading! Lucky Star (JjsLuckyStar@aol.com)