Chapter 3
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Timmy woke up early the next morning. Saturday was usually his favourite day, but with nothing to do he would have rather been at school. He took a long hot shower, thinking about everything. There was a razor sitting within reach. It would be so easy, he thought to himself, no-one would care.
The water suddenly turned cold, obviously Vicky playing with the taps to get him out of the bathroom. Timmy didn't really care about the freezing water soaking him from head to toe. He just wanted it all to stop, to just stand in the bathroom until his time was up.
"Twerp! Get out of the bathroom!" Vicky yelled from outside before kicking the door open. She threw him out, along with a towel. "Make me breakfast, it better be ready by the time I'm downstairs."
Timmy went to is room and dressed. Cosmo and Wanda were looking at him from the fishbowl. None of them knew what they could say, or even if they should say anything. "What do we do? He can't be over yesterday that fast." Wanda whispered.
"Just be there when he needs a wish. If he doesn't want us around there is nothing we can do." Cosmo replied.
"You know if you're going to talk about me, atleast wait until I leave the room. I have ears, I can hear you!" Timmy went right up to the fishbowl. Wanda wanted to slap some sense into him, but realised he didn't mean half the stuff he was saying.
Timmy left and ran downstairs. Wanda tried to get to him, but her wand dropped. "Looks like he wants to be alone again. If this keeps up we'll have to leave him, because we'll be no use."
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The phone rang, Timmy rushed to it, leaving the already burnt pancakes unattended on the stove. "Turner Residence."
"Timmy, how are you man? Dad just bought me the ultra rare Crimson Chin comic book. There are only ten in existance. Do you want to come over and check it out?" AJ said in the phone, unable to contain his joy.
Timmy rolled his eyes. "Parents are away, Vicky won't let me out. The usual." He replied bluntly.
"Are you okay? You sound a little depressed. I guess it's no surprise considering Vicky is around. See you later." AJ hung up, and Timmy went back to the pancakes.
He turned off the stove, poking the inedible charcoal that was suppose to be breakfast around with a spatula. "Didn't it figure AJ gets a new comic from his perfect father and naturally calls to rub it in my face." He muttered to himself. "Be lucky if I can get my dad to drive me to school."
He threw the pan at the wall, swearing his lungs out. "They only say they love me to relieve the guilt. They always make excuses to go out. Always trying to make new friends in the neighbourhood to avoid their own son. Vicky is more of a parent then they've ever been!"
Timmy proceeded in cleaning up the mess. Vicky walked in the kitchen, looking at the table. "Where's my breakfast twerp!"
"I burnt it." Timmy replied. He wasn't in the mood to take any kind of crap from Vicky.
"What are you trying to do? Make us starve! I'll kill you!" Vicky screamed.
Timmy turned around and looked her right in the eye. "Go ahead."
Vicky stepped back, blinking. Timmy usually reacted to her screaming by doing everything she said. "What did you say?" She asked, confused.
"You told me I had nothing to live for, nobody loves me, so why should I bother making you breakfast. It doesn't matter. You, my parents, my friends, you appreciate nothing. So therefore nothing matters." Timmy looked at Vicky. He had never seen he so confused, except when they had been trapped in the snow cave.
"Stop saying that! Make me some pancakes and get me my cigarettes!" Vicky yelled at him, a little less harshly than usual.
"I don't want to." Timmy didn't break her eye contact, and it was starting to scare Vicky. "So hurt me, like you always do. Ruin my life and get away with it."
"Shut up! You're not even old enough to know how bad life gets." Vicky broke his eye contact and grabbed the spatula. "I mean it."
Timmy could see the sweat on Vicky's forehead. He couldn't help but begin to cry. "Life can't get any worse than this."
Vicky couldn't take it anymore. "Get out of my sight. Go up to your room or something! Just leave."
Timmy left the kitchen, turning back to watch Vicky kneel on the ground and sigh in frustration. If he didn't know her so well, he would almost believe she was crying. He walked up the stairs, glad that he didn't have to put up with her garbage for a few hours.
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Lunch came and Timmy walked downstairs to find a feast on the table. Vicky had made it all herself, which surprised Timmy. He took a seat, but didn't touch any of the food.
"Have I really made you hate me this much over the years?" Vicky asked.
Timmy couldn't help but laugh. "Not only have you made me you, you've made me hate myself. I suppose now you're just going to eat this whole table of food, while I watch in envy."
Vicky looked at him. "Stop laughing. I'm really sorry."
Timmy fell on the floor, laughing. "You're sorry. A bit late for that." He stood up, looking at her. "You feel guilty now? Trying to apologize when I'm beyond needing therapy! I should be thanking you. You showed me how much my life sucked and did everything you could to make it that tiny bit worse."
Vicky went over and slapped him right accross the face. "You ungrateful little twerp!" She couldn't contain the anger anymore. All the years of abuse came pouring out in a rush of anger and tears. "Look at everything you have! Okay, your parents go away sometimes, but they still tell you they love you! They leave you with a babysitter, mine left me in a basement! They love Tootie though, never harmed a hair on her head. Anything she wanted, she got it. I hate working for my money every day! I hate coming here, looking at your big house, filled with all your toys, games and comic books!" Vicky fell to the floor, crying. "I never had any of that. Half my babysitting money gets put in Tootie's collage fund."
Timmy was shocked, but still wasn't going to show any remorse. "Don't get all pathetic now! I don't care what your life is like. Why do you make mine a living hell."
Vicky looked up at him, face tear soaked. "I was jealous of you. You have everything I have always wanted. Yet you still complain your life sucks and I hated you for it. I don't want to be mean. I promised myself I would never treat anyone the way my parents treated me. Now look what I've done."
Timmy couldn't move or speak. He had no idea Vicky had such a hard life. "You could always get another job...then you wouldn't have to be around me anymore." He suggested calmly. Vicky walked over to the sink, Timmy watched her. "Vicky what are you doing?"
Vicky picked up a knife, gripping it tight. "It's too late Timmy. The pain has to stop..."
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Timmy woke up early the next morning. Saturday was usually his favourite day, but with nothing to do he would have rather been at school. He took a long hot shower, thinking about everything. There was a razor sitting within reach. It would be so easy, he thought to himself, no-one would care.
The water suddenly turned cold, obviously Vicky playing with the taps to get him out of the bathroom. Timmy didn't really care about the freezing water soaking him from head to toe. He just wanted it all to stop, to just stand in the bathroom until his time was up.
"Twerp! Get out of the bathroom!" Vicky yelled from outside before kicking the door open. She threw him out, along with a towel. "Make me breakfast, it better be ready by the time I'm downstairs."
Timmy went to is room and dressed. Cosmo and Wanda were looking at him from the fishbowl. None of them knew what they could say, or even if they should say anything. "What do we do? He can't be over yesterday that fast." Wanda whispered.
"Just be there when he needs a wish. If he doesn't want us around there is nothing we can do." Cosmo replied.
"You know if you're going to talk about me, atleast wait until I leave the room. I have ears, I can hear you!" Timmy went right up to the fishbowl. Wanda wanted to slap some sense into him, but realised he didn't mean half the stuff he was saying.
Timmy left and ran downstairs. Wanda tried to get to him, but her wand dropped. "Looks like he wants to be alone again. If this keeps up we'll have to leave him, because we'll be no use."
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The phone rang, Timmy rushed to it, leaving the already burnt pancakes unattended on the stove. "Turner Residence."
"Timmy, how are you man? Dad just bought me the ultra rare Crimson Chin comic book. There are only ten in existance. Do you want to come over and check it out?" AJ said in the phone, unable to contain his joy.
Timmy rolled his eyes. "Parents are away, Vicky won't let me out. The usual." He replied bluntly.
"Are you okay? You sound a little depressed. I guess it's no surprise considering Vicky is around. See you later." AJ hung up, and Timmy went back to the pancakes.
He turned off the stove, poking the inedible charcoal that was suppose to be breakfast around with a spatula. "Didn't it figure AJ gets a new comic from his perfect father and naturally calls to rub it in my face." He muttered to himself. "Be lucky if I can get my dad to drive me to school."
He threw the pan at the wall, swearing his lungs out. "They only say they love me to relieve the guilt. They always make excuses to go out. Always trying to make new friends in the neighbourhood to avoid their own son. Vicky is more of a parent then they've ever been!"
Timmy proceeded in cleaning up the mess. Vicky walked in the kitchen, looking at the table. "Where's my breakfast twerp!"
"I burnt it." Timmy replied. He wasn't in the mood to take any kind of crap from Vicky.
"What are you trying to do? Make us starve! I'll kill you!" Vicky screamed.
Timmy turned around and looked her right in the eye. "Go ahead."
Vicky stepped back, blinking. Timmy usually reacted to her screaming by doing everything she said. "What did you say?" She asked, confused.
"You told me I had nothing to live for, nobody loves me, so why should I bother making you breakfast. It doesn't matter. You, my parents, my friends, you appreciate nothing. So therefore nothing matters." Timmy looked at Vicky. He had never seen he so confused, except when they had been trapped in the snow cave.
"Stop saying that! Make me some pancakes and get me my cigarettes!" Vicky yelled at him, a little less harshly than usual.
"I don't want to." Timmy didn't break her eye contact, and it was starting to scare Vicky. "So hurt me, like you always do. Ruin my life and get away with it."
"Shut up! You're not even old enough to know how bad life gets." Vicky broke his eye contact and grabbed the spatula. "I mean it."
Timmy could see the sweat on Vicky's forehead. He couldn't help but begin to cry. "Life can't get any worse than this."
Vicky couldn't take it anymore. "Get out of my sight. Go up to your room or something! Just leave."
Timmy left the kitchen, turning back to watch Vicky kneel on the ground and sigh in frustration. If he didn't know her so well, he would almost believe she was crying. He walked up the stairs, glad that he didn't have to put up with her garbage for a few hours.
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Lunch came and Timmy walked downstairs to find a feast on the table. Vicky had made it all herself, which surprised Timmy. He took a seat, but didn't touch any of the food.
"Have I really made you hate me this much over the years?" Vicky asked.
Timmy couldn't help but laugh. "Not only have you made me you, you've made me hate myself. I suppose now you're just going to eat this whole table of food, while I watch in envy."
Vicky looked at him. "Stop laughing. I'm really sorry."
Timmy fell on the floor, laughing. "You're sorry. A bit late for that." He stood up, looking at her. "You feel guilty now? Trying to apologize when I'm beyond needing therapy! I should be thanking you. You showed me how much my life sucked and did everything you could to make it that tiny bit worse."
Vicky went over and slapped him right accross the face. "You ungrateful little twerp!" She couldn't contain the anger anymore. All the years of abuse came pouring out in a rush of anger and tears. "Look at everything you have! Okay, your parents go away sometimes, but they still tell you they love you! They leave you with a babysitter, mine left me in a basement! They love Tootie though, never harmed a hair on her head. Anything she wanted, she got it. I hate working for my money every day! I hate coming here, looking at your big house, filled with all your toys, games and comic books!" Vicky fell to the floor, crying. "I never had any of that. Half my babysitting money gets put in Tootie's collage fund."
Timmy was shocked, but still wasn't going to show any remorse. "Don't get all pathetic now! I don't care what your life is like. Why do you make mine a living hell."
Vicky looked up at him, face tear soaked. "I was jealous of you. You have everything I have always wanted. Yet you still complain your life sucks and I hated you for it. I don't want to be mean. I promised myself I would never treat anyone the way my parents treated me. Now look what I've done."
Timmy couldn't move or speak. He had no idea Vicky had such a hard life. "You could always get another job...then you wouldn't have to be around me anymore." He suggested calmly. Vicky walked over to the sink, Timmy watched her. "Vicky what are you doing?"
Vicky picked up a knife, gripping it tight. "It's too late Timmy. The pain has to stop..."
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Thanks for all the reviews. I appreciate the interest in my story. Hopefully this chapter is just as good as the others. I'll continue soon.