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Chapter 2: Back then

A/V: Had to name his parents mostly due to it being annoying saying 'Timmy's Mom and Timmy's Dad'

Vicky's 21st Birthday, 7 months before Timmy turns 15

Victoria McFlaherty, for one, hated her last name quite a lot, and for two, seemed rather upset that she would be spending what was supposed to be one of the best days of her life doing nothing... well except babysitting the Twerp. 'Who should be old enough to take care of himself', she thought angrily. 14 years old and his overprotective and somewhat air headed parents still considered him a baby. 'Well at least they care' she mused 'They work their asses off to provide for him and always seem to be there at the really important times.'

Vicky had somewhat mellowed over the last four years, yeah "mellowed" to be said with air quotes made with fingers and a sarcastic look in ones eyes. Truth is she spread her evil in other more creative and even better, legal ways that paid more than her other questionable hobbies. She stopped torturing children as much, but remained ever the taskmaster to her charges, of which Timmy Turner remained the most constant. Though having become a teenager now made Timmy develop a type of understanding with Vicky that worked in both their favors. Not exactly friends seeing as Vicky thought that Timmy still held dislike towards her for years of abuse, but the positions they were in have not changed, so they adapted.

Vicky had not planned on anything for her birthday so when the Turner's offered her something to keep her occupied (and quite the B-day bonus) she chose to accept it. Plus she had the company of the Twerp, who wasn't turning out to be all bad since hitting puberty, he just occasionally displayed very odd behavior, though she had started collecting old-timey torture devices at his age so she was not the best judge of behavior. Today, on the other hand, he was acting extra off, when he returned from school there was no off handed insult to her, nor was there a wonder where his parents were, or even a complaint of how life was sucking. He had just looked quite solemn and wandered into his room and shut the door, talking softly to someone, possibly on the phone.

As the hours passed, Vicky was slightly perturbed and lost in her own mind about what could be eating him that she had not caused and did not notice his presence until she heard a little thud sound to her left. She looked and saw he standing up after setting something into the storage closet of the hallway entrance, she glanced the sight of something shiny when he closed the door, she guessed it might have been his fishbowl he used to carry around all the time. He turned to her with a little sadness he hid behind a smile while walking over to the couch and sat down next to her.

Confusion had set upon her by the time she decided to speak, "Alright Timothy, just what is going on today?" He turned in her direction and just closed his eyes and smiled again trying to visibly hide tears. "Timmy...? What is wrong?" She normally didn't care how people felt, but smiles and tears meant a bunch of different and worrisome situations could be happening.

"Thank you Vicky." The words had exited his mouth but she had trouble comprehending just what they meant or that he said them.

"What are you thanking me for, Twerp?" She asked when her brain had caught up to the last few minutes of time. "Last I recalled you hated me, righteously so, due to me causing you hell for years." Confusion returned in full force this time around as she waited for the young person before her to answer. He was sheepishly playing with his hands by the time he got the courage to reply.

"For...well lots of things, you may not think much of them but you have done quite a bit for me. You are always taking care of me, you have remained a standard point in my life longer than most, you have helped me with school and chores and even some personal matters you didn't even need to, you have done more than I expected and there is a whole list of of your accomplishments that you will never know." He was shaking a little as he started speeding through his thoughts, which made her think he was going to break down into tears, she didn't know how close to the truth she was. "Also...I don't hate you, I never really did. I disliked you somewhat to be honest, I thought you were a pain in the ass more than once, but hate never crossed my mind. I just did not understand a lot of things about you or life, or people for the matter, but years of your bluntness taught me a lot, I would not be me without having met you. So again thank you...I just wanted to tell you that once before the chance gets taken from me"

As the last words escaped his mouth he was barely above a whisper. All his thoughts and the revelation of them not being on such hostile terms as she thought had stunned her silent, seeing the effect Timmy took his chance and hugged her, knowing exactly why he had needed her these last few years.

She looked down at his weak trembling form and returned his act of emotion, wrapping her arms around her charge and holding him until his tremors stopped. They both knew that something was going to happen to cause all this sudden change, Vicky knew it had to be important but had no clue as to what it was, Timmy on the other hand, was fighting back the roller-coaster of pain that would soon disrupt his life. They sat there in silence until Timmy's parents returned, Vicky looked back at Timmy, seeing him 'whole' for the last time as she shut the door.

The next day

That Saturday was like all that came before, Vicky thought as she cleaned up after she made lunch. She was at the Turner's house as usual, having been called due to both of his parents having been told they had to work extra at their respective jobs. It was silent and sunny, a general calm had permeated throughout the house, except that Timmy had not come out from his room all day. 'Maybe he is too embarrassed about last night' She smiled smugly at the thought of the Twerp squirming because he revealed a weak side to her.

Only to have the calm of such a nice Saturday broken by the sound of things shattering upstairs. Her mind rushed her body to Timmy's room and she shoved the door aside only to pause as she stared at the destruction happening before her.

There he was, throwing furniture aside like paper frantically searching for something, he didn't know what it was, he just knew it HAD to be there, it was missing and he had to find it. Tears were streaming down his cheeks and he kicked through his closet door, cutting his leg in plenty of places, he ripped the racking for his clothes apart with his bare hands, more cuts forming. He had searched every nook in cranny of his room multiple times, each time hurting himself more and crushing what little belongings of his left into nothing with his throes of worry.

Vicky stood there, too afraid to move not realizing she needed to stop him, until a scream erupted from his tortured visage. Having snapped out of whatever fog she was in, she gasped in horror as she saw the blood dripping from him, his reckless movement making it seem he had lost more than he had. She rushed over to try and calm him.

"Where is it?!" He was yelling now, "Why is it gone?! WHAT IS IT?!" He looked at her standing in front of him, she looked so scared it made his heart ache. "What is missing? Why can't I remember, Vicky? What am I missing? Why did it go and leave me alone?" She was feeling more pain with each word at the pathetic sight he was, she had no clue what he was talking about, but the fear in his speech meant something was gone, something so dire to him he would risk harming himself.

"Timmy? Please look at me." She pleaded with him as she held his face, trying to get him to focus upon her, instead of looking around and getting more frantic with each passing moment. His struggling was getting worse as more "Where is it?" and "What is missing"'s came from him.

She finally had to restrain him, now sitting behind him holding into his slumped form, little droplets escaped her Pink eyes as he sobbed into her shirt, having been torn apart by something he might never remember again. She rested her head on his shoulder as she rocked him back and forth trying to console him.

"I don't know, Timmy. I don't know, and I am so sorry. I wish I knew, I truly do." She spoke softly as he exhausted himself with his rage and pain, having now passed out holding onto her.

She was able to lift/drag him to the guest room the Turner's let her use on the nights she had to stay over. She laid him down and wrapped him in blankets while shushing his slumbering whines.

Vicky descended the stairs after and eternity of not wanting to let go of him just as his parents walked through the door. The hours of tears visible on her face, their concern was voiced immediately, though as soon as the words were said, Vicky broke down into more tears. Choking out the events of the day between her weeping, Timmy's parents became more distraught, having no idea as to what was missing either, they all went to check on Timmy. His sleeping form did not ease the pain of the story they just heard, nor did the sight of all he had done in his room.

"H-he...he-he really did all this, Vicky?" Timmy's mother (Marie Turner) asked weakly, gazing on the raw carnage of what was left of her little boys bedroom.

"Yes...I just stared I...I couldn't do anything I am so sorry Mr and Mrs. Turner, I just didn't know what to do, I am so sorry" Vicky answering them without the facade of her sweet persona anymore, there she stood, vulnerable and she did not know how to handle it. Timmy's father (Daniel Turner) put his hand on her shoulder and gazed into the young adult's tear strained eyes with worry for her as much as his son.

"There was nothing you could do, I know this was not your doing, Victoria." He stated whilst trying to comfort the lady who had thankfully been there for his son when he and his wife could not. "Honestly I am glad you were here, you probably saved him from... something possibly worse" He choked out the last few words.

The Turner's saw to it that Vicky was alright and had stopped crying before seeing her off, they then turned their attention to their son, waking him long enough to clean the blood and change his clothes before setting him back into bed to sleep. Marie had long since gone to bed whilst her husband sorted through what once their son's room. Daniel was disturbed, to say the least, but his distraught was on the thoughts of what was 'Missing' not a single one of them, not even Timmy, knew what 'IT' was. Daniel turned his prayers to whatever deity he could as he asked for a sign as how to help his child, he closed the door, shutting off the damage from the world as he dragged himself to the sleep he would desperately need.

Vicky arrived home fretful and aching, her heart screaming for something to help Timmy, something, anything would work. She had stopped at the store on her way home and took full use of her new age, stocking up on various bottles of dark and light liquid pain killer. She started that night a habit that would stay with her hauntingly for years, the liquor becoming one with her blood a lot more often than would be considered healthy. Her last memory before the foul tasting concoctions overtook her was thinking of how lost Timmy was.

A/V: Had to make this chapter a two parter