The Worst Day of the Year

Chapter 3: Misery

They went down the stairs, into the living room, and then finally into the kitchen. She continued to drag him through the room until they stood just a couple of feet from the kitchen sink. Vicky looked back at him and smiled maliciously.

Using a lot of force in her arm, she flung him from behind her and towards the sink, causing him to lose balance and hit his head on the counter mildly hard.

"You can start with the dishes, and make sure they're spotless you little brat!"

Not caring one bit for causing him to hit his head, she walked over to the fridge, and retrieved a pink lemonade before exiting into the living room.

Timmy stood up slowly, hand clutching his head. He now had a headache, and scarily enough, he felt a sense of confusion. Where was he? How did he get here? His thoughts were racing and he had a hard time concentrating. He sat there for minutes on end, and slowly the racing thoughts ceased and he became more aware. He sighed and closed his eyes, his head was hurting pretty bad.

"I'm not hearing the sound of running water and a twerp washing the dishes! Don't make me come in there!"

Then he remembered why he was here. He turned around to face the direction of the sink, and slowly turned the handle of the sink to start the flow of water. Hearing a poofing sound next to him, he looked to the right to see a pair of pink and green salt shakers looking up at him concernedly.

"You hit your head pretty hard there Sport, are you OK?" Wanda asked.

"I think so, but I have a pretty bad headache right now"

"Oh I know, here Timmy, have some cheese. That will make you feel better!"

Cosmo's wand glowed, and a block of cheese suddenly appeared next to the sink.

"Sweetie, I don't think cheese is going to help him with his headache"

Timmy dried his left hand on his pants, reached over to the block, and pulled off a chunk before putting it in his mouth. The taste was actually very pleasant and in a way, did kind of help.

"Thanks Cosmo, that cheese did help." Timmy said, causing Cosmo to smile.

He returned his attention to the dishes, and after an hour or so he was finally done. Just as he was about to turn off the water, Vicky walked into the room.

"Wow twerp, it only took you an hour to wash dishes that would of took me 20 minutes to do. Man you're worthless"

Timmy closed his eyes, and clenched his fists. The anger he felt inside for the redhead was growing immensely. He unclenched his fists, opened his eyes, and turned off the water.

"OK, come with me my little slave. It's time to do some bathroom cleaning! Lucky you, I'm almost a bit jealous!" Vicky said in her "sweet" voice that she used almost exclusively to manipulate adults.

Vicky held open the kitchen door, and pointed into the next room. Timmy walked towards her and just as he passed by she kicked him right in the butt. Man, he couldn't wait until today was over.

He cleaned the bathroom until the point of where it was almost spotless, although it didn't impress Vicky all that much. She critiqued his work and cherry picked every little thing she could to degrade him and his work.

As she pointed at a very small smudge on the mirror all Timmy could think about was how mad he currently was. He was like a volcano, and man was he close to erupting.

They then went back downstairs and into the laundry room. Sitting on the table next to the dryer was a mountain of clothes that were just waiting to be folded.

He folded, and he folded, while Vicky just sat there watching him. Complaining about his lack of folding technique.

"You know twerp, this is pretty fun. Just you and me hanging out. Maybe I'll have a chat with your parents and see if we can do this more often!" She said as she took another sip of her 4th can of lemonade.

Timmy let out the loudest laugh he could muster, causing Vicky to raise an eyebrow. The volcano had finally erupted. He threw down the pair of pants he was holding and turned around to face her.

"HA, I would rather die then spend another day with you. All you've been doing all day is physically and mentally abusing me. Hell, you made me hit my head earlier and didn't even care. You slammed my hand under the toilet seat, and now you're critiquing me on how to fold clothes when I can barely move my right hand?!"

Vicky stood up real quickly and walked over to him.

"You listen here, and you listen close you little shit. Life isn't fair, and you're just going to have to deal with it. I'm only giving you what you deserve, things are way too easy for you, so why shouldn't I make things a little more difficult?"

Easy? Who said his life was even remotely easy? Sure, he had fairies, but they couldn't help him with everything. He still got bullied on the daily by Francis/Trixie, and her friends, he still had to deal with a crockpot teacher that prided himself in making sure he failed, and even a crazy love struck stalker. No his life was not easy!

"Ha, that's funny Vicky. Because I'd say your life is the easiest! You get paid a hefty sum by manipulating dumb parents, torturing kids just to get a kick off it, and sleeping in until 4 every day. I'd say you have it pretty easy" Timmy retorted while crossing his arms.

She had been hurt, so she hurt others without so much as a second thought. As quickly as she could, Vicky raised her right hand and slapped Timmy as hard as she could across the face. Hearing him say her life was easy released all the pent up anger she had been trying to release little by little. She watched in slow motion as he dropped to the floor.

Timmy's nose starting bleeding pretty badly, and a puddle soon began to form under him. Vicky immediately felt guilt and regret. She bent down to help him, but was met with nothing but resistance. He shoved her away and crawled over to the laundry room door.

"You know, I don't know why you're such a bitch, and I guess I'll never know. But, I always held on to the hope that one day you'd be nice to me and we could be friends. I mean, we had a special moment when we were trapped in that cave together and for once we were equal, and I saw a glimmer of hope for us. But after today, I've realized that there's no redeeming a monster such as yourself, and you'll never change. You'll always be heartless, selfish, and alone. Icky Vicky, the Demon of Dimmsdale is your legacy, and it's pretty fitting if you ask me. I've finally given up on you, and I hope you're happy with yourself."

With that being said he stood up using the door as support and walked out of the room. He made his way up to his room and immediately upon seeing him, Cosmo and Wanda jumped to his aid.

Vicky just stood in the laundry room and just stared at the door Timmy had just walked out of. She felt nothing, everything was numb, and her head was completely devoid of thoughts. After a minute of staring, her eyes cast down to the floor, and upon seeing the blood she sighed, "I should probably clean this up so his parents don't see this". Carefully stepping around the puddle and trail leading to the door, she went into the kitchen and retrieved the bottle of cleaning chemicals, and a roll of paper towels.

She returned to the laundry room and carefully cleaned up the blood. After throwing the blood stained paper towels into the garbage can and returning the chemicals to the cabinet under the sink, she once again sighed and made her way over to the fridge from where she pulled out another beer from.

"Didn't think this damn day could get any worse, I just can't wait for it to be over" Vicky said bitterly as she took a giant swig from the bottle.

"Just who does he think he is? Talking to me like that?!"

As she stood in the kitchen her mind began to wander and she found herself thinking about what the twerp had said. She shook her head, and made her way to the living room. "I just need a little TV to take my mind off things".

She sat down on the couch, took another swig and then reached for the remote. On the remote she pressed the power button and waited, expecting the TV to immediately jump to life. However, nothing happened, so she pressed the button again several times while occasionally slamming it on the couch's armrest.

"Why won't this stupid thing just WORK!" She screamed at the top of her lungs before throwing the remote as hard as she could onto the floor in front of her. The remote bounced off the floor and hit the TV stand before breaking into several pieces.

"What a cheap piece of junk"

Again, she took another sip. Her eyes then cast down to the floor next to the TV and upon seeing something she smirked. Yep, she had completely forgot to plug the TV back in. She had unplugged it earlier because she wanted the room to be completely dark and the TV's LED indicator was posing quite the counter to her dark room. Well, now she'd have to get the Turner's a new remote, or she could just blame it on the twerp like she always did when she broke something in a fit of rage. Yeah, she could do that. For the first time that day a smile formed on her face. Just thinking about the twerp's parents screaming at him from something she had done had brought her so much joy.

But just as quickly as the smile had appeared, a frown replaced it.

She once again heard Timmy's voice echo deep within her head, "I've realized that there's no redeeming a monster such as yourself, and you'll never change. You'll always be heartless, selfish, and alone".

She once again shook her head and quickly got up and plugged the TV in. Since the remote was a thing of the past she elected to use the TV's physical buttons instead to turn it on and change the channels.

"Ah, the makeup channel, this should help me relax"

She returned to couch and retrieved her favorite blanket from the opposite end before laying back down and tightly wrapping herself in it. "Ah nice and warm, just the way I like it!" she sighed out. As she watched TV she became pretty entrenched into the content. But 20 minutes in she found that her thoughts were starting to become louder and louder to the point where she could no longer focus on the content.

"You really screwed up today being so mean to Timmy, he didn't deserve any of that." she said subconsciously to herself.

She winced. She reached for the bottle and downed almost all of the contents in an effort to drown out her thoughts with booze. But her thoughts wouldn't leave her alone. She clutched her head with both hands and squeezed her eyes closed. They only got louder and louder. "Timmy was right, you are pathetic!", "why can't you just be nice to him?", "he gave you a chance when he shouldn't have even bothered, he really feels bad for you!".

"SHUT UP!" She screamed before throwing the bottle at the wall next to the TV.

"I already feel bad, what else do you want from me?" she quietly asked with a sniffle.

"Apologize to him." the voice rang out in her head.

"Fine. I'm sorry Timmy! I'm… sorry!"

After those words had left her lips she started to feel a lot better. She truly was everything that he had said she was. But he was wrong about one thing, for the longest time, she was ready to change, she wanted to change. But she didn't know how.

A tear streamed down her face as she turned around to face the couch's cushion. She just laid there for some time thinking about her life and what she was going to do to fix it. Little did she know, another person was present in the room and had heard the whole thing.

"Vicky?"

A/N: This chapter was a roller-coaster wasn't it? Well, we got one more to go so stay tuned!

A/N: Thank you so much for taking the time to read this chapter, and also for the reviews of course! :)