A/N: I'm so sorry guys! I was planning to update every week but I'm on holiday since I live in Australia and went to Port Macquarie so I couldn't write a chappie this week here it is late but it finally feels like the plot is speeding up.
post a/n: meant to finish this weeks ago ALSO IM GOING TO TAYLOR SWIFT BIATCHS ON FRIDAY IN SYDNEY YESSSSSSSS, manifesting rep tv currently.
trigger warning: talk of death
Running away from where I'm from.
Never can stay with no one. Loving you almost feels like something....
- sza, travis scott, sos, open arms
FITZ VACKER
After Sophie left the physician's office I sat on the cot....thinking. I tended to do that often. And not even concentrate on thinking as one thought led to another thinking....honestly, it felt like my brain was going in multiple directions at once. I looked down at my phone to find that my dad had called me 5 times. I simply shut it off. I couldn't deal with this anymore.
I just texted.
Bad service. Call later.
Which meant I was not calling back. It's not like I was having severe problems with my dad, but sometimes it felt like when I wasn't thinking about him or his expectations a huge weight was lifted off my shoulders, and for a temporary existence it felt nice to be so carefree. I sighed through my nose wiping the hair away from my eyes and stood up to leave. I had tons of notifications from my friends from after the party. Some from Biana, wanting to assess Sophie's condition, some with Linh, which I couldn't bear to look at, based on what I had overheard last night about Wylie. Then some missed calls from Keefe. I tightened my fists. That asshole was on such thin ice.
How dare he just pick up and leave like that? I knew he had problems with alcohol but I didn't know he would just leave me to carry Sophie to the physician's office by myself while Biana and Linh went to get her overnight stuff. I tried to calm myself down.
It just really hurt me to see Sophie so hopefully looking for him despite her protests that she hated him.
Sophie is like Biana. They're both like my sisters I practically grew up around them. Before we moved away anyway. Our parents in addition to being neighbors also worked in close quarters in terms of their work. They did some stuff for the city council. Minus my brother Alvar who had gone off to College, Biana, Sophie, and I were inseparable and we went to the same high school. And now it kind of felt like the world was closing in on me. Since we were all grown up now.
I stood up and navigated my way back to my room knowing Keefe would be off drunk and passed out somewhere on campus and to be honest, he deserved it. I unlocked the door reaching out to clutch the handle, to find our room trashed. Keefe's side of the room was destroyed. His posters were ripped down his bedsheets were everywhere and the lamp was smashed on the floor. I sighed and bent down to find a dustpan and broom to sweep up the broken remains. Once that was done, I reluctantly made his bed and stacked his posters, I hated that I always had to clean up his messes and not just literally.
I settled down to write some notes from my classes and a thought was still nagging in the back of my brain. The fact that Keefe couldn't even confront his problems was annoying me. I rubbed my hair and stood up hastily and made my way outside. I needed to find Keefe. Before I changed my mind. I searched for a few hours before I found him, hanging out in a lecture hall. Just lying in the middle of the stage. I scoffed and raced down the stairs.
"Don't be a dramatic ass." I rolled my eyes.
"I messed up Fitz." His voice cracked. "I f*ckd up. Why do I always mess up?"
I sighed. "I don't know Keefe. But get up."
"I can't" He sighed. "This is the only place I can go where I forget the pain and the amount of alcohol I've consumed."
I sighed...again "Keefe, come on man. Just go back to your room and just... I don't know man do something."
"Like what? Drown myself in guilt?"
"No. Like Shower. You stink." I braced my hands on my thighs as I sat on the seat.
Keefe sighed. "How does my hair look?"
"Like you went through hell" I bit down a laugh
Keefe jumped up. "That's reason enough for me." He started to walk up the stairs before turning back to me and saying. "Thanks, Fitz. You're a chill friend."
I nodded, "Yeah. Just...please go talk to Sophie. She's having an awful week"
Keefe nodded and mussed his hair "Yeah, okay. But not before showering, or spending an hour on my hair."
He walks up the stairs leaving me to remember something important.
"Wait! Keefe!" I shouted.
He turned back "Yeah?"
"So where did your drunk ass end up falling asleep?" I stifled a chuckle.
He scrunched his face. "Don't ask."
~~~~~
Later that afternoon sitting on my bed I dialed my dad's number.
"Fitzroy Vacker." My dad said sternly.
I resisted the urge to sigh at the use of my full name. "Yes, Dad?"
"Why have you been avoiding my calls?" He said tightly.
"I've been- busy Dad. I-"
"Just shut up Fitz. Stop making excuses." He said and I flinched.
"I'm trying- Biana-"
"Shut it about your sister! You're gonna be the one taking over the business, not her. So you've got to start acting mature and taking my calls."
I resisted the urge to yell at him. Biana was always pushed around by him and I hated it. "Biana is more than capable Dad. She's not as fragile as you make her out to be."
My dad sighed. "I just want the best for you both."
"Yeah well if you wanted the best for us. Maybe you should've asked us before forcing your expectations on us." I snapped. "And another thing, do you ever ask how I am?! How I'm doing?!"
"Son-"
"NO! You didn't even give two craps when Alvar died that morning! You told me to suck it up, that we'd tell everyone he was fine! To keep up your stupid appearances. I'm telling my friends lies because you want to look perfect! And so is Biana. Alvar's not fine. ALVAR IS DEAD" I yelled into the phone.
"And did you know Sophie passed out and was rushed for medical help this morning?! And did you know I didn't want to go into your stupid family business? With your stupid expectations?!"I finished breathing hard.
"Son, stop!"
"No, you stop! You stop!"
"You're being hysterical!" Dad yelled.
"You're acting like an ass!" I yelled back. "I've got important people in my life to attend to, y'know 'cause they almost died last night?!"
"Stop being so dramatic Fitz."
"YOU STOP BEING SO CALM" My voice cracked. "My brother died. A few months ago. That's not dramatic, if anything it's justified."
Dad stayed silent.
"Go to hell, Dad." And I hung up, feeling better than I ever had.
I scrubbed the tears off my face.
And suddenly I'd felt more alone than I'd care to let on.
Everyone was gone.
Everyone was dead
Everything was quiet.
A/N: poor fitzypoo, y'all it's giving Nate Archibald.
FOR THE SECOND TIME THIS FRIDAY I AM SEEING TAYLOR SWIFT RAHHHHHH
AND ALSO BOOK 9.5 UNRAVELED. COME ON SHANNON GIRLIE- WE JUST WANT BOOK 10, LET US OUT OF YOUR BASEMENT PLEASE QUEEN-
sorry short chappie today but i had to get something out :)