Chapter 51

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In the dark right now

Feelin' lost, but I like it ~ SZA

"Damn kid, you couldn't wait a minute before you started throwing punches," The cop, whose name tag read Tillman, slapped his hat on. He chewed fiercely on his peppermint gum, peering at the tattered house in front of him.

Victor rolled his eyes, tilting his head to the side as the paramedic attended to the last of his cuts and bruises. "Should have gotten here on time," he grumbled darkly.

I pulled the blanket I was given after being checked out, tighter around my body. My head was still fuzzy from Victor telling me he loves me and the whole situation of this all.

Jessie, Fay, and her brother were all taken down to the police station to be put into jail. Their parents had to be called from Japan and book a flight to deal with their kids.

A large warm hand caressed my cheek, grabbing my attention away from my thoughts. "You alright?" His thumb rubbed over the area Jessie's brother slapped me in.

I nodded my head as my eyes roamed over the black and blue patches along his jaw and chest. My heart swelled in guilt, hating to see him in any pain. I never want to see another bruise or cut on his perfect body again.

"Hey," he said softly, I looked up at him again, his dark eyes connecting with mine. Protectiveness and security shone through them, wrapping us into our little bubble. "It's okay. You don't have to worry about a thing, we've caught them."

I brought my gaze down to my thighs, the paramedic now done helping Victor and packing her things. As much as I wanted relief to flow back into my veins it wouldn't.

There's still someone out there who's out to get me. Not only did I fear for my safety but Quinn's and not only that but her heart too. I don't think she can take another misfortune, she's already been through too much.

I did not know what to do. Declan has been a good friend of mine since eighth grade, I'm torn on what to do.

"Aniya, look at me," Victors voice coaxed. "What's wrong, tell me."

"Like you told me about your plan?" I scoffed. I immediately felt bad again when his hand fell and a look of hurt crossed his face.

I grabbed onto his hand, placing it back on my cheek, "I'm sorry, that was wrong of me. I owe so much to you for helping me like that. Thank you." I kissed the inside of his palm. "Really."

Concern fills his eyes again. "What's wrong?"

I bit my lip, gnawing at the decision I was about to make. "Nothing, I'm just a bit shaken up from today," I weakly smiled.

He pulled me to his side, kissing the top of my head. "Well, now you can stay here. With me." He grumbled, resting his head on top of mine.

"Yeah."

When we got home around four in the morning, escorted by the police, trust our moms were pissed. They gave Victor a hard time for keeping his plans from us but inevitably broke down in gratitude. I couldn't tell who was more relieved, my mom or Kendall.

They both took turns scolding Victor but thanking him at the same time. Cora clapped Victor on the back, congratulating him on doing something useful for once. Nico held a grin on his face as his ears perked up at the good news.

When we got upstairs I immediately ran into Victor's room not even glancing at my door as we passed by. He flopped down on the edge of his bed, placing his hands over his face.

I closed the door behind us and crawled onto his lap. His hands fell from his face onto my waist, keeping the both of us steady. I wrapped my arms around his neck, resting my head in the crook of it.

"I'm exhausted," Victor whispered, the faint feeling of his fingers running up and down my back. His warm breath tickled my neck as he sighed.

"Me too," I yawned. I was still in my dress, my shoes still attached to my feet. Victor untangled the strings from my heels and let both of them fall to the floor with a clunk.

I leaned back to peer into those beautiful eyes I love so much. Everything about him was perfect, from his lips to that strong jaw of his, to his brows that always seemed to be raised in wonder. To the dark hair, he possesses that curls when it gets wet but remains like silk through my fingertips. To the heart and mind he let me see, the beautiful thoughts he has and the beating, raw feelings he locks up for few to find. And to think that beautiful soul is in love with me makes my heart stutter and want to rip out of my chest and hand it to him.

"I love you too Victor," the words flowed effortlessly from my lips. Not a drop of hesitation or unsure in my tone.

He froze, the hands around my waist tightening as he stared back at me. It was like time had stopped for a minute as we admired each other. His lips pulled into a smile that could have knocked me out if he wasn't holding on so tightly to me.

"Say that again," he grinned, light bouncing in his eyes.

I laughed, holding onto his shoulders, "I love you, Victor," I dropped my volume down for only him to hear.

His smile grew more significant, he surprised me and kissed the living daylights out of me. It was hard to pull apart as always when his soft lips caressed mine and made me feel warm.

"I love you more," he pulled back, our lips inches from each other—his words soothing to my soul.

That night we didn't get much sleep as he pulled me back with him onto the bed and flipped us over. I laughed again when he nipped at my ear and jaw like I was a delicious piece of fruit he couldn't help taking a bite out of.

The next day was granted our day off. Victor and I didn't bother going to school, we just stayed home in his bed for half the morning with the family. Kendall let Nico and Cora stay home and my mom decided to stay in as well.

I was shocked to find out Jessie's arrest was kept under wraps. But what can you do when your parents have a strong reputation and can afford to keep it that way? As far as everyone knows Jessie is still "missing."

Monday came by quickly and before I knew it, I was within the four walls of the school. Lily and Quinn lay on top of me as soon as I walked through the doors.

"I can't believe you're here," Quinn sniffled into my shoulder, her arms squeezing me tightly. I rubbed her back, holding tears of my own back.

"Me either."

Lily smiled watery, hugging the both of us as well. "I got back with Regina," she whispered into my ear.

My eyes shot open, "you did? Why?"

She shrugged her shoulders, "when I thought that you were leaving it hurt to lose a friend. I don't want to end up losing Regina too over my fears, so I called her."

A smile lit my face as I hugged her again, "I'm so proud of you Lily," I said.

"Have you guys seen Declan recently?" I asked as we continued down the halls. Shocked stares sprung at me along the way. I rolled my shoulder back, holding my head up high.

Quinn's face dropped, "I think there's something wrong with him. He seems depressed. I went over to his house last night and he wouldn't even talk to me," she shook her head.

I nodded, absorbing the information. I'll have to go see him again, to get some answers. A small part of me still believes in that part of him that was my friend.

After the bell rang I texted Victor letting him know I would be home a little later. Getting in the car I drove to Declan's house and knocked on the red oak door.

I bit my lip nervously as the door creaked open, an unrecognizable Declan standing behind it. There were dark circles and bags under his eyes. His skin was paler, his hair messier than usual, and his eyes stood lazy.

He lifted an eyebrow, surprised to see me standing at his doorstep. "Can we talk?"

He blinked, eyes full of disbelief. He blinked again, sure to make sure I was there. Gulping he opened the door further and led me to his living room.

I sat down on the couch across from him. My fingers fumbled with my car keys. He stared blankly, waiting for me to start.

"Do you love Quinn?"

His eyes widened, sitting himself up straight to the question. I waited two whole minutes for his answer. I could hear the clock mounted on the wall, tick. For 120 sec his mouth stayed open, gaping like a fish.

"Because if you are not 100% into Quinn, you can't give her what she needs. You don't deserve her." I stated simply. "What she deserves is someone who's not going to continue to harbor feelings for another girl, much less her friend. She doesn't deserve someone who spends their Tim plotting how to kidnap their friend all because he's in love with her."

He held his head down in shame, his arms draped over his knees.

"You need to break up with her Declan. I want my friend to have the best and I don't think you possess that for her. I think you should get some help too. Although I'm seriously pissed at you I don't want you to end up in a bad place." I admitted.

He lifted his chin, "Does that mean we can go back to being friends?" He asked hopefully.

"It means I forgive you, but I can't be friends with someone who went out of their way to hurt me. You scared me Declan, do you understand?" A knot twisted in my throat as I tried to push the pain down.

" I'm sorry," he barely whispered, a tear rolling down his cheeks. "I just can't control my emotions sometimes and they get the best of me. I can change," he says.

I massaged the headache beginning to form in my head. " I know you can and I want you to. But I think you should keep your distance from all of us and work on yourself. Being your friend isn't supposed to hurt so much," I empathized, placing my hand over my heart.

"Take care of yourself Declan," I stood from the couch. Leaving one of my best friends behind and crying, I shut the door and took myself home.

Later on that night I got a call from Quinn sobbing over the phone. I invited her over and let her eat all the ice cream and pizza in the world while she vented to me.

I sighed as I ran my fingers through my sleeping friend's hair. She passed out on my lap, after so much crying. My heart felt heavy watching her peacefully sleep.

A soft knock at the door pulled my gaze to Victor as he sauntered in. He saw Quinn's sleeping posture and sat on the opposite side of her. "What's wrong with Quinn?"

"Declan broke up with her," I sighed.

He shook his head, rubbing the side of his jaw, "asshole."

I nodded my head solemnly. Victor leaned back on the couch guiding my head to lay on his shoulder. Planting a kiss on the middle of my forehead we both sighed as we stared into space.

His hand ran up and down my arm and even I didn't notice the trance it had pulled me in as my eyes lulled closed.


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