Hell and back [Dukesaw fic]

Dont go to school

Veronicas POV

At about 3:30, we're both playing scrabble at the kitchen table, and we hear the phone ring.

"I'll get it!" Heather announces.

She runs over to the living room, picks up the phone, and starts talking to whoever is on the other line.

She says something that I can't hear and shouts back at me, "Ronnie, Mac wants to talk to you!"

I sit up, and walk over to where Heather is sitting on the couch, and she hands me the phone, and I sit down next to her.

"Hey Mac, what's goin on?" I ask, "was JD at school today?"

I fidget with the phone's cord in anticipation. Heather looks at the phone nervously, and she's probably just as anxious as me.

"Yeah, he was here today," she replies disappointedly, "are you going to skip tomorrow too?"

"I don't know yet, I'll have to talk to Heather," I answer, "thanks for letting me know though. Bye, see you-."

"Wait!" Mac interrupts me, "can you at least tell me what's going on? Like why are you and Heather staying home? Did he do something to her too?"

"Well, JD and I got into a fight..." I pause for a bit. I don't want to tell her too much, but I need to at least tell her something. I can't just lie to her forever. "And he and Heather aren't getting along well after I broke up with him... I think he's jealous of her."

I look at Heather, and she giggles pressing a kiss on my check.

McNamara gasps excitedly at what I'm telling her, "really?! What did he say to her?"

"It's kind of personal," I let her know, "I'd rather keep it to myself."

"Oh... alright," she mumbles softly, and then hangs up the phone. I can tell that she's just dying for me to tell her more. I'd normally love to tell her all kinds of stuff about what's going on with everyone at school, but this just isn't something I can tell her.

"So, what did she say?" Heather asks curiously.

"She says he's there." I sorrowfully reply, looking into her eyes, some strands of her reddish brown hair keeping them slightly covered, "Looks like he's just going to keep going to school like nothing happened."

"Well, I guess your going to have to stay home then," she insists, "I'll get your homework for you when I'm there."

"Fuck no!" I say raising my voice slightly, and she flinches. I hardly ever raise my voice. "I'm sorry, it's just I'm not letting you go to school if I can't go with you to keep you safe. I'm going with you."

"You can hardly keep yourself safe," she retort, gesturing at my wrapped wrist, "you can't go with me, I'll be fine on my own."

"I don't know if you've noticed," I say standing up next to her, and she looks up at me with an annoyed look on her face, "but your pretty tiny. You can't defend yourself."

"Like you're any taller, I'll be fine! There's other people at school, and it's not like he'll pull a gun on me in front of everyone."

"You seem to be forgetting about the stunt he pulled on the first day we saw him," I snicker, "besides, there's nothing stopping him from pulling you into an empty room, or following you home, or-"

"I'll be careful! We can't just skip school forever, Ronnie."

"I'm not going to argue with you anymore," I state clearly, "either we both go, or neither of us do."

She sits down, and lets out a long sigh.

"Well, then I guess we'll both stay home then," she answers marching up the stairs. I get up and quickly follow her up to her room, "if your making us stay home, can we at least see if Heather can get our school work for us?"

She sits down at her desk, and I seat myself on the end of her bed.

"No!" I shout, "no, no, no, asking Mac to do too much more stuff for us is the last thing we're going to do."

"Why?"

"The more we talk about this to her, the more she's going to ask, and the more likely she is to find out what me and JD did!"

"Why can't you just tell her? She suggests, "she would never rat you out to the police."

"The police isn't what I'm worried about if she finds out," I reply cradling my face in my hands as I lay back on the bed, "she'll never forgive me. I'm the direct cause of all her problems. You may have pushed her, but I'm the real reason she wanted to kill herself. You heard her on the radio that night, Heather, Ram, and Kurts deaths were the first thing she mentioned! It's all my fault."

I feel a tear drip down my face, and onto the blanket. I sniffle as I wipe it away and try to gain composure.

"Damn," Heather whispers to herself, prompting me to turn my head to look at her. I can just tell she's trying to connect the pieces of what she knows, and what she though she knew.

She stand up from the chair sat in front of her desk, and walks over to the bed to sit down on the side.

"As long as she doesn't find out, you'll be fine," she assures me. She sets her hand on my head, and I close my eyes as she runs her fingers through my curls.

"If it means so much to you, I can probably miss school for a while," she sighs in defeat.

I smile satisfied that I've won, and that she's going to stay safe with me until JD moves away. And that McNamara won't find out.

I jolt my head up slightly, as I hear the front door downstairs creak open and shut.

"Heather dear, I'm home early! I also need to have a talk with you about something, so come downstairs!" An older woman's voice, probably Heathers mom shouts.

Oh, fuck.