Hell and back [Dukesaw fic]

Bathroom fight

Heather Dukes POV

After I spent most of my morning before school in my room, I climb into my car to drive to school. I tried to argue with my mom, but it was really no use. I debate on whether or not I should just drive around town all day. Maybe just pick up Veronica, and ditch town all together. I eventually just settle on going to school like I'm supposed to.

I've got my future at stake if I don't pass high school. Then again, I've also got my life at stake
if JD figures out where I live. And Veronicas life. The thought sends a shiver down my spine as I hesitantly pull into the school parking lot. I'd normally show up early to go to the library, but it's probably best to show up when the most people are around.

As I walk into the building, I hide amongst the crowd of other kids. I look over the sea of heads, and I don't see JD anywhere, which seems kind of odd.

I go to my first 4 classes with no problems. I don't have any classes with him, but I thought I'd at least see him in the hall. Strange.

Later at lunch I find Heather, and we sit at our regular lunch table, along with a few other people I didn't really know.

"Hey, I thought you weren't coming to school today," McNamara notes, "you said you and Veronica wanted to skip and avoid JD because of... well, y'know."

"Yeah, I know," I reply sullenly as I rested my chin on my hand, "I was going to, but my mom came home from her trip early, and I kind of had to."

"Well that sucks," she answers taking a sip of her milk, "are you just going to confront him at all? Like, tell him to leave you and Veronica alone?"

"Hell no," I reply with a small chuckle, "I'm definitely not doing that."

Even in a crowded school hall, I'm not going to risk anything. The son of a bitch already wants me dead and I don't want to know how far he's willing to go.

We spend some time chatting for a bit throughout the rest of lunch, which was nice. I still can't wrap my head around what I had done to her. All just to impress everyone else. The thought makes me sick to my stomach.

After lunch, we part ways, and I headed towards one of the more crowded bathrooms. I need to go into one of the stalls, just to take a small break. All this worrying about running into JD, and guilt about McNamara again. And knowing what really happened with Chandler. It's just way to much for my mind to process. I sit in the stall in silence for a while.

When I get up to leave, I notice there's nobody else in the bathroom, and I'm probably about to be late for class. I turn down the little hallway that the door sits at the end of, but I'm stopped dead in my tracks by a large figure I quickly recognize by the long black trench coat.

I'm absolutely petrified, yet also curious as to what he's doing in the girls bathroom.

"Wha- what are you-" I stammer out, but I'm cut off as he shoves me hard into the wall.

He roughly holds me by the shoulders against the wall, and blatantly states, "listen, I don't know how much you over heard that one night, but you better keep your mouth shut about what you do know."

"And if I don't?" I retort, my voice shaky.

Is he really gonna kill me right here, right now? I think to myself. It wouldn't be the most convenient place to kill someone

"Well, let's just say your life won't be the only one on the table," he sneers, and continues on, "Veronica won't always be here to protect you. One day she'll get tired of you."

"She would never leave me!" I snap back , "And someday soon, you and your dad are gonna pack up and leave Sherwood forever, and she'll still be here with me!"

"Oh, you think I'm going to leave with him?" He snickers sickly pushing harder on my shoulders, "I'm not going anywhere until Veronica is back with me, and this town is completely free of assholes like you."

I swallow the lump in my throat, and feel my legs trembling. I hold back tears as he goes on, eventually loosening his grip a little. Just a little.

"I'm not going to just shoot you right here, since I doubt I'd be able to get away with that, but that doesn't mean it isn't going to happen," he continues ever so casually with a twisted smile on his face, "soon you'll be nothing more than a bad memory."

He lets me go and leaves, but not before kicking me in the shin, and shoving me down one last time. I sit on the bathroom floor in shock, and In pain, still trying to process everything. I still need more time to comprehend all of this, but I'm not sure how much I'm going to have left. There's so much going on, but the only thing I can do is just get up, and head to class.