pretty screams

seven.

Vienna

(cw; violence, rape, major injury, self harm, mentions and reference to eating disorders, swearing)

Vienna felt like she had been walking for hours when she finally made it to the gravel driveway she was looking for. She walked over to the drain pipe and began to pull herself up until reached the ledge. Vienna rolled over the side, extremely ungracefully and scraped her side again, "FUCK- shit, shit, shit." She stopped wasting time and knocked on the window repetitively until the curtains opened.

She wasn't greeted with a face, but instead with the most defined abs she'd ever seen paired with a just as perfect v-line. There was a towel low around his waist barely covering half his thigh and he was still shining with water. She shook her head and remembered whose window she was at and looked up to see him staring back down at her worried, but all she could really notice was his dripping hair draped over his face. They made eye contact, Vienna found him smirking down at her knowing she had been staring. He pulled the window up with no effort and grabbed her arm softly to help her through the window, she leaned into his touch and could feel his eyes bearing down on her. She was exhausted and in pain and would take comfort from just about anyone right now.

She took a step back, she was crying again. His smirk dropped almost as quickly as it came. He pulled her over to his bed and sat her down, "What happened?" Vienna just shook her head and cried harder, it hurt too much for her to even talk right now. "What is it? What happened, Vienna? V- Was it Billy? What did he do I swear-"

"No... it wasn't his fault..." She lifted her shirt up and showed him the damage. He sighed.

"How?" He looked concerned, then his eyes flicked to her neck for a moment. Shit. They made eye contact again and he looked even more worried than he had been before. "So it was him? What the fuck. Vienna I don't trust him."

"Steve it wasn't like that, he didn't even notice he'd broken them."

"What- I- V how is that your defence, what you guys fucked and he didn't notice he'd hurt you?" He pulled her hand away from her side and took it in his, "How are you not seeing that this guy isn't good for you. Stop seeing him."

"Ok first off Mr Harrington, you have no say in who I see and who I don't. Second off, it's more complicated than that now, I can't just stop." She shuffled away from him ever so slightly and pulled her hand back.

He looked confused, "I know I don't get a say, but what do you mean it's more complicated than that? You guys are just hooking up... no?"

"Well yeah but-" The realisation hit her like a truck, they weren't just 'Hooking up' anymore. Billy asked her to be his girlfriend and she said yes. "We were...but-"

"Holy shit. He asked you out. Are you out of your fucking mind Vienna?" He laughed and so did she. She buried her face in her hands, he was completely right. She was in way over her head with Billy.

"I didn't mean to say yes, it just kinda came out. I couldn't say no, especially not then." She flopped down on the bed a little too hard, immediately regretting it as she curled up into a ball and groaned in pain.

"Here, come lemme take a look." She let him pull her closer to him and led down with her head on his pillows. She pulled off her shirt completely, which he clearly wasn't expecting her to do so early on based off of the look on his face. She chuckled as she laid the shirt back down over her breasts and rolled over onto her good side to let him take a look. She heard him shuffle down the bed, clearly struggling to keep his towel up as he did so.

"Harrington?"

"Hm?"

"Put some pants on." He laughed at her and walked over to the dresser to grab some. He picked up some boxers and another pair of joggers, and she rolled back over onto her back. Before he closed the door he threw a pair of boxers at her, hitting her square in the face, and slammed it shut behind him. She scrambled to get them off her, "THE FUCK HARRINGTON."