Little Death - A You Me At Six Fanfiction

Chapter 6 - The Consequence

Chapter 6 – The Consequence

‘Ambulance I'm calling you now, accidents bring the house down

Come on come on, you don't know me, come on come on, you owe me nothing’

There are few things I appreciate less than finding Scott, my known-to-be-violent, stalker ex, on my doorstep. Like cancer, for instance. Maybe. At a push.

I froze where I stood at the start of the path, hoping, praying; with exuberant desperation that he hadn’t seen me. As I backed up stealthily, I reached for the phone in my pocket. My numb fingers wrapped around the case when I crashed into the neighbour’s bin.

‘Curse you, Mrs Pemberton!’ I grimaced as over the sounds of my internal monologue, I heard my name being called in an amused voice; the kind of amusement that adults get when children do something particularly stupid and if I wasn’t so terrified of the bastard I’d punch him in the face.

I stopped my retreat and plastered a fake, sarcastic smile on my face as I raced down the path.

“Scott, hi, unfortunately nobody’s in at the moment so if you’d just leave-” I tried to push past him but he grabbed hold of my arm.

“Hey, get OFF!” I said; his grip was too tight as I tried in vain to shake him off.

“Are you not going to invite me in?” he said, ignoring what I’d just said.

“You don’t tend to invite your stalkers into your house and offer them a cup of tea, kind of defeats the point,” I bit back, his grip relenting enough that I yanked myself free. There was no way I was getting the spare key out from its hiding place with him there, eagle-eyeing my every move – if Scott could get easy access to my house…

I turned back to where he’d casually leant against the wooden pole that held up the skirt roof. The silence was deadly and crackled with tension. As I got visibly more agitated, his unnerving smile grew. Finally, I could take no more.

“What do you want, Scott?” I snapped.

He put his hands over his heart and said, “Is that how you speak to your boyfriend?”

I frowned, “What are you talking about?”

Raising his eyebrows he winked cunningly and I suddenly felt very cold. ‘What was he planning?’

“Scott, just answer my questions straight ok. What are you doing here?”

“Just wanted to see my Daisy, didn’t I?”

“I’m not your Daisy, not anymore. As I recall, it was you that cheated. I needed to be able to trust you – after what you saw –and you went and fucked it all away into some whore’s vagina. If you think I could just ignore that, buddy you’re sorely mistaken.”

His eyes, his whole demeanour darkened significantly and his smile turned sour.

“I apologised for that, what more do you want? It was an accident and a mistake and in the past and you have to keep bringing it up!”

He backed me up against the front door. My instincts screamed, ‘Danger, danger!’ but there was no possible way to escape and my lips were moving and I couldn’t stop them.

“Your cheating was the final straw, Scott. Don’t you see? You treated me like shit. You didn’t let me see my friends. You wanted me at your beck and call constantly. And I let you because I wasn’t in a good place. I even thought you cared about me when obviously you didn’t two shits about me –”

“I LOVED YOU!” he roared hitting the door either side of my head suddenly causing me to cry out. He turned his back and yanked at his hair before clearing his throat and carrying on, “Don’t presume to tell me what I feel Daisy. And what I actually came here for was to tell you to give me a second chance.”

“No chance in hell, heaven or anywhere in between,” I said, confidence only slightly higher now he wasn’t in my face.

He chuckled darkly, “I thought you might say that,” he takes a step closer again and my eyes narrow, “That’s why I’ve thought through it all, and I figured I’d have to find a way to help you get over your little prejudiced opinion of me. You’d leap over it given incentive. And I pondered and I pondered and I pondered for a while and then it struck me. What if everyone in school found out about what you did on that night? That would be very ugly, wouldn’t it? How would your ‘ickle Danny take it when he discovers you’re a criminal slut? Do you see what I’m getting at?”

I stared at him open mouthed in horror, my eyes glistening with unshed tears. My whole world collapsed around me. He was so very, very twisted. What was I going to do?

“Basically,” he continued, taking my silence as a miscomprehension, “come back to me or a little birdy will visit everyone at school and tell them your dirty little secret. It’s a little extreme, but you need the push to- ah- clear your vision as it were.”

I opened my mouth to reply but no words came out; I was catatonic. He let out a humoured breath at my expression and he let his fingers trail down my arm to which I flinched.

“I see I’ve fried that beautiful little brain of yours. Ok, I’ll be nice and I’ll give you two weeks. Two weeks to think over my offer. I think that’s fair.”

His finger stroked my cheek which I hadn’t the strength to bat away. With another warped smile he strolled down the path with an air of impudence, as if he hadn’t just taken my life and crumpled it up as casually as you would a piece of paper.

It was only when he was out of eyesight that I dared move. Quickly my fingers probed the miniscule slit at the top of the post and grasped the key. Everything in my body trembled and I told myself that I had to get inside before I broke apart. I couldn’t work the key into the hole and kept fumbling with it when the first sob wracked my body.

Eventually I got inside and slammed the door behind me. Sliding down it, I let everything topple and tears flowed freely as desolation struck me. I clutched my hair, trying desperately to think of a solution to it all. I couldn’t do it.

I needed help.

In a tear filled haze, I pulled my phone out and called the one person I needed. The one person I knew, without knowing the reasons why, wouldn’t judge me.

“Dan, it’s Daisy. I – I need you.”