Hit Me

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Toms POV

My head was pounding as I woke up from the sun hitting my eyes. V laid next to me sleeping as I tried to get up groaning. My head and face hurt bad.

"Fuck!"

Veronica rolled and stretched as she looked at me confused. "What are you doing?"

"Trying to get up, what's it look like." She sighs and hops over lifting my chin, examining my face. That's when I noticed the fingerprints around her neck, they were a deep purple, meaning new. I know that I didn't choke her yesterday.

I stand up before her, towering as I grab her head looking at the marks.

"Who did this? And don't fucking say it was me."

"No one. It was you, okay you just don't remember. You got hit really bad last night. Is your head okay."

"Who cares, I want to know what happened to you."

"You hit me and got mad, sound about right dumbass." She says sarcastically and walks into the bathroom. I dart after her pinning us to the wall.

"Was it that fucker from last night? The one that fucking hit me with a pipe. I should shoot him."

"No Tom, it wasn't him. Just drop it, he's not worth it."

"Used to be thought, your ex. He obviously still wants you."

"So lucky for me to be stuck here." She lays laughing. I slam my fist next to her face, causing her to flinch.

"I'm just telling you, I know your lying and if I ever see him even looking your direction. I'm shooting him in the fucking face." I turn away and let her go. Fucking hell.

She undresses right in front me, on purpose. That bitch, getting in the shower.

Veronica's POV

I drop my clothes in front of him getting into the steamy shower. The hot water could burn my skin but it felt good.

Tom was being a bitch this morning and for what. I'm the one who helped him last night, first fight he lost that dipshit. Now he wants to get all up on Jackson, but he is no better then him. Two peas in a fucking pod.

Shit. "Tom!" I call out opening the shower door. He walks in and smirks, I flip him the finger scowling.

"Grab me towel, please." He turns around and hands it to me, a try and grab it but he quickly pulls it away. "Gonna have to come out to get it." He thought he could intimidate me. I walk out and hold out my hand, giving him a doe eyes. I thought hr was gonna die right here, the look he gave me before walking out. Asshole.

"Hey bitch." Marie says running up to me as I walked into the kitchen.

"When did you guys get here?" I ask her as Jasmine comes to hug me.

"Early this morning, we missed you guys."

Jasmine and Marie tell us about their mini trip and such. I was a little jealous, they got to leave and see the world. Lucky asses.

George comes around the corner, scooping Marie up and kissing her. It was good to see them together again, I felt a little bad about what happened between George and I but he should be over it.

"Here, eat." Taylor tells me, handing me a plate of food. I pushed it towards George. Food wasn't really on my mind right now. There was a sick feeling that I couldn't push down. Tom comes into the kitchen sitting down, eating toast.

It was a full house again, same fucked up family. Minus one, but who cares. I got up wanting a smoke, trying to calm my nerves today about whatever.

I walked outside and lit a cig, taking in a long drag. "Pass me one?" Taylor asks as she appears next to me, holding a cup of coffee.

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