Be Like or Be With?

Chapter 8: Comfort

Chapter 8: Comfort

Heather C's POV

(tw: mention of death threats, mention of violence, and mention of rape)

I wake up under what I thought was a blanket, but actually turns out to be a very naked Veronica Sawyer. I recall the events from last night so vividly, feeling myself heat up as I do so. So JD is going to kill Veronica, so instead of going to her family, she decided to come to me? (haha literally... yeah I'll stop) Why? There's no way she meant what she said last night, it doesn't count if you moan it, right?

(last night)

"F-fuck! I love you H-heather!"

(current time)

She's gotta be joking about that I think to myself

"Joking about what?"

Shit did I say out loud? I look at her chocolate eyes and answer with a small smile.

Nothing of your concern.

She shrugs and rolls off of me, sitting up and only just then realizing that we are both naked. Her face getting red as she stutters out

"D-did we- did we do what I think we did? Am I tripping right now? Like am I hallucinating?"

Yes Sawyer, congratulations, you had sex with the queen of Westerburg! Now the question is were you drunk? I ask, genuinely interested.

"N-no, JD said he was going to kill me and I just ran. I somehow ended up at your house, I-I'm sorry..." She says, tears rimming her eyes.

Come here, it's ok. I say, opening my arms signaling for her to snuggle up to me.

"I'm scared, Heather. I'm scared of what he'll do to me." She sobs as she collapses into my arms. I trace circles on her back, ignoring my red face from her nuzzling into my bare chest.

Shh, it's ok, I'll keep you safe, I promise. We can call the police if that would make you feel better?

She looks up at me with those mesmerizing eyes, red and puffy from the tears filling them, slowly nodding her head at me.

"I-I'd like that."

She says as she gets up and slips back into her clothes from last night. And I hate to say it, but I am a little sad that I can't look at her naked body anymore. I snap out of my thoughts when Veronica walks back over to me with her phone, sitting back onto my bed. As she's dialing 911, I get up and find today's clothes, consisting of a black skirt and an oversized red hoodie. When I'm in the bathroom, I look in the mirror and notice about 10 marks on my neck from last night's, shall we say, activities. I go to sit back on the bed and open my arms again for a hug, which she complies.

"Do you think they'll do anything to help?" she says between sniffles, looking hesitantly at the number on her phone.

They will, and if they don't, Mac's uncle is a private investigator, we can call him, ok?

She nods and snuggles into me, her head resting on my shoulder as she waits for the police to answer. I wrap my arms around her, one hand rubbing her back, the other hand is running through her hair.

"Hello? Yes, my name is Veronica Sawyer, I've received a death threat from someone at my school saying that he would kill me if I don't date him."

As she's saying that last sentence, I hear her voice start breaking. I hug her tighter and place a light kiss on her head, feeling her relax into me.

"His name is Jason Dean, and he's tried to..."

She takes a shaky breath

"He's tried to r-rape me before, but my friend stopped him. H-he's hit me and also sexually harassed me. Ok, thank you, g-goodbye."

She hangs up and sets her phone down, clinging tighter to me and sobbing into my shoulder.

Shh, you did it, I'm proud of you. What did they say?

"They said t-that they would look into it as best they could, and to go to the police station when he said he would k-kill me."

She looks up at me and asks

"Can you p-please come with me to the station t-tonight?"

Of course, I'm so sorry, I'll kill him next time I see him.

She lets out a small yet sad laugh, followed by her saying

"Heather please don't, I can't have you going to prison."

I smile softly before teasing her 

What? Do you like me or something?

She turns red and starts to cry again, shit I didn't mean to make her cry.

Hey, hey, hey I was kidding. You didn't hear it from me, but I like you Ronnie.

"R-really?"

I sarcastically roll my eyes and say

Yes, despite the rumors about me being a slut, I only sleep with people I like. I joke

She lets out another small laugh and hugs me tighter

"T-thank you. For everything."