Broken (Completed and editing)

stranger in the house

​"I don't really know what love even is, and maybe I never will. All I know is that there are some smiles you never get tired of seeing, and some hands you never want to let go of, and some absences that hurt too much to ignore."

Veronica's POV:-

"No, none of this is real. I'm sure it's just the stress." I told him looking in his eyes. It seemed all so real yet I knew I was not.

"You sound so sure." his smirk and the amusement in his eyes was telling me, I was being stupid.

"You interrogating me like some police, was not enough for you now you're haunting my dreams too. Yes I take it that you're attractive but come on, you pinned me to my car today, scared the shit out of me and my brain decides to dream about you and that ass hole of all people." I was blabbering to myself more than to him.

"Veronica that is why I am here and this is all real. It's not a dream, love." He smiled and all I could think was holy shit!

Though continuing this conversation was absurd, I was angry at him, still. An idea hit me and I knew I could end this useless conversation in a flick.

"It's all one weird dream and, if it isn't then this should hurt like a bitch" Telling him this and removing my hands from around his neck, never losing eye contact, I flipped myself in his arms and closed my eyes to wait till I get back to reality.

"Woa!!! HEY-"

Instead of being poofed back to reality, I landed on the floor in a weird sitting position on the thigh of one of my legs. Oh and did it hurt like a bitch. Well that was an understatement. OF THE YEAR. My back hurt like someone just kicked my ass real bad.

I had to do that didn't I.

"Stupid. Stupid. Stupid Veronica. Had to do it. Just had to. You are the idiot of the year!" I chanted to myself, and then realized this was no dream and the man in whose arms I was seconds ago, is Aaron. What the HELL!!

How the hell did he get in my house?!?!?!? And most importantly why is he here, because last I checked he kind of wanted to kill me. And I didn't even do anything to provoke him for that reaction. Yes I was being a bitch, but come on who does what he did!?

He was helping me stand up but I pushed his hand away. ME. Still angry. "I am fine. I don't need your help."

Standing up was not the thing my legs were helping me do right now, oh God! Work damn legs! I could feel his eyes on me and to be honest I felt he was laughing at me. Ugghh! That prick. Asshole. My back was hurting so bad, I felt like crying like a kid over some stupid rash from falling. I tried again and almost fell face first and heard him chuckle at my expense.

"Don't you dare laugh at me." I snapped. Feeling completely useless of my body.

"Veronica, let me help you. You have a fever that is why you feel weak." Weak. Fever. What is wrong with him, I am fine. This time when he offered his hand I took it grunting; he snaked his arms around my back and under my legs pulling me up and walking to my bed setting me down. I wanted to groan at my stupid body reacting the way it di. My heart beat was nearly ready for the Olympics.

"Why are you here, Aaron, and how did you get in?" I asked him as I sat on my bed.

"The front door was open when I came here. You should really lock it before going to bed." he answered half of my question. I wonder where Brenda was and why didn't she stop him. It was 12:53 and Brenda usually slept late. Oh my God! what if........

What if he murdered Brenda and now because I rejected him he wanted to murder me.

Keep calm Veronica. Act like the boss. I told myself taking a deep breath. I have to find something to protect me if he came here to murder me. Taking chances would be a grave mistake. I tried to spot something in my room without him noticing it.