Broken (Completed and editing)

I am Changing.

"The ones who notice the storms in your eyes the silence in your voice and the heaviness in your heart are the one you need to let in"

Veronica's POV:-

Even after all this time I am not used to my room, I have spent all my life in here, still. My butt hurt so badly, and then there was this laughter. It was familiar and it was at this moment I realized how angry Care feels when she slips or falls and I laugh at her.

I wanted to rip out his lungs "I will kill you, SHUT UP"!!!! I all but shouted at him, suddenly the lights turned on and I blinked a few times trying to adjust to the exposure.

The large grip on my arms from behind me, made me realize that I was being pulled up. When I was on my feet he spoke "There, you okay"? whispering in my ear from behind fanning the hot breath on my ears sending shivers down my spine. Even my ears had goosebumps.

"Yeah I'm fine, Aaron" was all I could say; his closeness did not go unnoticed by my senses. I was frozen to my spot; I wanted to move away but could not. Losing his grip on my arms he slid his hands downwards, I was so thankful that the fabric didn't let our skin come in contact, or his touch would've burned me. I could feel the body heat emanating from him. Every inch his fingers trailed down, I could feel it in my bones.

"You kept your hair down, as I like them. Still sure you don't want to go out with me." he put one of his hands in my hair and slid his hand down while the other was still holding my wrist. Every move he made, ignited a fire in my body, and all this fire came from my lower abdomen. It was like a mad house in my stomach, now I know what it was like having butterflies in your stomach.

"Only in your dreams" I forced out of my mouth and his deep throaty chuckle had my toes curling.

"You know what I like about these rays of sunshine." Suddenly my tongue had deserted me and I could only produce a questioning sound which was pathetic. His fingers were still in my hair. They gathered all the hair on one side and pulled them away from my neck. "When they're up I can do this." he trailed a finger from my neck to my shoulder and then I felt his lips on my neck.

Soft and warm, he kissed all the way to my shoulder. I was as if a statue. I felt every second elongating as his lips moved down. "Your neck is like a guitar string. Delicate." he ran his finger down my arms and down to my waist. "And this is the body of a guitar, just beautiful. Sexy." It was then I smelled it.

He was drunk. 

Quickly taking two steps further I put some distance between us and semi turned towards him, but he was still holding one of my wrists and he jerked me back, gasping in surprise I planted both my palms on his chest, I was flush against him. His firm hands now on my waist.

I couldn't meet his gaze; if I did I wouldn't be able to keep from staring in his green eyes. But that's what exactly I did; his eyes were so beautiful, those green orbs, they demanded attention. Suddenly I felt something jerk against the area below my waist; and I could feel heat creep up my face. His member was making its presence noticeable.

I looked away from him to hide my beetroot shaded face, and then he tipped my chin up and spoke "You have no idea what you do to me. It's maddeningly hard for me to think anything else. What are you doing to me." his breath reeked of alcohol, his words sending delightful shivers down my body.

I closed my eyes for a moment but then this voice screamed in my head "Veronica what are you doing, did you forget he only wants one thing from you. All these men want only one thing, wasn't this why you were crying moments ago." opening my eyes I pushed away from him flinching at the sudden absence of his body heat and guilt from the hurt in his eyes.