Mocked: A Marcel Fanfic

Chapter Fifty

Chapter Fifty

Veronica lays beside me, her hand resting on my heart. Fifteen minutes ago this room was filled with my ecstasy noises and a repetition of her name leaving my lips, but now things between us are simpler, calmer; beautiful.

I can't believe what just happened. To actually consider that it was real just makes my head spin. I want to think that it's just another reason to believe that Veronica has feelings for me. I mean, she has to right? Someone who does that to another person has to have feelings for them. It doesn't make sense otherwise.

"What are you thinking?" Veronica asks, softly, quietly, kind of like a simple breath of air.

"Us. You mostly. But us."

"What part of us?" Veronica turns to look up at me, her fingers tracing circles on my chest. I can feel the warmth of her, brushing away the pain of the bruises.

"I don't know, just the thought that you have feelings -should have feelings- for me. I feel like you have to have feelings for me in order to...you know."

Veronica laughs and sits up. "Give you a blow job? You can say it Harry. It's not a bad word."

"I don't like to say it. It makes me feel awkward," I mutter and squirm on the bed at just the thought of saying it. "It's dirty."

"Dirty?! Harry, it's a blow job. I don't think it's supposed to be very clean, if you know what I mean." She winks at me and I blush.

"How are you so calm at talking about things like this? It makes me feel really weird."

Veronica's laugh disappears and I wonder if I said something wrong. She shrugs and looks at a place above my head. "You get used to shit and begin to not care so much. It's how things are," she shrugs again.

I bite my lip. "Sorry, I didn't mean to ruin the mood."

"You didn't. Trust me, it's not you. It's just-"

Veronica cuts off when a loud banging occurs downstairs. I gasp and sit up, groaning at the pain splitting down my body. I listen to the echoing banging from downstairs, the sound bouncing around the room and ripping through the sudden silence.

"VERONICA! VERONICA! VERONICA!" I stare wide-eyed at Veronica who's staring at the door. "OPEN THIS FUCKING DOOR YOU SLUT!"

"Who is that? What do they want?" I squeal, fright taking over my entire body.

"Fuck," Veronica whispers.

"VERONICA! COME DOWN HERE BITCH!"

Veronica gets off the bed and I panic. "Don't go down there!"

She sighs and her shoulders sag. "Just stay here, okay? Don't go downstairs. No matter what."

"What?! What's going on?! Veronica! Who are they and what do they want?!"

"Just some angry guys from school. Aiden probably told them." Veronica grabs my clothes and tosses them at me. "Here, put these on and sneak out the back. Your car is parked in the garage, directly beside the kitchen. Get out of here before someone sees you."

"Sees me?! Veronica why does that matter? What the hell is going on?" I get off the bed and put on my clothes, ignoring the need to lay back down and not move. What's happening and why does she sound so passive about it?

The loud banging continues, reminding us that there are angry people outside, waiting for Veronica because of a reason that she won't explain to me. Veronica groans and pulls at her hair, looking a little distressed.