Vienna {h.s.}

chapter seventeen - mess

"No, no, no, no." Vienna murmured, pacing around her living room. Her breathing was extremely ragged, her mind pulsing with thoughts that came at her a mile a minute.

"I'm sorry, Via." Matty whispered from her couch.

"You damn well should be." She spat, her chest clenching. "You told me this wouldn't happen. He wouldn't come back and we could act as if it never even happened." She continued.

"I know, I'm sorry." Matty reiterated. "I'll try to keep him home as much as I can, and he'll never come to the music shop ever again." He soothed.

"You can't promise me that, Matty. You don't know if you can keep that promise, and I'll be even more upset with you if it ends up that I do see him again." Vienna warned.

"Okay, you're right. I-I'll go. I'm really sorry, Vienna." Matty kissed her cheek as he left, and she was left to the empty house.

Thoughts danced in her mind, and she sunk to the floor. Her hair fell in front of her face, and her breathing started to stutter. She was so nervous, so afraid of what was to come.

Because Marcus was back, and that was never good.

"I can't do this." Vienna whispered to herself, tears streaming down her face. She could nearly feel the pain that he had caused her before, from one of the three cigarette burns, to emotional scars.

"Vienna?" Harry called, bounding up the stairs and not even seeing the beautiful girl puddled on the living room floor. "Duchess, where are you?" He questioned, as he came back down the stairs.

"I can't do this." She breathed, her breathing coming out extremely shallow and chopped at that point.

"Vienna, what's wrong?" Harry pleaded, sinking onto the floor next to her as soon as he found her folded up on the floor.

She had her fingertips pressing into her hairline, rocking back and forth on her elbows and knees. She was so distraught, so scared. Tears were falling from her eyes rapidly, and she was hiccuping on her breath.

"Duchess, holy- I need you to calm down love." Harry told her seriously. "Deep breaths, sweetheart. Let's keep it nice and easy." Harry soothed. "In." he sucked a big breath in. "And out." He pushed it out loudly so that she could copy.

She tried to, she really tried to, but as soon as the choking stopped, she couldn't breath because her sobs were to powerful. They were shaking her body on the floor, and then Harry grabbed her, and placed her on his lap. She clutched onto his shirt, and cried into his neck, and he held her, soothing her with quiet mumbles and breaths.

"Vienna? Are you okay now?" Harry asked softly after another ten minutes of relaxing her.

"I'm not okay, but I'm not in the middle of having a panic attack anymore." She honestly said. He nodded, and kissed the base of her neck sweetly.

"Why were you so upset, lovely?" He muttered.

"M-Marcus is back." She spoke, and he sucked in a breath.

"Oh my god." He whispered. He held her tighter to him, and issued her shoulder, feeling the cigarette burns that he put there under his lips. "Oh my god." He repeated, louder this time.

"I know." Vienna agreed. "I yelled at Matty right before you came over." She revealed.

"Wait, Marcus is Matty's younger brother?" Harry questioned, astonished at the fact revealed to him. She nodded, and he rolled his head back as he groaned. "Your life is a mess, duchess." He informed her.

"I know, Harry. Believe me, I do." Vienna agreed, kissing his cheek.

And her life was a mess, but he was more than willing to clean up after her.

^i'm really sorry the past couple of chapters have been so short, but i promise they'll get longer like normal again soon.^