business || victor criss/it 2017

-five

i wore a tight white t-shirt tucked into ripped jeans. my usual black vans were on my feet, my makeup significantly more dramatic than normal. i pulled my denim jacket over my outfit, before leaving the house to walk to meet the boys, who were waiting on me in belch's car to avoid my parents seeing. i threw my jacket into the car, clambering in a moment later.

"here you go, m'lady." belch spoke in a fake british accent, passing me the bottle of whiskey he'd promised me. i thanked him as we drove away, lighting a cigarette as we went.

"you look good." victor mumbled from beside me, kissing my ear softly. i felt my cheeks heat up, simply shuffling closer to him as i continued to share my cigarette with him.

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*SEXUAL ASSAULT WARNING*

belch pulled up rather violently, we all jumped out of the car with various bottles in our hands. my bottle of whiskey was lifted to my lips before i was even fully inside, feeling victor's arm loosely wrap around my waist as we walked. i went to greet the faces i recognised, victor occasionally taking sips from my bottle.

"you okay?" i shouted at him over the music. he nodded, smirking. patrick had already disappeared, henry was talking to a group of girls by the drinks table and belch was talking to some of his other friends.

as the night progressed, i got significantly drunker, smoking significantly more and caring significantly less. victor had let loose a little too, beginning to socialise more and not being glued to my hip. i didn't mind though, he was pretty shy as it is and it was nice to have him so attached to me.

"you havin' fun there?" patrick laughed, his large hands holding my hips still.

"where did you go?" i slurred, turning around to smile at him.

"vic said he wanted you." he ignored my question.

"but he was just here?" i furrowed my eyebrows, beginning to feel patrick walk me somewhere.

"no, he went upstairs looking for you." he went on. i was confused, but i followed him up the wooden stairs.

"vic?" i giggled as patrick's actions grew rougher. before i knew it, i was in a bedroom.

"you gotta stop teasing me like this, doll face." he shut the door. i stopped laughing, my body tensing up. "you look so hot tonight, victor can't make you feel as good as i can."

"patrick, what's going on?" i tried to stepped back, my legs hitting the bed behind me. he pushed me down, a terrifying grin on his lips.

"i know what i'm doing, baby." he breathed against my neck. "you're gonna feel so good."

"p-patrick. stop." i instructed, laughter in my voice due to the nerves settling in. he shushed me, gripping my wrists as i tried to push him off. his lips began to attack my neck and lips, his free arm moving to unbutton my jeans.

"get off!" i screeched out, in an attempt to stop him. "patrick!"

"you'll be moaning my name instead in a second." his hand grazing against my now bare thigh.

"help! pl—" i screamed once more, his hand smacking against my mouth, shutting me up. tears ran down my temples, my body stuck beneath his as his free hand began to touch me. he began to laugh, a low, evil tone as his eyes watched me lay limp in defeat.

"patrick, what the fuck?" henry boomed. i felt the tall boy get dragged off of me. another person came up to me, helping me sit up. it was a girl, i didn't recognise her but she fixed my jeans and my shirt for me, wiping my tears while attempting to calm me down. i could see henry and victor punching patrick in the hallway, my ears ringing loudly as the stranger next to me let me cry into her arms. more boys came, and i realised patrick wasn't there anymore. henry paced up the hallway, victor wiping blood off of his face before running to me.

"i'm so sorry. i'm so, so sorry." his voice cracked, hugging me into his chest. "i'm gonna fucking kill him, i swear. i'm so sorry."

"it's not your fault." i whispered, crying still. i hugged him back finally as he rubbed my back slowly.

"what the fuck is wrong with him?" henry finally spoke again, his voice boomed through the house. victor wrapped his bomber jacket around my torso as we walked out of the house and met belch back in his car. henry was still furious, victor hugged me close and belch just began to drive.

"fuck, jayde. i'm so sorry." henry ran his hands through his hair. "i promise i'll fucking kill him myself."

"henry, dont." i said, my voice still shaking. he went off in another rant, angrily cursing and muttering to himself. we stopped at victor's house, him helping me out and mumbling a goodbye to the two remaining boys.

"let's clean you up." he spoke, unlocking his front door with his other arm still around my shoulders. i felt numb, sitting on the sink watching him run a bath for me. "there's towels up there, use my moms shampoo and stuff."

"stay." i quickly spoke. "p-please."

"oh, sure." he sat on the closed toilet seat, watching his feet as i undressed and sat in the hot water. neither of us felt awkward, the normal reactions to a boy watching a girl take a bath didn't exist in victor's body. he gently washed my hair for me as i hugged my knees to my naked chest, staring at the tiled wall in front of me. the house was silent, the gentle sloshing of the water filled the warm room.

"i'll get you something to wear." he told me, leaving the room to rake around his bedroom. i harshly rubbed my body with the towel he'd given me, wrapping it around myself securely. victor returned, handing me a long sleeved shirt and a pair of boxers. i changed quickly, pulling my damp hair into a bun and going to meet him in his room. we still didn't speak, i simply slid under his thick layer of blankets and let his arms envelope me into a hug.