Darling You'll Be Okay - Vic Fuentes fan fiction.

6

Long time no update I know. So many exams and so much anxiety. But alas, they have all finished and I want to write again:')

~bambi

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I carried on with work until it was time to leave. I collected my bag, went round the back and waved goodbye to Felix and the newbie Lisa and got into my car. The car drive back left me to my thoughts, the anticipation of what Vics intentions were, were killing me. Where was Vic taking me? When was he going to call? Was this a joke? Was he going to stand me up? 

I had had way too much experience with people treating me like I was nothing, like I was just a piece of gum on the underside of their shoe, ready to be scraped off whenever they got annoyed of me being there.

There was my first boyfriend, Jeremy, he was an abusive alcoholic, the main start of my self harm and depression. I didn't know what love was before him, he told me, love was making someone happy, putting their happiness before your own. I thought what I felt was love. He was the bad boy, the weed smoking, whiskey drinking bad boy, intriguing, dangerous and oh so gorgeous. He'd get me to get him a whiskey, carry his marijuana around for him, run errands, etc. If I was late from the errand, hit. If I poured too much or too little whiskey, hit. If I smoked or lost even the tiniest bit of his drugs, hit. The hitting was "to discipline me" as he put it, if he wasn't happy, I wasn't loving him properly. 
Eventually it got way out of hand. I ended up having to go into hospital, he beat me too much, for too long. It was only after I broke 3 of my ribs, my collar bone and my leg after one of our relentless fights that I decided to leave. The months after that were peaceful apart from the constant calling asking where I was.

My second boyfriend was exactly the same, you would have thought I'd learned by then.

But my third boyfriend Alexander, he was a complete sweetheart. He didn't pressure me, didn't make me pour him glasses of whiskey, beat me or disrespect me. He understood. He understood that what I had been through had affected me both mentally and physically. I wasn't going to give my body to him until I was ready. He broke down the walls.  Our relationship was brilliant until he met somebody else. At first they were friends, but then it escalated. He didn't cheat. He did something far worse. He broke my heart.
Since then, the walls have been up and I let no one in, the only person to see me at my worst in that stage was Josh. As brilliant as he was, he ripped me apart, left me for a thinner, prettier and smarter version of me. I felt like nothing.

Honestly, I didn't want Vic to be one of those guys. He was gorgeous, yes, but looks could be deceiving and I needed to be careful.

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The door slammed shut behind me, I slotted the key into its hole, locking the door. I kicked my shoes onto the shoe rack just below the mini key cupboard. Dropping my bag behind the couch, I waltzed into the kitchen hoping to grab a bottle of Arizona Tea from the refrigerator, only to be stopped in my tracks by a half naked Josh and two glasses of red wine.

"Ahh, my fucking eyes, my vision has been compromised!" I screamed clamping my hands over my eyes, conscious of the fact my brother had probably just engaged in sexual intercourse with his new girlfriend Melissa. 

"Chill Prude, just because I'm getting more than you, doesn't mean you have to be rude about it!" He chuckled, hip bumping me out of the way, being careful not to spill the wine that he had in his hand.

"Ew, get your post-sex sweaty body off of me bro" I laughed, hand still latched onto my face and over my eyes.

I kneeled down next to the fridge to pick a few things out of it in order to make myself a snack. I pulled out a bottle of Ginseng and Honey Arizona, a banana, some raspberries, strawberries and natural yogurt, juggling all of them to the counter to the left of me. I dropped them all, onto the chopping board and started cutting up the fruit and putting them into a bowl, poured the natural yogurt onto the top and then skipped over to the cupboard, pulling out the honey and squirting a bit onto the top of my healthy snack. 

Just as I was spooning the first mouthful of yoghurt when I got a call. My heart dropped to my stomach and I hesitantly reached for the phone that was vibrating profusely in my pocket. The caller ID read Mom. I dropped the phone onto the counter and continued consuming my delicious snack.

"Aren't you going to get that sweet cheeks?" Josh nodded towards my IPhone that was still ringing.

"Nu-uh" I grunted, unimpressed by the fact my mother, after all she had said to me before, was trying to get into contact with me and expecting me to pick up.

Josh sighed, picking up my phone and staring at it intently for a few seconds before sliding the lock screen opening and sighing a "Hello" into the microphone. 

As soon as a heard my mothers voice down the other end of the line my head jolted up. I glared at my older brother, mouthing a mulitude of curse words to him and giving him the bird before telling him to hang up the phone.

"Yeah Mom, I'm great thank you for asking, I have a new girlfriend called Melissa and things are going great!" he beamed down at the floor, blushing at whatever it was that the witch was saying to him. 

I picked up my bowl of fruit and yoghurt and my bottle of Arizona and began to head for my room. Josh caught my arm and handed me my phone, I looked at the screen. The call was still connected. Joshua nodded at me, trying to give his most reassuring smile but even he couldn't change my opinion of the woman some would call my mother.

Taking a deep breath, I put the phone to my ear and managed a miniscule: "Hello" 

"Dylan Marie Holiday!" She squealed down the phone "I am so annoyed with you"

"Excuse me?" I questioned angrily.

"Walking through Target today I came across a magazine with your image in it. Apparently you are some Vic Fuentes's mystery girl, surely my throwing you out would have taught you to at least clean up your act and stop you from being such a little whore" She insulted. The mere sound of her voice was making me feel sick.

"Yeah you would think so wouldnt you Mom. I've got to go, you probably shouldnt call again. If you do and I don't answer, please just assume I'm slutting it up. My bachelor is waiting for me, he's actually the third person I've shagged today, so if you wouldn't mind, I'm going to go back to sucking his dick." I hung up, proud of myself for standing up to her and taking the situation into my own hands. 

Josh winked at me and started leaving the room shouting a: "Go have fun with bachelor number three Dyl" over his shoulder and started to ascend the stairs to Melissa.