The Morning After [Victuri] ✔️

The Heart of the Matter

I had no phone to call for someone to pick me up, no keys to get inside even if I had managed to get back to Phichit's house. All I could think about was that I needed to get away. At first, I thought that Jake would stop once I was out of the house, but no. Cupping his bruised balls, he stumbled out of the front door, yelling my name down the street so loud the neighbours could hear. I was scared, it was inching towards twilight as the sun began to dip behind the roofs of houses. And that's how I ended up one street over and outside Victor's little house - where he keeps petrol in his shed for his lawnmower and changes with his bedroom door wide open, no matter who is in the house.

Panting, I quickly knocked on the door. There was no sign of Jake as I looked from left to right, but that didn't ease my anxiousness. What did, however, was when the door cracked open and I saw a glimpse of Victor's face through the gap. I didn't even wait for him to finish opening it before I pushed it myself and wrapped my arms around his neck. Inhaling that intoxicating scent of vanilla, I buried my face into his neck.

"I'm sorry," I choked. It was the first think out of my mouth and I don't even really know why. Carefully his arms wrapped around me too and he rested his chin on top of my head.

"What are you sorry for?" He asked.

Refusing to let go, I felt a lump rising in the throat and water rushing to my eyes, "Jake," I whispered.

"You're really asking for it, aren't you?" A low voice growled from behind me. I flinched and tightened my grip, nails digging into Victor's shirt, though felt him tense with each word that slipped Jake's lips. "You stupid fucking teacher! Why wouldn't you just listen to me?!"

Victor blanched a little, pulling away from the hug and drawing me behind him so he could face Jake. I felt like I should say something, it was my fault Jake was here and now he knew everything. But my lips were frozen.

Victor's hand snaked into mine for reassurance.

"Even after the headteacher? Was that not enough for you to back the fuck off?!" Jake took a predatory step forwards and I found myself glancing between the two. What was going on?

"I'm not going to be intimidated by a stupid teenager," Victor retorted, his thumb beginning to stroke circles into my hand.

At that, Jake stuck a hand into his pocket, a menacing grin plastered on his face. A second later, his hand emerged with a sleek black phone. I heard the keypad beep three times before he pressed it to his ear and Victor's jaw clenched at the action.

"Hello. . . yes. . . I'd like to report an incident. . . I have reason to believe that my boyfriend is sleeping with one of our teachers. . . " Victor went to grab for the phone but Jake backed away teasingly, a finger held up to tell him to stop, "I don't know, I think maybe he was forced. . . uhuh, yeah. . . I'm with them now, caught them. . . He's eighteen now but it started when he was seventeen. . . I'm aware, yes. . . You can track the call?. . . Great!"

Another harsh beep sounded and the mobile was slipped back into Jake's pocket. "Yuri will just tell them that you're lying." Victor was trying to sound calm, I could tell, but I still didn't understand what was going on.

"D-Did you blackmail my boyfriend to break up with me?" I asked, voice cracking. When no one answered Victor squeezed my hand, gaining my attention, his eyes were cast downwards. I knew in an instant it was true and I recalled the conversation I'd had with Victor about becoming Jake's friend. I felt like such an ass.

In a moment of weakness, I felt my eyes drop too. Glaring at Jake, Victor wrapped an arm around my waist, earning a nasty grumble from my ex. "You have no right to touch him like that," He said.

I gently tugged the back of Victor's shirt, urging him further inside so that I could slam to door in Jake's face. With a shove, it swung forcefully, but it never slammed. Jake stuck his foot in the gap, hissing when the door collided with bone.

"Really, Yu? You wouldn't be a good little slut with me but you'll go and fuck him one more time before the cops arrive?"

"Get the fuck out of my house!" Victor snapped. He released me in his fury, standing up tall in an attempt to intimidate. When Jake didn't move out of the way of the door Victor shoved his chest.

It was a bad move and I knew that. In an instant, Jake retaliated. His knuckles collided with Victor's jaw and our teacher was sent stumbling back a few paces. A hand clamped to his face and he glared daggers at the aggressive adolescent. He looked about ready to burst, rage burning on his features as he gripped the front of Jake's t-shirt, his hand drawn back into a fist.

"Stop," I said, my voice hoarse as I moved one foot in front of the other, venturing towards them. Victor didn't punch him, but he didn't let go either. The last thing that I wanted was for this to escalate further. "Jake, leave."

Jake's eyes scanned over me before turning back to Victor and tugging himself out of the restraining hand. "You heard him," Victor threatened somewhat, "Leave."

Suddenly, there was a knock at the door. We all remained silent and Jake turned, a hand out to swing the already ajar door open.

"Hello, I'm are here following a report of possible rape," A police officer stated, eyes glancing around the room, clearly discerning between the two teenagers and Victor, the only adult in the room and with a red blotch on his jaw from where he had been hit. It would surely bruise.

"I filed the report," Jake said, "He's our teacher," He gestured towards Victor, "and my boyfriend had been showing up to school with hickeys for months," His eyes landed on me and my hands immediately went to my neck where he had been kissing me earlier, Victor noticed them too and his eyebrows furrowed. "I followed him here today and caught them at it."

"That's not true," Victor interjected, earning a scowl from both the officer and Jake.

"So you're not this boy's teacher?" Her eyes were on me once again.

"I am, but-"

"And you've been engaging in sexual activities?" Victor's mouth stayed shut this time and the police officer took the hint, scribbling words down into a notepad. "I think you should accompany me to the station." Her hands moved swiftly to the belt where she kept the cuffs and I saw Victor recoil from the sight.

"He didn't do anything wrong," I said, earning a glare from Jake but I continued anyway, "I'm eighteen, it wouldn't matter even if we were."

"In these circumstances, a teacher is in a position of trust and considering you are only just eighteen?" She raised an eyebrow, "If this did start when you were seventeen, he abused that trust. . . So we will also need the two of you to answer some questions at the station. You can come when you're ready."

She took a few steps into the house until she was right in front of Victor, she then quickly cuffed him before leading him out the door. Looking over his shoulder, he gave me a pitiful look, as if he was the one apologising and all of a sudden I was left with just Jake.

"I'm going to the station with them," I slipped past him before he had a chance to retaliate, just in time to see Victor being guided into the back of the police car. I scurried over, hoping to get in with him but my request was denied and I was forced to sit in the passenger side seat. I could see why - there was a metal grating separating us - I supposed it was for my safety.

A.N. The plan was that this was the second-to-last chapter but I'm thinking I might overrun a little. . . we'll see. I hope you guys are enjoying, I kinda feel like my writing has gone downhill but nvm x

Other news. . . I saw BTS on Wednesday and it was bloody brilliant. I was dead during 'Serendipity' and 'I'm Fine' and I cried at the end when they did 'Love Myself'.

In Jimin's words: 'I'm lovely and you're lovely. . . "