Maybe, There is a Happy Ending

Chapter Eight

Veronica's POV

Eavesdropping. Whether you want to admit it or not, everyone does it. It's a secret way of finding out general information on a thing or on someone you hate. It could also cause problems if you are careful and discreet.

Me eavesdropping on Sam and Axel has let me find out real juicy information. Sam and Mitch. Their friendship can potentially turn into a romantic relationship. I'm really happy, for both their sakes. But inside, I wish I could be in their shoes, experience what it is like to be in a relationship.

After my so called rebellious actions, I head back into my bedroom and flop onto my bed. I flip over onto my back to check the time on my bedside clock. Ten-thirty. I decided to end my day now but before doing so, I tip-toed down to the kitchen to retrieve a glass of water.

Marie was in the kitchen oasis when I get there. She was sitting at the bench, flipping through the paper pages of a world-wide newspaper. She flips a page midway before an article catches her eyes, dropping the page she was going to turn. Her eyes widen.

I try to stay silent so I can sneak behind her and read what she is so engrossed in but not everything turns out as planned. I smack my toe on the edge of the wall, making pain shoot up my whole foot.

"Shit." I hiss. I look back in Marie's direction and her eyes are looking right at me, concerned. "You alright?" she asks. I limp over to the fridge while nodding in response.

"I'm fine, just hit my toe of the edge, there. I'm alright." I explain. Her eyes narrow a little, as if not believing me but when she couldn't find anything on my face, she sighs, going back to her newspaper. I keep my gaze on her a little longer, watching as her eyes quickly scan over the bold words.

I collect a water bottle, deciding against the glass and unscrew the cap. Just as I was about to, Marie called me over. "Veronica... um... you might want to see this." Her voice was all shaky, like she was scared or even shocked.

Ignoring the tone of her voice, I walk over hesitantly, preparing myself of what my eyes will see. As I look over the shoulder of Marie, my eyes widen.

A huge coloured picture of my parents was inked on the paper. Underneath it in big, bold writing reads 'Abusive Parents sent to Jail'. My eyes were welling up with tears as I lock my eyes back on the picture. If you didn't read the subheading, the both of them look innocent, like they never abused their now only child for so many years.

I don't know how long I kept my gaze on the picture, I focus on the article, scanning over it.

'Two local parents from New York has been sentenced up to a decade without parole for physically, emotionally and sexually abusing their only daughter, Veronica Carter (sixteen). They had seemed to keep this a secret, telling cover up stories to doctors at the New York Hospital when Miss Carter was hospitalised. The whereabouts of Miss Carter is unknown but we have heard from other doctors at the hospital that she is now safe.'

My mind was blank, my body was frozen. I couldn't think, move or even see through my blurry vision. They got a ten-year jail sentence for abusing me. I wish I could say I was happy but I feel guilty, they have to waste ten years of their life behind bars because of me.

Oh no, what will happen after ten years? Will they come to find me and start the abusing again? Will they finally just let me live my life, the way a young girl should live her life? All these thoughts were rushing through my mind.

It wasn't until Marie touched my shoulder in a comforting manner that I came back into the real world. Marie didn't have a look of pity on her face thankfully but her eyes were full of worry, concern and a bit of love.