I'm Here For You

Life Back In New York

Veronica's POV
I hate him. I hate Archie Andrews so much. Actually wait no, I despise him. I despise Archie Andrews. Why did he have to kiss and touch me earlier at Pop's? It brought back all the memories I wanted to forget about New York.

*Flashback to four years ago*
I obediently sat next to my father as he was having yet another illegal business meeting. I dreaded being here, the only reason I was here is because my father forced me to be here or I would get a beating.

He  made me wear the most revealing dress and I hated it. This business meeting is different from the others, I can't put a finger on it, but this business meeting is definitely different. Turns out I was right this business meeting was indeed different.  The deal was that my father gets to have the club that the business partner owns.....only if I would sleep with

My face immediately turned to a pale white, that's why he wanted me to wear this dress. Surely even my own father wouldn't let such a thing happen to me.

" Daddy, please you can't agree to this!" I pleaded with him on the verge of breaking out in tears.

Turns out I was wrong, he just ignored my pleas and agreed to the deal. As soon as they shook their hands, my father just grabbed my arm and pushed me towards the man.

The man, held onto my face, used his thumb to stoke my face and said "My....such a pretty girl, and a virgin too, looks like I hit the jackpot."

I tried to push the man away from him but he just pulled my back with a chuckle.

"There is so point fighting me, I like girls who are feisty." He whispered in my ear and dragged me out to his car and to his hotel.

In the car every time I tried to sit as far away from the vile man, he just kept pulling me towards him. We kept up this endless pattern until we reached his hotel.

Once we entered the hotel, I was quickly shoved against the wall and got forcefully kissed. I struggled to get away from him. When I did he chuckled and said " the more you struggle the more the reward is worth to me."

"No, please don't do it." I pleaded again and again with tears falling from my eyes like a waterfall.

"Oh Veronica, when will you understand? You don't have a choice, your father gave me one night with you here, so why in earth would I waste it away?"

With that he proceeded to strip away my dress, my bra and finally the last article of clothing. I couldn't even fight him as I know if I did and was successful, he would report back to my father and I would probably receive a punishment way worse than this.

He pinned me against the bed and started to rape me. It was the worst feeling I ever felt. After three Long painful and excruciating hours, he was done. He kicked me out of his room and slammed the door shut. I quickly gathered my clothes put them on and ran out of the hotel. I felt so disgusting.

When I reached home, I ran straight to the shower and scrubbed my body. I kept scrubbing and scrubbing, but I still felt so dirty, so used, so disgusting. After a while I just gave up scrubbing and continued my normal routine before bed. I accidentally cut myself while shaving, and the pain, the pain felt so good. The pain relived me from the memories, it made me feel better.

After a while the pain was gone and the memories came rushing back in. I wanted them to leave, I wanted relief from the painful memories. I quickly rushed into my room to find something sharp, and when I did, I quickly took and and slit my wrists. I was immediately relieved from the memories and the pain, the pain it felt so good, so satisfying.

I went to sleep after the bleeding stopped. I had a nightmare that night, it was about that man, raping me over and over again. I woke up, hyperventilating. Tears fell from my eyes, I hated how weak I was. I hated how I can't just forget those memories. So I picked up the blade again and started to cut myself again. This time cutting and cutting until my wrist were littered with cuts, but it wasn't enough. I needed more. So I slowly brought the blade to my stomach and slit there. It brought me the same relief that cutting my wrist brought me.

*End of flashback*
I hate that memory so much. It brought me so much pain. I just wanted to sleep and forget about about everything. Suddenly my father slammed open up and door and came into my room. I sat up in shock.

"Veronica, tomorrow you are to sit next to me for a business meeting and you will be wearing this dress"

He then threw a dress at me. I looked at it, it was yet another revealing dress.

"Please Daddy, I don't want to that again. Please, I can't go through that again." I begged him while grabbing his arm.

He threw my hands off of him and pushed me to the ground.

" What did I say about touching me? And you are going to that meeting with me no matter what. You will be helping me get that deal. Not even sure why they want you, you are just an ugly slut. But it doesn't matter, you will be helping me get that deal."  He said while kicking my stomach.

With that he left my room, and I was left alone. I just went to sleep after that, I wanted to forget everything that just happened that day.