I'm Here For You

Life Back In New York - Part Two

Veronica's POV
I woke up in a dark room. I tried to look around me with the little light coming from under the door. I could tell I was in a small room with hardwood floor, there was no window just a door and a small pile of rags in the corner. My eyes scanned around the room hoping to figure out where I am. The door suddenly slammed opened and I jumped.

"Get up slut!" The figure demanded. "The boss wants to see you."

I got up and followed the man. I knew perfectly well if I didn't follow the instructions I probably would end up getting beaten up. The man led me to a room and led me inside, inside I saw them. What were they doing here?

Jessica walked up to be with a smirk on her face. I gulped and kept walking backwards until I hit the door. Fuck! If I wasn't trapped earlier I am now.

"Hiram and Hermione I trust you will be taking your leave now that you see Veronica has no way of escaping here." Jessica said.

"Yes we will, expect your payment to arrive in a few days time." With that they left the room.

Jessica gripped my face and forced me into a kiss. Every time I tried to pull away from it she'll just kiss me back even harder. It reminded of what she did back in New York.

Flashback (3 years ago)
As I walked around the hallways after school, I felt like I was being watched again. I quickly snapped my head behind to check if I really am being watched, all I saw was an empty hallway. I have been feeling like I'm being watched for a while month now, it's really been unnerving me. I quickly walked to my locker to put away my things trying to shake of the feeling, I was probably just tired. When I opened my locker, a picture fell out. I picked it up and looked at it, I gasped it was a photo of me in my room laying on my bed. It was taken from the tree that was outside my window. I turned the photo around to see writing. It read 'you are so gorgeous Veronica, even when you sleep - J'

I didn't know who 'J' was but whoever this is, is most likely the one that has been watching me. It unnerved me that I was being watched and that I being watched when I'm in my room. I kept my things into my locker and headed home. As soon as I reached home, my father dragged me into the living room and threw me against the wall and beat me up. It's a routine, I arrive home and he starts to beat me up, after he's done my mother takes over. This has been the routine for as Long as I remember. They say that I'm worthless, a mistake, how I was not the perfect daughter they wanted and that they are beating me up because I deserve it.

After they was done beating me up, I quickly staggered into my room with tears in my eyes. Why can't I be the perfect daughter they wanted? What did I do wrong? I wish I can just be the perfect daughter for them, then they would love me. As I walked past my window, I spotted something. I opened the window and saw that it was yet another photo, this time it was me a few days ago in the locker room alone changing, with multiple bruises and cuts littering my body. My hand shook as flipped the photo, there it was again the same handwriting. It read 'You look so gorgeous Veronica, those bruises and cuts makes you even more gorgeous, it's such a pity that it wasn't me who caused them. But they will be when I finally have you- J'

Fuck! How much does this 'J' person know? How long has 'J' been following me? And what does this 'J' person want from me?

I sat down at my desk and started to do my homework. When I opened up my textbook I see yet another fucking picture of me. It was a picture of me from last year outside the hotel room of that man that I was forced into. The image sent chills up my spine, the memory of that dreadful day came rushing back to me. I need to get rid of those memories again, all I need is my little friend to help me out and they'll be gone for a while. Just a few cuts and they'll be gone for now and bring me such beautiful relief from painful memories. I went to the bookshelf and opened the book with a secret compartment in it, there laid my sweet little friend. I picked it up and drew it across my arm, again and again. The pain started to set in, clouding my thinking, forcing the memories away temporarily. A small smile appeared on my face, relief at last, well for now.

My phone buzzed. I picked it up to see a text from an unknown number. It was a picture of me, me cutting myself a few minutes ago. There was also another photo of me kissing my ex girlfriend. With them was a text that says, 'I wonder what your parents would do to you if the Learnt you are cutting yourself and kissing a girl. I'm sure they wouldn't like that one bit. But don't worry I won't tell them, well for now unless you call me.- J'

My hand trembled as my finger hovered over the call button, should I really be calling him? He's clearly a psychopath. I received a text from him again. It read 'I'm not kidding with you, I will tell your parents unless you call me.' Frightened of them finding out I quickly called him.

"Hello Veronica, so nice of you to call me." an eerie voice answered.

"What do you want from me."

"Blunt aren't you? But I want you. I've taken a liking to you for a while now."

"You can't have me, you psychopath."

"Well that's no way to talk to someone. But I will ignore you said that, anyways like I said I will eventually have you Veronica."

To be continued...