I'm Here For You

Life Back In New York - Part Three

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...
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Veronica's POV

Before I could say anything else, they hung up. I can't believe this! I'm being watched and followed by some psycho! What do they even want from me? Why are they doing this? I stayed up all night wondering who was stalking me. Why they were doing it. I started to think if I've seen this person. If I gave them any reason to do this. I don't ever remember meeting someone to who I gave the wrong impression.

The next morning I woke up to my mom pulling the covers off of me. I started to think I missed my alarm and she was going to beat me again. But I looked at the clock and it was only five. Before I could do or say anything  she hit me and pulled me out of bed. She hasn't said anything which is scaring me. I would rather her be saying something than be quiet. It's scary when she's quiet. But she did say something. 

"Get up and get dressed. There is something very important we have to do. And don't make me come back here or you'll regret it," she said and left my room. I didn't question it. I knew batter than to do that. I quickly got dressed and walked out of my room. I found my parents sitting at the table. I sat down and waited for them to say something. I started to get so nervous I began to scratch at my wrist. 

Are they going to beat me? Are they going to sell me again? Are going to be using me for money as always?

All these thoughts filled my mind until they said something. And what they said absolutely terrified me. No, I can't do that again. I can't. It almost killed me last time. I'd honestly want to spend my time with them beating me than to go with those people again. I'm not gonna do it. Never again.

"Do you understand?" My father asked. I didn't say anything. "I said, do you understand?!" He yelled. 

"No,"

Presant Day

As I walk down the hall nobody notices me. Not anymore. I'm talking about the people who were my so-called friends. I still can't believe they all believed my parents. They've been friends with me for so long and then they hear one thing from my parents and think it's all true? This is all such bullshit. Although it does make sense. Why would anyone believe a thing I say?

I walked by Betty's locker and all I wanted to do was to go up and talk to her like I used to until my parents got here. Although they might be right. Why would she care about me? Why would anyone? I'm just a useless little slut that nobody will ever want. I really didn't want to be at school. There's no point at this point. 

When I got home it was quiet whiched scared me. You'd think that if my parents aren't I'd be okay. I'd feel free but at this moment I'm scared. If I don't know where they are, I don't know what they're doing, and I don't know what they are going to do with me. Yes, I'm happy but also scared. 

I stayed in my room for hours scared to leave just incase they were home. It wasn't till about eight when they came home. I just sat in my room waiting. I listened for where they were going and what they might be doing. Neither seemed to be coming to my room. I sat in the dark preparing myself for anything that could possibly happen.