ChanSaw- I knew you had to be mine [Being rewritten]

Chapter 4- I'll hold you as long as you need

(Hi again, to the rare few who'll actually read this hope y'all are liking it so far and I'm using my own art againnn:))

Veronica felt her heart sink and she went cold. There was silence in the room as Veronica processed what Heather had just said. She pulled the smaller girl closer to her chest, "Wha... when? I..." she stuttered unable to think of something to say. "I'd rather not talk about it Ron..." Heather muttered, burying her face further into Veronica's neck. Veronica stroked her hair softly again as she held her. She'd be there if she ever did. "That's okay, I'll be here when you're ready." Veronica squeezed Heather gently, holding her firmly against her chest. Trying to make her feel safe. She could hear Heather's small sniffles, she kept shuffling closer to and snuggling into Veronica, pressing herself into Ronnie's hair and neck. "Is there anything I can do to help you right now?" She asked tentatively. Heather pulled herself out of Veronica's neck and looked into her eyes. Heather's own silver blue eyes glazed over by tears, her little nose red from crying.
"Just distract me Ronnie."

"Okay baby... you got any movies we could watch?" Veronica readied herself to carry her again. "Maybe you can just... make up a story or something." Heather mumbled quietly, yawning moments later. Veronica found it adorable that Heather was asking for a bedtime story, as though she were a child. She realized and took a moment to remind herself that both of them were still children technically, Heather was even a year younger than her. Yet she'd already suffered at the hands of others and behaved much older than she was. Veronica's mind was reeling as she tucked her into her sheets and made sure she was comfortable. She could see Heather was tired, there were slight bags under her eyes, emotions could be tiring things. Veronica sighed and kissed her forehead before she sat down next to her. She heard a small voice say, "You can borrow some of my nightwear Ronnie... I want you to stay." She met Heather's pleading eyes and knew she had to stay, any thoughts of leaving, slight as they may have been, were banished from her mind.

As she found suitable clothing and changed she began to plan what she was tell her. Trying to figure out what she would like, what would make her happy. She settled on an idea as she slipped into the bed with Heather. Heather rolled over and clung to Veronica like a lifeline , like she would surely die if she let go.
She held her and spoke of different times, where people no longer had to be ashamed of who they loved and of two girls who fell in love and were able to be happy with one another forever. Where everyone got to be happy and content, a perfect world. She could feel the younger girl relaxing and drifting off to sleep, her hands held onto the shirt less tightly, breaths became softer and less shaky. She stroked Heather's hair gently as she fell asleep, it was a day until they went to school again, a day until they'd see just how good they were at hiding secrets. Veronica looked down at her sleeping girlfriend and mummured ever so softly, "I'll hold you whenever and for however long you need my love." She closed her eyes and enjoyed the warmth of Heather and the blanket, the comfort of the soft bed and the smell of her.
Slightly cinnamon and vanilla, it was a warm, safe haven where she could ignore the outside and bask in the feeling of her girlfriend's hair between her fingers and the small sounds of her breathing. It made Veronica feel more at ease and comforted than she had in years. She heard small snored coming from Heather and she looked down at her sleeping face, she looked so peaceful and beautiful when she slept... like a princess in a fairytale. She began to envision a life her, their own house, maybe a cat or two, what jobs they would have, how delightful it would be to come home to her, wake up with her every morning. Maybe in future they'd be able to get married. Fuck that Jason Dean kid who she'd thought she liked, this was what she never realized she wanted. Just a simple, quiet existence. No rebellion, no extreme behavior like firing a gun in school, no need to worry about how the relationship would work with her in the Heathers. Her and Heather, together, living a life of comfort and happiness. Veronica fell asleep quickly cradling Heather, both in a peaceful slumber.

Veronica woke up on the Sunday morning to an empty bed. She was confused & concerned while still in her sleepy state. Luckily this concern was soon soothed as Heather came back into her room carrying two mugs of what smelt like coffee. "Oh you're awake." Heather said with a smile, "I made coffee just in case." She walked around the bed and set the mug down on the bedside table. Veronica watched, grinning like an idiot, and sat herself upright so she could drink. She took a sip and felt her body warm, it was perfect. "It's wonderful Heather, how did you know how I liked it?" She looked over at her girlfriend, Heather hhmmed and met Ronnie's gaze. "I overheard you telling Mac how you like your coffee while we were at her house." She sounded so smug about something so silly. Like she knew some grand fact that no one else did, Ronnie chuckled and continued to drink.

The sound of birds twittering outside and the soft sounds of sips being taken were the only sounds in the room for a few minutes. Heather set her mug down when she was done and shifted over to Veronica leaning against her shoulder. She responded by resting her head on Heather's, she would never be able to get over how soft her hair was. "Ron, shift. I wanna braid your hair." Heather lifted her head and squished herself in behind Veronica. Veronica shuffled forwards slightly giggling, "Is it really necessary Candy?" She said jokingly. Heather only gave her a light poke in the neck, "Shush, I'm braiding your hair, also Candy? Where the hell did that come from?" Veronica chuckled, "I don't really know, I want a nickname for you. Ya know... like how you call me Ronnie? It was kinda just something I thought of." Heather rolled her eyes as her fingers worked swiftly through her hair, making neat braids in it. "Lucky for you I like it, dork." Ronnie laughed, "I am a dork and proud of it." Grinning widely, Veronica wondered how Heather did it so quickly for a moment before she remembered that the Heather's liked to braid each other's hair a lot.

When Heather was done with the braids she held up a mirror for Veronica to see her work. Several braids lined her head, all beautifully done as expected. "Babes, can we go to my house now? So that my parents know I'm alive and that kinda shit?" She asked still admiring Heather's work. "Of course, let's get dressed first though, and maybe take out the braids they look kinda dumb honestly," Heather responded. Ronnie smiled and threw a pillow at her, "It was your idea dumbass" Heather stuck her tongue out at Veronica who chuckled while she took out her braids, this really was what she wanted.