meant to be yours // heathers au // EDITING

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Veronica's POV

I woke up much later with a splitting headache. I opened my eyes groggily and found that I was tied down to a mattress in a very dark room. The cold on my body instantly told me that this was a basement.

I tried to open my mouth to scream but found that I had some sort of cloth in there, preventing me from making any noise. Something in my body told me to fight, so I did. I thrashed around in my restraints with the hope that someone, anyone, could hear me. After a few minutes, JD emerged from a door on the opposite wall with the flip of a light switch.

Perhaps I should have been more specific on who I hoped would come find me.

"Finally, you're awake." JD commented. I tried to reply but again, it came out muffled from the gag in my mouth. "Let me take care of that for you." He offered, untying the cloth from behind my head. It was when he sat it down beside me that I realized he had ripped my skirt to get the fabric.

I opened my mouth to scream, but JD's hands were already there. "No screaming or it goes back in." He warned. I gave him a small nod, agreeing to his terms. He slowly pulled his hands away in case I made any attempts to shout anyways. When he saw that I didn't, he mumbled some quiet praise to me.

"Where the fuck am I?" I demanded to know. I was furious with him but I knew that getting nasty wouldn't do much of anything with JD. It never did.

"You're not going to get any answers with language like that." JD informed me.

"Oh, fuck off." I snorted, rolling my eyes. Before I could even open my mouth to speak again, there was a smack across my face. I blinked back the tears that welled up in my eyes.

"Either talk to me nicer or you won't speak at all." JD threatened, his voice dropping the vague politeness it held moments ago.

"That hurt." I mumbled, biting my lip to keep those tears back.

I had expected JD to comfort me and apologize, the way he has before when he's hit me. Instead he gave me a sinister smile. "I know." He said, his voice damn near evil.

"Why am I here?" I asked, trying to ignore how mean he was being to me. It was damn near impossible as his eyes held that cruelty.

"So I can make you love me again, my dear." JD answered, the smile switching its tone to be much sweeter. His hand that had all of his fingers stroked my face gently.

"What happened at Westerburg?" I asked, ignoring his comment about making me love him as I pulled my head from his hand. He frowned at me but it didn't last.

"Oh baby," He smirked at me. "I blew that shithole up." He chuckled darkly.

I could feel my chest heave as I started to cry. There was nothing I could have done differently, I know that. But he still committed mass murder. He killed everyone I've known since kindergarten.

"Why?" I asked through my tears. JD wiped one away, starkly noticing the way I yanked away from his touch despite its gentle nature.

"Because they made you hate me." He said, as if it was a justified reason to kill hundreds of teenagers.

"You made me hate you." I informed him. The hand he used to wipe away my tears slipped up to my hair, grasping a bunch of it in his hand and yanking on it.

"I didn't make you do anything." He hissed at me. "But I will. I'm going to make you love me again, one step at a time." He added, his tone finally able to be described as pure evil.

JD's POV

"What are you going to do?" Veronica asked me, her eyes wide with fear.

I kept my hand in her hair as I leaned down to kiss her. She tried to pull away and fight me, but it wasn't going to do her much good. After all, she'd already lost the real fight. She shot my finger and I still blew up Westerburg. I won and she fucking lost.