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The death of the preacher hit everyone hard. The town mourned. The church was in shock. But his family, his wife turned into some shut in, rarely seen by even her own daughter. His only child, Victoria, was heartbroken. She began to doubt God and she did anything to draw her mother's attention from the crying. She even began a relationship with an older guy, one who made her even more depressed.
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Let's just say he has a funny way of proving his "love" for her. He has high standards that are near impossible to fill. He has strict rules and thinks only of her as a plaything or a trophy. But she wont leave him because he gives her the attention she so desperately craves. Her best friend worries so much. She tries to protect Victoria, but her boyfriend pushes all her friends away, leaving Victoria alone with only him to listen to.
-Future-
Then a new boy in town changes it all. He falls for Victoria and she returns the feelings. He helps her, protects her, nurtures her, and shows her what love should be. But can he stop her boyfriend?
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Victoria - 17 - Taken by HybridGurl - FC: Ashley Tisdale
Boyfriend - 22 - Taken by Mayadasi - FC: Kellan Lutz
Best Friend - 17 - Taken by - FC: Claire Holt
New Guy - 18 - Taken by ceh12 - FC: Andrew Garfield
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How did Kitty know? He had asked Victoria not to tell anyone, and he did not think that would be an easy thing to guess. Maybe her phone's speakers had been on - no, he would have heard the echo of his own voice that way, and more background noises. She blurted it out as soon as she hung up the phone, plain and simple, assumed Donald. Somehow, that felt just as much as betrayal as being ridiculed did. It was a rather important secret; he could get in trouble if the rumor spread, and if there was one thing you could expect in a high school was that rumors would spread. His girlfriend was a smart girl - far smarter than he was, in fact, which he was loath to admit -, and she had known that very well when she decided to confide that bit of information to her best friend. Kitty, Kitty... he rummaged his mind for that name. He did not know much about her. Victoria and she had been friends since way before they started dating, so he could remember hearing that name a few times, but it had never been anything substantial. Shopping, chatting, hanging out after school, those things girls did together. He was not even sure if he had ever met her. That was definitely not enough to determine whether she was the gossiping type. He would need to keep his eyes on that one from now on, and also push her away from Tori if he could. She sounded like someone who could brainwash her away from him if he did not act soon.
But it did not matter if "Kit" would inform anyone else or not, at least not as far as his judgement of Victoria was concerned. Regardless of the consequences, she had let someone else know about a private conversation of theirs and a request that he had explicitly called a secret, all that in an interval of ten minutes or less after the phone chat. That was unacceptable in and of itself. So that's why the little gossip was late, he supposed. And I fell for all that talk of pretending to be sick. He would not be surprised if the whole school, or even her parents, knew by now. For all he knew, they might have phoned the police already!
He was almost completely convinced of his hypothesis. The only thing that did not quite fit in was why Victoria would tell everyone if she was intending to come anyway. If she had just wanted him to get screwed, she would have simply informed the principal and got on with her business, letting the adults deal with the situation. But she had come, and was now right in front of him. Why would she bother missing class, responsible as she was? Perhaps it was only a trap. She wanted him to do something incriminating, so she could hand him to the police. There could be cops out there this very moment, waiting to break into his house and seize him. Or she could be recording their meeting. He would better proceed with caution.
"So", he began, trying to hold in his anger. "You blabbed."
And then he heard the car. His first impulse was to run and escape through the back door, as he feared it was the police. When he looked through the semi-transparent drapes on the window with the corner of his eye, though, what he saw was a black shadow, too big to be a police vehicle, driving in what he knew to be the direction of his garage. Mom, he thought, coming back home with the groceries. That made him only partly relieved. He was obviously glad he was not going to be arrested, and he was also assured that nobody was waiting outside, as his mother would have reacted to that in some way, but she could not know about his fights with Victoria, and especially not that he had forced her to come over from school while she was supposed to be in class. He pondered for a second and spoke, his voice almost a whisper.
"Upstairs. To my room. Don't talk. Just do. Now!" He dragged her by the arm to the bottom of the stairs to make sure she obeyed and gave her a light push in the direction of the steps. "When you get there, close the door. We'll talk later."
"Donald! You're up this early?", she asked, with that annoying motherly smile that made him feel like a 4-year-old again. "And... watching a cooking show?" She raised a carefully plucked eyebrow and looked from him to the screen and back to him. Damn!, he cursed inside his mind. I forgot to change the channel!
"Well... yeah, I... No, actually... uhm..." He could feel his ears turning red. "There's... UFC after this...?"
"Before 9 AM?"
"It's a rerun", he lied, while the slim blond cook on television announced that the next program featured an interview with an off-Broadway actress.
"Hmm... Right." Her lips, covered in brownish red lipstick, curled into that smile again. She's not buying it.
"I'll help you with the groceries", he offered, and left for the garage, avoiding her eyes. He usually hated leaving home with his parents or being seen helping them outside the house, because he could feel his neighbors eyes on him, and he knew they all commented about that grown up man who still lived with his mother and father, but even that was better than having Mom talk about his new "interest" in that sort of TV show. While he brought the remaining bags in the trunk to the kitchen, he glanced aside to the second story. His bedroom's curtains were still drawn, and the lights inside seemed to be off. At least she didn't do anything that could give away her presence... so far.
"Carina called in sick today", his mother informed him as he placed the bags on the counter. Carina was their maid, a short girl of 20 Donald still had hopes of going to bed with. "You could clean your room today. If you can", she suggested hesitantly. She had clearly expected her son to react aggressively to the request, and was surprised when his eyes lighted up.
"Sure!", he exclaimed, barely allowing his mother to finish speaking. "If it's just for today, I mean", he added, trying to sound bored, so his gladness would not show through his voice.
"You're acting so unusually today", she commented as he turned to leave. You can't imagine how much, he thought, closing the door so he could snatch his girlfriend's phone from the vase before going upstairs.
As he climbed up the steps, he became suddenly aware of the fact that he had never cleaned his own room in his entire life, or at least during the last decade. He hoped Victoria would be able to help him figure out what to do with the sheets. But maybe he could wait outside a little bit before going in and look through the keyhole, just to see if she was not poking around...
"So, you want me to forgive you? Well, here's your chance. Clean my room. Make my bed, put away my clothes, just make everything look clean." He felt something small and rounded pressing against the sole of his shoe, almost making him trip. "I'll let you have your phone once you've..." After stooping to see what he had stepped on, he stammered and trailed off. For a moment, he seemed about to push Victoria out of the window, but he remembered his mother's presence in the kitchen and could only pick up the syringe with a grimace, faking a calmness that was quite the opposite of what he was feeling. "What do we have here?" He put her mobile in his pocket, sat next to her on the bed and started sliding the needle up her arm, carefully controlling his strength so he would not cut, but would get very close. "It looks like some sluts don't just gossip, they nose about other people's rooms too." After reaching her shoulder, he circled it a few times, leaving a very slight and thin white circular mark, and moved it slowly up the side of her neck. "Tell me, were you looking for anything particular?" He veered the tip of the needle to the front, right below her chin, and lifted her face with it, a trickle of blood appearing where the syringe had slid. His hand was shaking because of his repressed anger, and his eyes had a maniacal glint to them. "Or did you just want to see what you could find?" Pulling her hair, he turned her head to the side and put his lips almost inside her ear. He was tempted to shove the needle inside it and give her a punishment she would never forget, but her screaming would alert the whole street, and her parents would obviously notice and get him arrested, even if she did not. Instead, he whispered almost inaudibly: "Curiosity killed the cat, Tori... I expected you to know that".
In fact, getting rid of her was already a headache, as Donald told himself miserably before throwing the syringe on the room's door, shoving Victoria to the side and nearly jumping up from the bed. Maybe this whole thing was a bad idea, he thought, and the thought left a bitter "I told you so" taste in his mouth, even though no one had told him anything. It felt as if the small responsible and rational part of his brain he always suppressed had been telling him not to do it from the start, but he had chosen to ignore it. He shoved the thought aside as well, and considered gagging it too, before letting all the air out through his mouth and moving his hand over the top of his head worriedly. He knew that, the longer she stayed there, the harder it would be not to hit her, and the more she could possibly found out about... her small discovery. He would save all his anger for a more propitious occasion, to make sure she paid for what she had done; for now, all he had to focus on was getting her as far from there as possible, as quickly as possible. He turned to look at her.
"You must leave." He could not even get himself to whisper anymore; it was all he could do not to scream. "Can you sneak out without being seen or heard, or will you fail on this too?", he asked, trying to sound severe and unconcerned, begging she would not notice his tension and anxiety; that was usually what he expected her to feel when she had misbehaved. If she noticed, she could take advantage of him, and he would hate to see such an inversion on the way of things. "There's a back door on the laundry area, it's the door next to the kitchen. I'll get my mother to my room while you hide on that bathroom down the hall, then you go downstairs while she's here and leave. Key's on the keyhole. You didn't park your car too close to here, did you?, she would have said something, and I'd have seen you coming more easily. You can probably sneak out without calling too much attention, and the curtains on my window are drawn anyway. Don't go back to school, you're sick. Don't go home, you're at school. Just... hang somewhere. But not around here. Do it!"
He started walking toward the door, but turned around again. "Oh, I'll keep this", he said, patting her mobile phone on his pocket. "Let's see what other messages you've been getting and sending. And don't think you escaped. You'll get yours... just wait."
"Uh... Mom. I dunno how to make a bed. Yeah. It's girl stuff." What a pity there aren't any girls around to help, he added to himself sarcastically, painfully aware of how pathetic his ignorance of basic daily life skills must have sounded.
"Well, it's about time you learned!", she said, that stupid smile ever plastered on her face, making Donald wonder whether all women were annoying in one way or the other once you had lived with them for a while.
"Fine, so, we're going to my room." He was not a very subtle person, and he could not wait to get her out of the kitchen and into his room, or any other room with a closed door and drawn curtains where she could not see his girlfriend sneaking out.
"Uhm... yes?" She looked as if she was starting to worry about her son's mental health. "Donald, is there anything you're not telling me?"
"What could there be? Let's just go upstairs."
Before closing the door, he coughed as loudly as he could, and closed the door a bit too noisily to make sure the sound reached the end of the corridor. He pretended to pay attention while his mother explained how he should place the sheets under his pillow after folding them, but he could only think about Victoria. Has she left already? Has anyone who knows her seen her? Is she gonna regret coming here and run to her parents like a dumb 5-year-old? He wanted his mother to be done explaining very badly, because that was possibly the most boring and girly subject she could possibly talk about, but at the same time he also wanted to keep her inside with him, lest she decided to look through the window or take out the garbage and caught a glimpse of Victoria; she could not be too far. He did not even know whether she had left the house at all, and it would be extremely hard to explain what she was doing on their laundry area during her school hours.
"...and that's all! Now, I'll undo it so you can make it yourself and show me if it's clear to you", finished his mother. "Meanwhile, I'll open these drapes, it's so dark..."
"No!", he nearly shouted, so vehemently he startled her. "I mean... I'm tired. I... maybe I can try making the bed next time. I wanna lie down a bit now, I didn't sleep tonight. Leave the drapes that way, they're fine." He lay on his bed and kicked his shoes away. "Turn the lights off before you leave." She turned around to do so, but he decided it was better to be on the safe side and hold her a bit longer. "Wait, Mom?"
"Yes?"
Shit! I should've thought of something to say before calling her back! "Er, tell my father I'll skip muay thai today, if you see him." It was a pointless thing to say, since he believed his father could not care less about his training schedule ever since his expulsion from the professional mixed martial arts team, but it was all he could think of. "And close the door."
"OK, darling, I will. Sleep well." With that, she left the room; luckily for his masculinity, she had at least not thought of kissing him good night (or morning, for that matter).
Donald yawned as he hid Victoria's mobile phone under the pillow of the double bed he was not going to use. Maybe sleeping was not such a bad idea. He closed his eyes and felt himself dozing off, in spite of the energy drink he had had before his girlfriend's arrival. There was nothing he could do to conceal her now anyway, and her text messages would still be there later... Less than a minute after that, he was asleep.
"Kit! I need you! Meet me at the park next door! Bring newbie if you have to but please hurry!" Send.
Short and urgent. Kit would be there in no time. Tori logged out and left the library, heading towards the park again. She would sit at the picnic place, the same table Kit and her always went to. It was theirs, and had their names to prove it. Kit And Tori's Table! had been carved into it from many years ago. She ran her fingers over the forever dented wood and smiled. Atleast some things would never change.
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Getting to the park, she sighed seeing Tori sitting at their table. A soft chuckle escaped her lips as she remembered that day. Getting out of the car, she rushed towards Tori, "Tor!" She called out as she was close enough. Her arms were held out for a hug, she had known Tori wasn't sick...maybe she was....but not physically sick. Kit smirked, "I knew ya was sick in da head...but that doesn't give you an excuse to skip school babycakes." She said in a teasing manner.
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He rolled in bed to face the other side of his room, where the wall clock was. He was shocked to see that it was already 1:47 PM. Damn! I won't make it to the gym in time today, he thought. But what exactly would he miss? He was not sure whether today's training was muay thai, or kickboxing, or karate...
After stretching lazily and yawning, he reached for his mobile phone on the cabinet to find out what day of the week it was, only to see that it was not there. When he was about to get up and look for it, he saw something else that was not where it should be. He must have shoved it aside with the door when he opened it, and now it lied on the corner, inconspicuous except for when the wind blew on the drapes and the light shone upon it, making its thin metallic needle glister. Suddenly, he remembered everything: the call from his girlfriend, his asking her to leave school and come over, her finding out about the syringe, their argument, her escape behind his mother's back - the last few hours before his falling asleep that had completely vanished from his mind after his awakening were now back, and with them the worries. Where is Victoria now?, he wondered, hoping that, wherever she was, she had at least kept quiet about the whole story. If anyone else came to know of it, he could be in for some jail time.
He opened the curtains and looked through the window, half expecting to see police cars in front of his house. His street was as quiet as it always was, though. Somehow, that made things worse: he found it extremely annoying for the outside world to be so calm when his own mind was rushing through several worst-case scenarios.
Walking back to bed, he decided that would be a good moment to take a look at Tori's phone; her text messages and missed calls would show whether people were looking for her. He took it from under the pillow he had used to conceal it and pressed the biggest button to light up the screen, but nothing happened. He tried again, without success. Funny; I could swear it was on. He pressed the power button, and was relieved when a picture appeared on the screen, as that meant he had not broken it in his sleep to make things worse, but seeing that it was an "out of battery" symbol put a damper on his mood. Isn't anything going to work today for a change? He could not charge it because it was a different model from his and he did not have the right charger, so there was really nothing he could do about it; Victoria would get away with anything she was hiding there that time. He put the girl's phone in his pocket, next to his own, so his mother would not chance upon it if she, too, decided to poke around his room, and threw the syringe away after wrapping a napkin around it. That reminded him he had some... business that day, and not far from Victoria's school. If she had lied to him and gone back there, maybe there was still time to find out; he believed school was not over yet.
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