ᏟᎪᏞᏞ ᎷᎬ! | Scream | [PART THREE IS UP]

29. He Hit Me... (TW)

She glanced up at him and slowly unwrapped the gift. She lifted the lid off of it and pulled out an expensive red lace lingerie. She felt her cheeks grow hot as she turned to look at him. He smirked softly, "I thought maybe you could try it out tonight..."

Veronica scoffed and set it gently back in its gift box, "Maybe..." She whispered.

Billy grinned and planted a kiss on her cheek, "What movie do you wanna watch?" He asked, glancing her way.

"Whatever you want." Veronica replied, picking at her nails.

Billy sat up and shuffled through the tapes before selecting one and putting it into the VHS player.

He came back and sat beside Veronica, pulling her into his lap.

But Veronica couldn't help but feel weird, almost uncomfortable. Something just felt so wrong, maybe it was the fact she felt nervous around him... scared, almost. She tried her best to shake off the feeling, but it never quite went away. She never felt like that with Mickey...

Mickey...

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The two had spent the entire day watching movies together and snuggling. Then the phone rang.

"I'll get it," Veronica said and started to stand up before Billy grabbed her wrist tightly, "Remember the rules?" He asked, locking eyes with her.

"Don't give away our address, don't say my name, don't say your name, and tell you everything they say." Veronica recited the set of rules Billy and Stu had given her when she first began to live with them, when all three were living together.

"Good girl," Billy said and let go of her wrist. As Veronica walked towards the phone her eyes watered whilst she gently rubbed her wrist, the imprints of Billy's fingers seeping into her skin.

She picked up the phone, "Hello?"

"Hello, Ronnie..." A voice sneered from the other line, the moment the tone hit Veronica's ear her stomach dropped and she started to feel sick.

"Wh- who are you...?" She whimpered, catching the attention of Billy who shot up at once and slowly approached.

"Someone who actually loves you, Veronica. I'm outside, I see you. You're standing in the kitchen wearing jeans and a green and black sweater. Billy is standing right behind you..." The caller said. Veronica quickly hung up the phone and turned around to face Billy who was behind her exactly like the caller had described. Veronica let out a small scream that was cut off by Billy's hand covering her mouth.

"Veronica..." He said sternly, "Who was that..."

"I- I don't know... But they knew my name, they described what I was wearing! They're here!" Veronica cried out, tears streaming down her face.

Billy glanced out the window to see a figure standing out in the darkness. Something inside him snapped, he knew had only himself to blame but instead ended up blaming Veronica, "This is your fucking fault!" He said and shoved her against the wall.

Veronica looked at him in disgust, "My fault?! How?! I haven't been able to leave this disgusting fucking house in like a year, you dick!"

"Shut your fucking mouth! I know you've been sneaking out, haven't you?!" He pushed her back up against the wall, his hand tightened around her throat.

Veronica tried to remove his hand, beginning to wheeze softly, "No, I haven't!"

"Shut the fuck up, cunt! Stay in the goddamn house while I go kill this motherfucker!" His hand tightened once more before letting go, leaving Veronica gasping for air.

"You sick fuck! I couldn't breathe!" She screamed, holding onto her throat and coughing.

"So fucking what?!" Billy hollered, grabbing his knife and walking towards the door.

Veronica charged at him and shoved him forwards, "I fucking hate you!"
Billy spun around and slapped her across the face, she fell to the ground. He kept walking towards the door and slammed it behind him as he left.

Veronica sobbed, holding her throbbing cheek. Blood trickled down from her lip. Images of the party where her mother beat her in front of everyone flashed throughout her mind. What had she done? Billy was a monster... He couldn't be controlled... He murdered people...

Veronica scrambled to her feet and bolted into her room, she tore everything apart. She ripped posters from the walls and knocked over her dresser, screaming and crying.

She went and slammed her face against the wall, crying hysterically. She'd been hurt by the boy she loved, he was her everything. Her nose now bled from both sides as the smell of smoke began to fill the house.

She went into the bathroom, grabbed a pair of scissors and aggressively began to chop away her long brunette locks, sobbing loudly.

Veronica stopped once her hair was at her shoulders, all messy and tangled. She laughed hysterically as tears streamed down her cheeks.

She soon began coughing as smoke seeped into her lungs, that was when she did something bad... very bad.

Veronica held the sharp edge of the scissors to her arm, crying as she did so.

She felt a sharp and cold pain grow in her left arm as the scissors dug into her forearm, she repeated the cut on her right arm. She sobbed more as she bled from both arms, then soon realized her mistake.

"Oh god..." She muttered to herself, she ran back to her room as the realization hit.

She brought her bloody hands up to her hair and cried even louder, "Oh god... oh god..."

She then realized she was trapped inside of the house, every door was locked. Veronica ran around and found that the house had been lit aflame, "Fuck... Fuck!" She shouted.

She ran around, screaming hysterically for help as she bled out. She coughed and hacked on the smoke filling her lungs.

She ran into the bathroom and closed the door, soon accepting her fate. She'd given up, this was how she was gonna die...

Veronica felt herself grow tired as she laid down on the bathroom floor, wheezing softly. Her vision soon went blurry.

The door opened and two converse-wearing feet entered with panic. A muffled voice cried out in horror,she heard the voice begin to sob and knew it was Billy. Two strong arms picked her up quickly and carried her out of the smoke filled house.

Veronica looked back at the house as Billy ran towards the van he owned. The entire house was lit aflame, she was surprised she hadn't been burned alive yet.

Billy strapped her into the seat beside him and he quickly started the engine, speeding away from the house in a hurry.

He reached one arm over to her. "Please stay with me..." He cried, everything was still muffled and blurry, "I love you so much... I didn't mean to hurt you... I never wanted you to do this to yourself... It's not your fault, I promise! Please don't leave me..." Veronica didn't look at him, she felt her eyes slowly close...

Then there was nothing...

A/N: Whew! That was a lot to take in, hope you all enjoyed! I promise more is coming!