“Sex on a table hey?” Lela giggled, “I bet you showed her a good time like you showed me.”
She ran her hands up and down his back but grew more serious, “I’ll clean the table so Beth doesn’t notice and talk to Andrea. Don’t worry about us, go find V.”
Her cheeks warmed and she pushed up on her toes to kiss him, “I love you too. Now go.”
~
Veronica went home to her parents. They always let her stay when she wanted to, though it was often only on holidays. Her father was working and her mother had an appointment but let her in, kissing her and promising she’d be home in two hours and they could talk. She could see something was eating at her daughter, but she also knew Veronica was looking for space.
And she did. For the first hour she just wanted to be alone so no one heard her cry. She loved Roland so much, the fact he had picked Lela out of all the girls...it broke her heart. Was it because she was Spanish and exotic? Was it because she knew how to please a man and flaunted it? Veronica did too...she just...never was the type to admit it.
After an hour her phone started to blow up. She checked and recognized the number. Not one of her best friends worried about her, although she saw messages from Roland and Lela and refused to look at them. No messages from him. Her ex. Tyler.
Her had been texting her for weeks now. She ignored them mostly, except one time she told him to just stop, but he was persistent. She hadn’t told any of her best friends he was contacting her again. Roland would have been furious, and V didn’t want that. Now she felt like a fool caring so much about how Roland felt.
She glanced over the texts, not really wanting to but just out of need for distraction, and again he was trying to ask how her day went, promising he missed her and just wanted to talk. That he changed. Veronica could have ignored it. Gone back to crying. But in her lowest moment of self esteem, seeing Lela’s name pop up on her screen again as she texted her for the umptenth time with ‘sorry we can explain’ Veronica hit her rock bottom. She typed in ‘hello’ then quickly added ‘I’m not doing so great today. Just found out some bad news. You?’
‘Better than you it sounds today. Want to go to coffee and talk?’
‘I shouldn’t Tyler.’
‘C’mon please V, just coffee. I changed. I just want to show you that. We can grab some at our favourite shop in town, my treat. Tell me about your bad day.’
Again, Veronica knew it wasn’t smart. Some part of her screamed to tell him no and endnit that second. But here was a man wanting to spend time with her. And with her heart in pieces over another man, it made her feel even a little wanted.
‘Okay. One hour.’
It only took her a fifteen minute Uber to get there. It was closer to her old home when she was a teen, before she moved in with her friends near campus and her parents sold their house for the nicer one they lived in now. She waited outside for him, just in street clothes - jeans, sneakers and a hugging orange tank top that showed off a fair amount of cleavage - looking around for the familiar face.
“Veronica?”
She turned around, blinking at the much taller man than she remembered. He was almost as tall as Roland, and had buffed our even more than in high school, though he had never been lanky. But the face was the same.
“Hey Ty.”
He gave her a look over, her hair combed but falling down around her bare shoulders, her make up light due to all her crying, though she no longer had puffy red eyes.
“Thought you’d try a little harder,” he muttered and V’s guard shot up.
“Excuse me?”
He grinned like he was joking, “C’mon V, I’m just pulling her leg, you look amazing as always. You got the curves of a goddess. I’m not in dress and tie either.”
No he was in jeans too, though he was wearing a dress shirt and tie. He held the door for her and bought her a latte, before they found a spot to sit and catch up. Veronica was surprised when she checked her phone and it was three hours later, a message from her mother asking where she was. She hadn’t been able to ever talk so easily with Ty, and she opened up to him about Roland and Lela, even shedding a tear as she explained .
“Wow time flies,” she commented, sending her mom a text, “Maybe we can do this again next week or sometime Ty. It was actually nice talking to you.”
He smiled and nodded, “I’ve missed you V. I’d love that. Do you need to leave already?”
She giggled, “it’s been three hours. My mom is worried about me.”
“Well just tell her your safe and talking to a...friend over coffee.”
She stared at her empty cup, “I guess but I’m done anyways so I might as well go home Ty.”
“Or we could do dinner?”
Veronica purses her lips. Now he was pushing things, “No Ty. I really should go home.”
She rose up, scrapping her chair back, “it was nice seeing you. I’ll call an Uber outside.”
He rose too and touched her hand on the table, “can I at least drive you home?”
She froze, staring at their hands connecting. Something felt wrong about it but his face was genuine.
“Uh, yeah. If...if your sure. My parents just live fifteen minutes from here.”
“No problem. Let me drive you home.”
He grabbed his keys and his jacket as she took her hand back and stuffed them both in her pockets. Minutes later they were in his car, driving away. She gave him the directions for his gps, but it wasn’t long before she noticed some of the roads that she recognized as closer to campus than her parents house and frowned.
“Ty did I give you the wrong address? This isn’t the way to my parents.”
“Oh, oops. Yeah probably. Here.”
He pulled over between two street lamps, the sun beginning to set so everything was casted in shadows outside the rings of light. Veronica felt a nervous tingle in her stomach.
“What’s the address again?”
She gave it, looking around anxiously. But fortunately seconds passed and he pulled out, starting to drive again. Then he placed a hand on her knee, smiling crookedly, “V don’t be nervous, I can tell you are. There’s nothing to worry about, I just went the wrong way. I’ll have you home in no time.”
“Ty...please take your hand off my leg.”
He did, then placed it on her shoulder. She tensed.
“Ty stop.”
He did, stopping the car on a side street between two parks.
“I didn’t mean like that, I just didn’t want you to touch - hey!”
He had turned in his seat as she spoke and suddenly leaned in, trying to kiss her. She pulled back quickly, blocking her face.
“What are you doing?”
“Oh cmon V, stop playing games. You know we both want this.”
“This? No! I don’t,” Veronica retorted, in shock, “please stop.”
Ty friend mischeviously at her, “I remember these games of hard to get. Don’t think I forget them V.”
“What?! I never played....you forced...those weren’t games!”
He frowned, his hand back on her lap, his thumb stroking her jeans up and down, “then why did you just ask me to stop in a secluded place like you use to in high school?”
Veronica gawked at him, “I just wanted you to stop touching me Tyler. That was all. Please. Can I go home now?”
“Fine. Be a prude V. No wonder that Roland guy didn’t want you.”
“Hey,” her eyes welled up with tears, “that was uncalled for you jerk!”
“So was leading me on V! You take me to coffee, flirt with me leaning over in that tiny top with your boobs all in my face, then give me the wrong address so we end up in this secluded area, and now your telling me off?! You should be sucking me off you little whore, not whining about some guy that doesn’t love you.”
Veronica was shocked. He hadn’t changed a bit. She hadn’t asked him out to coffee, or flirted by any means. And she swore she gave him the right address, and now she was afraid he had messed it up on purpose. There was no houses for a block either way. No one could see or hear them.
“Take me home!” She demanded, hiding that she was growing afraid, “now Tyler or I’ll walk home.”
“Not till you give me what I deserve,” he snapped, undoing his jeans to yank at his semi hard erection to flop out, “no one buys $12 latte’s for a girl who isn’t giving him something back. Time to pay up V.”
“Fuck you,” she spat, grabbing at the door handle to flee. But it was locked. Before she could hit unlock his hand grabbed her hair and twisted it till she cried, then yanked her sideways towards his cock.
“You little bitch, I’ll teach you a lesson.”
“Ty! That hurts!”
“Good! You fucking leave me for him?! Then come crawling back to me when he doesn’t want you anymore. Your such a stupid hoe. Now suck it!”
He thrusted her head further down but she fought him, having gained some esteem back over the years.
“Your delusional! Let go Ty! Let go you asshole!”
She flung her head against his hand so hard she broke free and nearly head butted his chin. She turned to flee the car again and he reached over, grabbingher by the hair again but this time back handing her so hard her head bounced off the window and her lip broke, a welt already under her eye. Tears bubbled up and she cried out for him to stop but he hit her again, so hard she felt everything go dark for a moment and her left eye hurt so badly she was sure it was bruising.
She wouldn’t take a third hit. She slammed her fist down on his cock and as he squealed and bent over she found the button and forced the door open, falling out with her purse and making a run into the park. Seconds after she hit the grass she could hear his door open and slam, Tyler in a rage now. He was going to hurt her bad.
Roland said I should call the cops. I need to call the cops!
But her phone wasn’t on her. Tyler was laughing behind her, obviously realizing what she was looking for.
“you left your phone in my car you slut! Running back to Roland now you little cunt? Going to tell him how you led me on? Get back here!”
Veronica ran faster, fear pounding in her heart.
Roland! I wish you were here!
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