Killing Me Softly-BlackTear's Challenge

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Young Adult  |  House: Booksie Classic
Veronica has been abused by her father for years and one day it goes too far...

Submitted: June 09, 2009

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Ben lay down next to Veronica on her full size bed and sighed. “V, this will be three months this Thursday but I feel like I’ve known you forever.”
“Yeah, I know what you mean.” Veronica smiled as she leaned on her elbow looking at the beautiful boy lying on her bed. “You know, Ben,”
“Hmm?” He mumbled as he turned onto his side.
“I la,” She coughed and then cleared her throat. “I lo-veyou.”
A crooked grin creased his face and made her heart fly unlike any other boy in the universe. “See that wasn’t so hard.”
“It really kinda was.” She told him with a nervous laugh.
“Will this make you feel better?” He put cupped in his hands, his green eyes shining like dewy grass in the morning. “I love you too.”
“That does make me feel better.” Veronica smiled.
Suddenly a door slammed.
“VERONICA!”
“Oh shit, it’s my dad and he sounds drunk.”
“Shit, V. What do you want me to do?” Ben asked as he jumped off the bed.
“Hide in my closet for ten minutes and then sneak out the window.”
“What about you?” He asked with serious concern. “I know about your dad.”
“VERONICA! GET DOWN HERE, YOU LITTLE BITCH!”
“Just stay in the closet. I’ll be okay.”
“But,”
“Just go.” She cut him off as she closed the door to her room and walked down the stairs to the kitchen. She turned the corner and was surprised by her father’s hands at her throat as he threw her into the wall making the frames shake.
His blue eyes, much like her own, were blood shot and his breath stunk of ale as he told her. “Stupid whore, what took you so long?”
“I, I, I,” She stuttered, trying to get in enough air to form words.
“Shut up,” He spit in her face and she blinked against it. “You know what I think? I think that you have been bad.”
He threw her down on the ground and started to kick her side. She grounded against it and trying remain calm. He had done worse than that. She couldn’t help but squeal.
“Shut up bitch.” He pulled her up from the arms and dragged her into the kitchen. She was still in the daze from being kicked in the stomach with a steel toe shoe. He threw her on the tiled floor. He threw her onto the table and started to punch her in the face and then he threw her off the table where a crack was heard; Her wrist.
“Ow!” She exclaimed against her will.
“What now, you stupid whore?” 
“I think I broke my wrist.” It started to throb.
He started to rummage through a drawer. “Well let’s chop it off then. Make the pain go away.”
“No, no,” He came at Veronica with a steak knife. “NO!” She easily pulled the knife away from his drunken fumbling hand. She couldn’t take it anymore.
She stabbed him.
Twice in the stomach.
Once in the chest. He was dead.
“Ben!” She screamed. “Ben! Ben!” A thunderous roar came down the stairs. She moved down to the stairs, over her abusive father’s dead body. 
“What’s wrong? Are you hurt?”
“Just a broken wrist, but,”
“Holy shit, is that your dad?” He exclaimed.
“Yeah,” She grabbed him by the arm with her good hand. “Please, run away with me. Let’s go to Vegas.”
“But,”
“Please,” She started to cry into his shoulder. “I can’t live as this person anymore.”
“Fine,” He said nodding his head. “We’ll take my car. Let’s go.”


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