flashback: seventh grade
trigger warning: mentions of abuse, rape, violence
Seventh grade:
Veronica despised school and she had good reason to. She was a loner most of the time other than a few close friends. Most of the kids in school and even some of the staff hated Veronica. They would spit at her and call her names, set her up to get in trouble, and speak badly of her brother and mother. It was no secret of what went on in her home life. Their mother was a drug addict and prostitute by force from their father. He was an abusive alcoholic that would come home loaded and beat their mother until she was unconscious; then he would rape both Veronica and her brother Jared. Sometimes Jared would fight him off, but it was usually because Felix was too trashed. It was no life to live and Veronica attempted suicide one too many times. It was always the same outcome, her thrown into some psych ward, held until she complied then would be released, right back into the toxic environment.
Family services always seemed to poke their noses around but would never actually do anything. It was a horrible situation but Veronica and Jared were stuck, even with running away they would always get picked up by the cops and brought right back. People never stopped to think about what could be happening in someone's personal life. Behind closed doors where nobody could see. They knew they knew everything and still would bully Veronica. Sometimes she would defend herself and fight... and on this day the anger inside her was just too much and the unlucky girl had gone too far.
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The lunchroom was filled to the brim with kids and Veronica just came through the lunch-line and had her tray of slop in her hands. Scanning the room for a place to sit, she didn't care where - because wherever she sat the people around her would clear the table for sure. Summer was her name, a bubbly blonde bitch that felt the need to be cruel to Veronica whenever the chance. The girl walked by as Veronica stood there looking around for seating. The blonde flipped Veronica's food tray and it went spiraling, food flying all over her clothes and shoes, and the floor. Of course, everyone looked and laughed, fingers pointing as Veronica's cheeks turned red with fury. She hated that girl and was tired of her sh*t.
After cleaning herself up in the girls' bathroom she stood at the sink, a sigh expressed heavily as she looked at herself in the mirror. On the verge of breaking down and crying. - Just then several girls including Summer entered the bathroom, all laughing and most likely talking sh*t about someone – probably Veronica. “Oh, there you are.” Summer said with a snotty tone, walking up to her with her little followers right behind her. “I'd back off... if I were you.” Veronica spewed out at her and turned to face her head-on. “Oh... what's wrong V? Your daddy not f*** you good enough last night?” she replied so viciously. Veronica snarled her upper lip, rage in her optics as her blood began to boil. “
I WILL F***ING KILL YOU BITCH!” screamed Veronica as she tackled Summer to the bathroom floor, spit in her face, and began punching her rapidly. The girl tried to block Veronicas hits as she sat on top of her, busting her lip open; the girl's nose was draining blood and it filled her mouth, making her choke. Her friends just backed up some and watched, didn't even help the blonde. V was so angry... so mad that she stopped hitting Summer and pulled out a knife. Her little squad then screamed noticing it and ran out of the bathroom scared. Veronica held the blade to the girl's throat, threatening her life. “
Touch me... speak to me... utter my f***ing name again... I will kill you, and your family.” she whispered - completely serious.
Summer laid there with a bloody beaten face and began to cry, shivering with fear. “Nod if you understand?” Veronica ordered and the girl nodded yes. Suddenly, the door to the bathroom swung open and the school officer yanked Veronica off of the girl and slammed her to the floor a few feet away. He wrestled the knife from her grip and Summer slowly got up and ran away. “V... put the knife down now!” he spoke with authority, knowing Veronica well enough and she knew him, most of the time they had a good relationship between them. With tears in her eyes, she dropped the knife and began to sob, the officer then embracing her in a tight hug. Understanding her reasoning even if it were wrong. “You're in so much trouble.” he said softly and Veronica clung to him and cried. “I... I know.”
