I'll Fight For You

I looked at the address Vic had given me. I was here. The house was nice. It was average size for San Diego and in a decent area. As I got out of Jaime's car I still wasn't sure this was a good idea. I knew Vic wanted to hang out with me and that he's been bugging me all week. According to Jess who's been eating lunch at their table every day this week Vic has been staring at me when I'm not looking. Her words were, lovingly gazing.
That wasn't what scared me though. What if something bad happened when I was with him? What if Lauren came? And it isn't just Lauren. There are hundreds of beings that could come and even take me over. It's happened before and when it does it isn't nice. I just had to keep in control and not let myself get vulnerable.
I knocked the door and waited. A minute later the door opened and I saw Vic grinning at me.
"Hey." I said.
"Hey," Vic replied. "You actually came."
"Why wouldn't I?" I laughed.
Vic shrugged and led me through his house. I followed him upstairs and he took me into a bedroom. I looked around and smiled. The walls were plastered in posters, I could see a few guitars in the corner with papers scattered around them.
"It's messy. I couldn't sleep last night." he shrugged.
"Me either." I replied easily.
I went over to Vic's bed and sat down. Vic joined me, sitting cross legged next to me, our thighs just touching.
"What was keeping you up?"
"Just people." I shrugged.
"The bad people?" he asked. My eyes widened and I built up the courage to look up at him.
"Yeah." I replied.
"I wish I knew who they were."
"There's nothing you could do." I teased.
"Have you seen Lauren again?" he suddenly asked. I bit down on my lip as Vic watched me carefully, "Hey," he soothed and took my hand. "It's okay, you can tell me, Han'."
"I've seen her a few times," I replied evenly. "I've been dreaming about her too."
"Is it scary?" he asked and I nodded. "Why won't she leave you alone?"
"I don't know. She wants my help."
"And you don't want to help her?"
"I can't." I mumbled.
"Hannah." Vic frowned.
"Hmm . . ." I asked. Vic was looking at our hands that were still entwined. He didn't move to pull away though so I just left my hand in his.
"I don't want you to be scared."
"It's not your fault." I told him.
"I know," he looked at me. "I feel like you're scared of something and that's not okay."
As he said those words my eyes closed. I fell backwards against the mattress. My heart was beating fast. My breathing was rough. I felt hands on my wrists. I assume it was Vic. But I couldn't move. I could see myself walking through a house. It was a nice house. I was holding a phone to my ear and I could hear Vic's voice. He was talking to me but I couldn't fathom the words he was saying. "I need to go." I said. I don't know why, but I did. Then the phone dropped into the wood floor. Someone grabbed my hair from behind and I gasped. Before I could even struggle I was hit on the back again and again and again. I don't know what they were hitting me with but it was torture.
When I came back my eyes opened first. I saw Vic's concerned face and smiled in relief. Vic helped me sit up and left his hand gently holding my arm. I looked down and sighed. I feel exhausted. Why did this have to happen here? I could feel pulsing on my back. How is that possible? It was just a memory.
"What happened?" Vic asked carefully. I shook my head and Vic brought a hand to my back. I winced and Vic looked at me confused. He touched my back again and I winced.
"Don't." I whispered.
"What's wrong with your back?" he rushed.
I don't know." I mumbled.
"Pull your shirt up."
"Vic, please." I begged.
"Please, Han'," he begged. I sighed and pulled my shirt up over my head. "Fucking hell," Vic muttered. "Who did this?"
"Is it bad?" I asked anxiously.
"It's like you've been whipped."
"I'm sorry."
"Why are you apologising? Did someone do this to you? If they did . . ." he trailed away.
"No." I shook my head violently.
"Marks like these don't just appear, Hannah." Vic fumed.
"I know. It's-"
"What?"
"Lauren." I breathed softly.
"Who is Lauren?"
"You wouldn't believe me. You'd think I was a freak."
"I could never think that about you." he told me gently. Vic tucked some hair behind my ear and smiled.
"You don't understand."
"Then make me."
"I hardly know you."
"But you feel like you can tell me? Like we have some sort of a connection. And when you're with me you just feel okay." Vic rushed. I looked at him and rubbed my face.
"Is that how you really feel?" I asked. Vic nodded in reply. "You think we're connected in some way?"
"I do. And it's driving me mad because I don't believe in that stuff. But when I see you, I do."
"You don't want a connection with me. I'm so messed up, Vic." I said desperately.
"I don't have a choice," he breathed. "You can avoid me all you like. But you should know that it won't stop anything."
"I know it won't."
"And I'm telling you that you can tell me anything."
"I can't tell you," I shook my head. "Not today."
"When?"
"Soon." I promised.
"I feel like whatever is going on with you. . . I'm involved."
"You might be. I don't know. I can't get my head 'round things," I sighed and put my head in my hands. "I need to go." I rushed. I hurried to get up and went over to the door. As my hand went for the door knob I stopped.
In my ear I heard a shattering scream. "No!" Lauren screamed in my head. I was breathing heavily and leaning against the wall for support. Then on the inside of Vic's wardrobe a mirror cracked - from the top right corner to the bottom left.
"Hannah." Vic rushed.
"Oh God," I cried. I brought a hand to my face and started to cry. This has never happened before. Not like that. Vic rushed over to me and wrapped his arms around me. "That's the first time." I mumbled against his neck.
"We can talk about it later. It's okay." he soothed. And I couldn't let him go. I was clinging onto him with my life.

Notes

Hey! What did you think? Will Hannah tell Vic? What will Vic think? What do you think of Lauren? If you have any questions just ask me! Not just in my story but in general :)