If I Were You, I'd Put That Away.
Darling, It's Cold Outside
Jaime's POV
My head is beating a sick stream of consciousness; bizarre images of Vic with a scalpel, only to sew me back up again. The pain is so bad, but I can't die – because it is Vic. I can't keep my eyes closed any longer; I have to see him, so I do. I open my eyes to see the projections on the ceiling.
“Oh my god, Jaime! You're awake – the doctor, I'll call him, and... oh my god, Hime....”
This is really one of the first times I've seen Vic cry like this. His hand quickly grabs mine and I hear him begin to cry harder than I've ever heard anyone cry in my life. He looks like he's having a hard time breathing as his fingers grip around my wrists. I move around a little bit and instantly flinch in pain. I look down to see the stitches going from my collar bones to the bottom of my rib cage. I instantly remember what happened. Why I'm here. But it doesn't matter right now, because Vic is crying onto my hospital sheets, and he looks awful, yet still so fucking beautiful.
“I'm so sorry, Jaime. I should have known something was wrong when you didn't come home. I ju- I just thought you were mad.” He whimpers, his head pressing against the bed. He continues crying little apologies.
“V-Vic” I begin; my voice hoarse. I haven't spoken a word since we got to the barn. Since the first time I begged him to stop, I haven't spoken. “I-I wouldn't be alive right now if it w-wasn't for you. I wouldn't be in this hospital. I would be tr-trapped in that barn still, starving to death.” I say as I run my hand weakly over his back. I feel myself grow tired, but I can't fall asleep again. I need to see his face. I need to know he is okay.
I let him cry for what seems like hours until I hear the door open and someone walk in. I instantly look up to see Mike and Tony walking towards me. Mike was holding flowers and Tony was holding what looked to be a little stuffed animal turtle. I look back to Vic as he wipes the tears from his face. He lets out a little laugh as Tony hands me the turtle, and laugh as well. I've never been really close to Tony, but it is a well known fact that he didn't get the nickname “turtle” for no reason. Everyone knows that he loves turtles. I mean, he has a fucking turtle tattoo. Mike hands me the flowers and bites his lip a little.
“Vic made me get the flowers. I'm not into that gay lovey dovey shit like him.” He says, causing me to laugh again.
I hear someone clear their throat and I look up to see doctor standing there with a few papers in his hands.
“Excuse me, gentlemen. I need to have a word with Mr. Preciado.” I look up at him and sigh. I don't want Vic to leave my side. Vic slowly stands up from his seat and heads to the door.
“I uh... Can Vic stay with me?” I ask the doctor before Vic reaches the door. He looks between the two of us and quickly nods his head. I hear Vic sigh as he quickly walks back over to my side. He grabs my hand and bites his lip before the doctor speaks.
“Well, I just wanted you to know that when you were asleep, Mr. Fuentes gave us permission to do a rape kit on you. We tested the DNA we got and the results are back. I'm just here to tell you that-”
“No, I don't want to know. I don't want to press charges. I wasn't raped. Nothing happened. I payed someone to lock me in there.” I quickly say. Vic looks at me with confused look, as does the doctor. They know I'm lying but I can't deal with a court date. I can't talk about what happened to me. It doesn't matter... It's all my fault, anyways. The doctor looks between Vic and me and begins to speak.
“Well we found quite a bit of uh... semen in your body. The DNA matched another rape case from a few months ago. The cases are almost identical. You were in the same place. The cuts were made with the same knife. Everything is the same except when we found the other person, it was too late to save him.” I feel a sudden pang of guilt course through my body. I see Vic glance at me from the corner of my eye and sigh. I don't know if I can do this. Everyone is going to think I made it up. Everyone is going to hate me for it. Vic gently squeezes my hand and does a reassuring nod of his head. I look up at the doctor and sigh.
“I-I guess I c-can press charges... but what if no one b-believes me? E-everyone is g-going to h-hate me.” I manage to say before bursting into tears. I lean my head into my hands and continue to cry while the doctor reassures me that no one will hate me for it. This continues for about 5 minutes before I hear the doctor silently walk out and close the door behind him. I look up at Vic. He still looks extremely worried, so I pull him into a hug.
“I love you, Jaime. Everything will be okay.” He whispers into my ear. He tries to pull away from the hug, but I quickly tighten my grip around his body and hold him there, resting my forehead on his shoulder and soaking his shirt with my tears. He begins to slowly rub my back and we just stay there holding each other. I finally managed to stop crying and I pull away from the hug to look at him. He smiles a little and wipes the tears from my face.
“I have a question, Hime...” He quickly says as he grabs my trembling hand. I nod for him to continue. “Do you uh... Do you know who did this to you?” Shit. I knew he was going to ask this sooner or later but I don't know if I'm ready to tell him. What if he doesn't believe me? I close my eyes and lean back against the bed. I picture everything that happened to me in that barn. How he would strap me to the bed and punch, kick, cut... rape... me. I bite my lip as the tears begin to form in my eyes and quickly fall down my face.
“Baby, baby. Shhh. You don't have to tell me if you don't want to. I'll love you either way, okay? I just want you to know that I will be with you through all of this and I won't ever let anyone hurt you ever again.” He says as he wipes the tears from my face. He slowly begins to lean in to kiss me for the first time in 4 days and I push myself forward, making the distance between our lips nonexistent. I feel his lips glide against mine in slow but rhythmic movements. I pull away from the kiss and look at his beautiful face. I'm going to tell him everything that happened, minus a few specific details.
“Vic, I want to tell you what happened.” I say quietly as I lean back against the bed. He smiles a little and nods his head. “Okay, well. I uh... I know who it is. It's uh.... It was... Kell-” I get cut off as I hear a gasp escape his lips. I look over at him and see the tears forming in his eyes as he pulls me into a huge hug.
My head is beating a sick stream of consciousness; bizarre images of Vic with a scalpel, only to sew me back up again. The pain is so bad, but I can't die – because it is Vic. I can't keep my eyes closed any longer; I have to see him, so I do. I open my eyes to see the projections on the ceiling.
“Oh my god, Jaime! You're awake – the doctor, I'll call him, and... oh my god, Hime....”
This is really one of the first times I've seen Vic cry like this. His hand quickly grabs mine and I hear him begin to cry harder than I've ever heard anyone cry in my life. He looks like he's having a hard time breathing as his fingers grip around my wrists. I move around a little bit and instantly flinch in pain. I look down to see the stitches going from my collar bones to the bottom of my rib cage. I instantly remember what happened. Why I'm here. But it doesn't matter right now, because Vic is crying onto my hospital sheets, and he looks awful, yet still so fucking beautiful.
“I'm so sorry, Jaime. I should have known something was wrong when you didn't come home. I ju- I just thought you were mad.” He whimpers, his head pressing against the bed. He continues crying little apologies.
“V-Vic” I begin; my voice hoarse. I haven't spoken a word since we got to the barn. Since the first time I begged him to stop, I haven't spoken. “I-I wouldn't be alive right now if it w-wasn't for you. I wouldn't be in this hospital. I would be tr-trapped in that barn still, starving to death.” I say as I run my hand weakly over his back. I feel myself grow tired, but I can't fall asleep again. I need to see his face. I need to know he is okay.
I let him cry for what seems like hours until I hear the door open and someone walk in. I instantly look up to see Mike and Tony walking towards me. Mike was holding flowers and Tony was holding what looked to be a little stuffed animal turtle. I look back to Vic as he wipes the tears from his face. He lets out a little laugh as Tony hands me the turtle, and laugh as well. I've never been really close to Tony, but it is a well known fact that he didn't get the nickname “turtle” for no reason. Everyone knows that he loves turtles. I mean, he has a fucking turtle tattoo. Mike hands me the flowers and bites his lip a little.
“Vic made me get the flowers. I'm not into that gay lovey dovey shit like him.” He says, causing me to laugh again.
I hear someone clear their throat and I look up to see doctor standing there with a few papers in his hands.
“Excuse me, gentlemen. I need to have a word with Mr. Preciado.” I look up at him and sigh. I don't want Vic to leave my side. Vic slowly stands up from his seat and heads to the door.
“I uh... Can Vic stay with me?” I ask the doctor before Vic reaches the door. He looks between the two of us and quickly nods his head. I hear Vic sigh as he quickly walks back over to my side. He grabs my hand and bites his lip before the doctor speaks.
“Well, I just wanted you to know that when you were asleep, Mr. Fuentes gave us permission to do a rape kit on you. We tested the DNA we got and the results are back. I'm just here to tell you that-”
“No, I don't want to know. I don't want to press charges. I wasn't raped. Nothing happened. I payed someone to lock me in there.” I quickly say. Vic looks at me with confused look, as does the doctor. They know I'm lying but I can't deal with a court date. I can't talk about what happened to me. It doesn't matter... It's all my fault, anyways. The doctor looks between Vic and me and begins to speak.
“Well we found quite a bit of uh... semen in your body. The DNA matched another rape case from a few months ago. The cases are almost identical. You were in the same place. The cuts were made with the same knife. Everything is the same except when we found the other person, it was too late to save him.” I feel a sudden pang of guilt course through my body. I see Vic glance at me from the corner of my eye and sigh. I don't know if I can do this. Everyone is going to think I made it up. Everyone is going to hate me for it. Vic gently squeezes my hand and does a reassuring nod of his head. I look up at the doctor and sigh.
“I-I guess I c-can press charges... but what if no one b-believes me? E-everyone is g-going to h-hate me.” I manage to say before bursting into tears. I lean my head into my hands and continue to cry while the doctor reassures me that no one will hate me for it. This continues for about 5 minutes before I hear the doctor silently walk out and close the door behind him. I look up at Vic. He still looks extremely worried, so I pull him into a hug.
“I love you, Jaime. Everything will be okay.” He whispers into my ear. He tries to pull away from the hug, but I quickly tighten my grip around his body and hold him there, resting my forehead on his shoulder and soaking his shirt with my tears. He begins to slowly rub my back and we just stay there holding each other. I finally managed to stop crying and I pull away from the hug to look at him. He smiles a little and wipes the tears from my face.
“I have a question, Hime...” He quickly says as he grabs my trembling hand. I nod for him to continue. “Do you uh... Do you know who did this to you?” Shit. I knew he was going to ask this sooner or later but I don't know if I'm ready to tell him. What if he doesn't believe me? I close my eyes and lean back against the bed. I picture everything that happened to me in that barn. How he would strap me to the bed and punch, kick, cut... rape... me. I bite my lip as the tears begin to form in my eyes and quickly fall down my face.
“Baby, baby. Shhh. You don't have to tell me if you don't want to. I'll love you either way, okay? I just want you to know that I will be with you through all of this and I won't ever let anyone hurt you ever again.” He says as he wipes the tears from my face. He slowly begins to lean in to kiss me for the first time in 4 days and I push myself forward, making the distance between our lips nonexistent. I feel his lips glide against mine in slow but rhythmic movements. I pull away from the kiss and look at his beautiful face. I'm going to tell him everything that happened, minus a few specific details.
“Vic, I want to tell you what happened.” I say quietly as I lean back against the bed. He smiles a little and nods his head. “Okay, well. I uh... I know who it is. It's uh.... It was... Kell-” I get cut off as I hear a gasp escape his lips. I look over at him and see the tears forming in his eyes as he pulls me into a huge hug.
You should make a sequel!
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