you, me and what a pity

chapter 6

She already hated men and the hater grew after the incident. She thanked heavens when the girls didn't disturb as she faked to sleep. Although Rachel had her suspicions that how can she sneak into the room so silently and sleep so early.

The next morning, she woke up before them and without having her breakfast, she went to university. The fear of facing them and explaining about her bruises didn't suited her much and she least had any explanation to give them.

Rather going to university, her mood changed and she sat in a park near to it. Sitting on the bench, she sneaked her hands in the pocket of her coat. Her wavy hair were flowing in the direction of wind as she focused her eyes in the sky. The fresh smell of trees and wet grass was so soothing.

She looked at the black blazer which was stuffed inside a bag after she dry cleaned it. And then all her thoughts ran to that mysterious man.

She could sense it, it was very clear that the mysterious guy was more dangerous than anyone in university. He might have saved her but the way he shot bullets in his both hands, he had no mercy for people.

He scared the s**t out of her. And she prayed that she never has to see him again. His hidden identity, filthy ways, and dark secrets which were yet to unfold made her maintain her distance as much as possible.

After a much needed nature therapy, she got up and headed out to the university.

She straight went to library and collected her belongings from the library incharge. All day she went into the hiding, avoiding Nancy as much as she could. But at last she had to face her.

She didn't wanted to tell her about the s****l abuse she had to face and the terrible incident which happened after. Trying not to disclose any information, she hid her bruise which now turned purple by covering it with her hair.

"You heard about the seminar this week?" Nancy asked her, taking out the brochure to her.

"No I don't know" She replied shortly.

"The topic is about s****l abuse and rape" she told her again, reading it loud from the brochure.

"Why are we talking about this Nancy?" She couldn't hold it in any longer, as she triggered by every word she spoke related to it.

"Because we're going to get 3 credit hours if we attend it, which means we won't have to go and clean the beach, picking up the dirty cans from the soil" she gleamed while saying it out aloud, one could clearly sense how much she loathed cleaning beaches.

"I see" she could only agree to it.

"So are we going?" Nancy wanted to confirm it again.

"I'll try" her short reply enraged Nancy and she burst out.

"What's wrong with you Veronica? Why are you so quiet today? We're friends, I have the right to know. You can't keep things from me"

"There's nothing, I'm just feeling feverish" Veronica lied.

"Then let's go to the sick bay and get a medicine" she pulled her hand.

"No I don't think I need a medicine, I'll just go to the common room to have so some sleep. See you tomorrow" And just like that Veronica got up and left the cafe. A volcano of emotions was boiling inside her and she didn't wanted the lava to erupt in front of Nancy or anyone. She choosed to close her eyes and take a nap instead.

She missed all the remaining classes. Lying on the couch, for the first time in a while she was thankful for the loud chatters of busy girls. None of them could feel her loneliness and her silent sobs.

When she woke up, it was almost 04:00 pm and there was no one around in the common room. She got up and went to bathroom. She washed her face and freshen everything up. It was time to leave for the hotel.

Draping the bag over her shoulder, she left university in hurry. Almost running to the bus stop, she was cursing herself for the previous day. She knew she was in trouble for skipping the day without informing them ahead. But it was not her fault, the situation was too critical.

Today was Saturday and she had to work in the club. Hurrying to the club, she didn't noticed the surroundings around her.

She was about to cross the road when two black Bentleys raced passed her, making her jump back from the impact. She looked in their direction and they faded away behind the club.

She cursed the men under her breath and took her steps carefully towards the club. She thanked Jesus, as five minutes were still remaining before the clock could tick 05:00.

There were not much people in the club yet, only few sat by the bar. She changed into her uniform quickly and didn't tie her hair to hide her bruises.

Only if I had bought the concealer from Mina, I would have hide it perfectly. She thought in mischief.

She came out and stood by the bar. Helping the bartender in serving the drinks to the customers. It was just for a while before VIP customers start to hop inside late at night and the club turns into a full messy place. And then she only has to serve the VIP area.

The work was hectic as the one has to stand all the time, walking and running over to the customers. She was serving vodka to one of the woman for the tenth time when she accidentally spilled the drink on her uniform as she was completely drunk.

Her other colleague step forward to help the woman out of the club as she rushed to the bathroom to clean it. Unluckily the washroom was in the process of cleaning and pion didn't allow her to come in.

The pion guided her to use the VIP washroom, it was vacant. She almost ran before the vodka completely ruins her uniform.

Taking no notice of the sign board outside, she entered inside the washroom. The washroom looked empty as no one was in sight.

Perfect! Her mind screamed.

She opened the tap and started rinsing the cloth with the help of tissue.

"f**k! I'm screwed" she cursed loudly, taking full advantage of the empty washroom. She watched in disappointment as the alcohol already stained her white shirt.

"Why the f**k everything has to mess up with me? First that bastard, then this f*****g bruise and now this shitty uniform" she screamed in frustration, clenching the counter tightly. Tears were brimming in her eyes and she let them stream down her cheeks helplessly.

"Jesus! Why its so hard?" She said in a slow voice, looking at her reflection in the wide mirror.

When the stain didn't come off, she stopped trying and let it stay there. She splashed some water on her face to remove the salty liquid.

Straightening her shirt and touching her hair a bit, she came out of the bathroom. As she was going, she noticed two men coming in her direction. She stared them stupidly that why they were going to the women's bathroom?

That's when it struck her and she turned to look at the sign board.

Men's bathroom! s**t!

She almost ran from the spot, im case anyone catches her.

But before she could know that the one she feared already heard her blabbering. He was in the staller all this time when she stomped inside and kept talking her business.

The moment she started cursing, he instantly recognized the voice from the day earlier. It was completely a coincidence for him that the girl he helped yesterday was also here, on his club.

"What a bullshit coincidence!" He thought.

He had to wait until she leaves because he didn't wanted to scare the s**t out of her. Although her stupid self talking didn't bothered him and he was not intending to listen to any of it. Even yesterday he was not intending to help her, but her screams were bothering him so much so he had to step in. And the moment he saw that blond guy forcing himself in her made his blood boil. He felt no pity for him when he shot the two bullets inside. But what bothered him was her touch.

How the f**k she dared to touch the biggest mafia boss's hand?

A bolt of electricity passed through his veins when she unknowingly held his hand to stop him. And he didn't liked it. He never liked women touching him. Although he liked to ravish their bodys as if using a tissue paper but never let them take advantage of intimate moments. Women were always drooling to get a taste of his musculine figure but he always loathed them, their hungry eyes made him despise them so much. To him, all these bitches who only yearned for a good f**k were flithy.

And that's what he thought about Veronica when she was being raped. He already assumed in his head that she must have tempted the man first and now he was just doing the job.

He came out the moment she left the washroom and washed his hands.