Nica nervously fidgeted with her fingers. The weight of what she had done dawned on her.
She shouldn’t have told Klaus that Simon had ordered those men to mess with Morticia. They actually wanted to strip her and take a few indecent pictures.
It was mainly because Dimitri kept pestering Simon to do something about her getting humiliated.
Klaus was going to do something. She knew it. He had always been like that in high school. Always protective of Morticia…
She didn’t even know who was worse between Klaus and Vincent. What if Vincent found out, too? Things would get messy. That guy always had a smiley face, but he was dangerous as hell when triggered.
“Oh God,” she mumbled. It was 2:00 a. m., and she couldn’t sleep.
The knock on her door made her jerk. She stayed quiet, wondering who had come to her door this early.
The knock came again, followed by a voice that sent a chill down her spine.
She quickly lay on her bed, covering herself with the duvet, her heart racing. Why was he here?
Her door was unlocked, and she shut her eyes tightly. He had extra keys to every room in the house, even hers, and she hated that.
Nica lay frozen, her mind wandering about what he was about to do. Soon, she felt his fingers trail beneath the duvet, reaching for her leg.
Her eyes squeezed shut. Oh, please, can this stop already?
His hand traveled up to her thigh, and she could feel the weight pressing down on the bed-a clear sign that he was joining her in bed.
Nica muffled her tears, feeling them trickle down her face.
“Please, go away,” she whimpered.
“You’re awake,” he whispered, climbing on top of her, his hands on either side of her.
“Why do you keep doing this? I’m your daughter,” she whimpered.
“Not by blood. I told you, you’re beautiful, Nica. So beautiful.” He reached for her face, and she sobbed. “Don’t cry, I’m not hurting you… remember what I told you last time?”
Nica shook her head, her stomach churning. “Get away from me.”
“I’ll give you whatever you want. Just let me in…” he whispered.
What the hell?! He has a wife! So why her?!
“I said, get the fuck away from me!” Nica yelled, no longer able to take it.
“Just stay still, you’re going to enjoy it… I’m sure you’re not a virgin,” he said, and Nica lost it.
“I said, fuck off!” she screamed, her hand swiftly delivering a slap to his face. Nica’s eyes went wide at what she had done while Mr. Hanson’s chest rose and fell as anger surged through him.
“Run!” Nica’s instinct screamed, and she tried to get away, but he grabbed her hair and yanked it back. As she collapsed onto the bed, he punched her in the face.
Black spots flashed in her vision as her head spun. His lips crashed onto hers, roughly moving against them.
Nica’s hand shot out, searching for a weapon to get this monster off her. Fortunately, her lamp was close. She smashed it on his head.
He got off her and cursed. Nica hit him again, over and over, tears streaming down her face. He went still, losing consciousness.
She got off the bed and rushed out of the house, her breaths heavy. As she walked down the street, she knew she was screwed.
The only place she could go was her dorm.
She had noticed Mr. Hanson bleeding, but she didn’t care.
He should die and go to hell.
—
Morticia chuckled at Jamie’s joke. They were both in the library, studying together.
“Shhh,” the librarian warned with a hush.
“Oops, sorry,” Morticia bit her lip.
“So this friend of yours coming is from India?” Jamie asked, keeping his voice low.
“Yeah, you’re going to love her. She’s sweet, brilliant, crazy, and funny. Gosh, I miss her. Her transfer hasn’t been accepted yet, but I hope they do it soon.”
“I’ve met an Indian man once before. He dumped a monkey on my head.”
“What?” Morticia chuckled. “A monkey?”
“Yeah, and it was like… ouu aaah Jamie banana,” he said in a comical way.
Morticia laughed lightly and cleared her throat when the librarian glanced at them.
“Let’s go, Morty,” he said, holding her hand and gently pulling her out of the library.
As they stepped outside, the cool evening breeze brushed against their skin. Their hands were still entwined as they smiled at each other.
They had spent a lot of time together today, and for the first time, Morticia found her attention drawn to the guy beside her… instead of Klaus.
She was doing it. She was finally getting over him. Thanks to Jamie.
“Do you mind watching a movie with me tomorrow? I’ve got a lot of Marvel and anime stacked up… your favorites.”
“I’d love to. I wish Rhea were here too; she’s a fan like me,” she chuckled.
Jamie glanced at her expression. “She seems like a really nice person. Your face lights up when you talk about her.”
“We’ve been friends forever. She’s been my rock since high school.”
He nudged her playfully. “Hey, I might get a little jealous if she comes and you spend all your time with her,” Jamie teased.
Morticia laughed. “No, it won’t be like that. There’s enough time to go around.”
They both stopped, and Jamie faced her, holding her close.
“I guess this is where we part. I wish today didn’t have to end,” he sighed.
“Hm. Me too. We’ll see each other tomorrow,” she smiled sweetly.
Jamie leaned in, gently pressing his lips to hers. Morticia’s eyes closed, the familiar calm feeling washing over her. But this time, as his lips moved…
It triggered a memory.
Klaus’s lips on hers, moving against them as he moaned into her mouth.
Morticia gasped and immediately pulled away, her eyes darting with confusion.
What was that just now? Was it real?
“Are you alright?” Jamie’s voice snapped her back to reality.
“Huh? I… I’m fine,” she stuttered.
“I’m sorry if I offended you… I just-”
“No, no, that’s not it. I… I just feel a little overwhelmed, that’s all,” Morticia said, trying to hide the panic in her voice.
“The kiss at the bonfire… Was that your first?” he asked in a calm voice, and she nodded, blushing slightly.
Jamie smiled and kissed her forehead instead. “That’s alright. We have time.”
Morticia returned the smile. “Thanks.”
Jamie watched her board a bus, then his phone rang. His mother’s name flashed on the screen.
“Hey, Mom,” he answered, but his face dropped at the next thing his mother said.
Jamie dashed into the hospital, beads of sweat dripping down his face, a clear sign he had rushed his way there.
“Mr. Hanson?” he asked the nurse at the front desk, who gave him the ward number where his father was.
When he arrived, he found his mother sobbing, and his father lay on the hospital bed with a bandage wrapped around his head.
“What happened?” His voice was disturbed.
“I don’t know… I just found him this morning, bleeding from his head in Nica’s room.”
“Nica?” He looked around. That’s right, where was she?
“Yes, I couldn’t find her. I don’t know what happened, but I’m sure she knows something.”
The doctor came in at that moment.
“How’s my father?” Jamie asked, his breath a bit ragged.
“He’s fine. The cut is slightly deep, but he’ll recover soon with regular treatment.”
Jamie sighed in relief and glanced over at his father.
What the hell happened?