The Guilt is Necessary

by becoolsodapop73

AU after the rape. What if Dick had discovered Veronica in the spare bedroom and convinced Lamb to take her seriously about the rape. Together they had found the rapist- Cassidy. Along the way they proved that Veronica is a Mars once and for all and Lianne left. Now. Dick, Logan, Duncan and Veronica are trying to salvage their lives in a world of secrets, murder and guilt .

2. Chapter 2

A/N In this story Cassidy committed suicide when he couldn't tale the guilt of what he had done to Veronica. This happened at the end of their sophomore year. There will be no Bus Crash. They are putting Cassidy's case on trial even though he is dead.

Chapter 2-

Dick's POV

The tension was killing me. I could tell that Logan wanted to talk to Ronnie but no way in hell was I going to leave her with that jackass. Contrary to popular opinion, I am not an idiot, horny, surfer that will just do whatever Logan commands, and I'm sick of acting like I am to keep my friends.

The last straw was when my brother swan dived off the top of the Neptune Grand last year.

After that I realised I was kidding myself. I didn't have friends. I had acquaintances that tolerated me at the most. I realised that my only true friend was Veronica. She could have blamed me, hated me for her rape. I am after all the reason she was drugged, and consequently raped. But she saw I was hurting, she saw the loss and grief in my eyes and didn't question my morals, she just sat and held me while I cried. She didn't try to make me feel better, or to use any of those over used phrases like "I'm sorry" or "It's going to be okay", because she knew it wasn't going to be okay, and she respected me enough to not try and pretend that it was.

Over the summer we had developed an understanding. We would be there for each other because, who we were kidding, we didn't have anyone else. Her best friend had murdered, and my friends might as well have been for all the help they offered after my brother's death, and eventual 'arrest'.

Do you know how hate begins? It starts with a few thoughts that you dismiss immediately, and then without your realisation, the thoughts manifest in your brain and eat out all the love, trust and devotion. Then all you're left with is an enormous ball of boiling, seething hate inside you, and also they overpowering loyalty that can be so easily given to anyone that shows you affection in your time of hate. But, there is another emotion that normally goes unnoticed. It's guilt. The nagging sensation permanently buried in your brain. The What ifs. What if I had been there for him, a better brother, a better friend? If I hadn't pressurised him. If I had realised what had been going on before it was too late.

If I had gotten to him before he jumped.