"Hey mom! I'm home! Oh, and I have a new boyfriend now! Sam finally admitted that he had a crush-" She stopped in her tracks. "What are you doing here?"
"Waiting for your mother." Kirby stated as he played with a bottle of rum. He was sitting at the kitchen table glowering at Captain Morgan. "I just know she's out with that Marko kid. Isn't she?" His voice was dangerously low and threatening.
"I-I don't know." She began to back out to the door.
"She said she wanted to break up. Wanted to see other people," he hissed. "I didn't think she'd find anyone else who wanted her sorry ass. Guess I was wrong. Didn't think she's go for a little boy. Not only is she a whore, but she's also a pedophile."
Courage surged through Veronica's veins to defend her mother. They didn't have the best relationship, but her mom wasn't there to defend herself and Veronica would always love her. "Marko's a lot older than you think. In fact, he's older than my mom is!"
Kirby snapped his head around and looked at her with drunken eyes. "How stupid do I think you am…" he scrunched his eyes in confusion. He tried to fix the sentence in his mind, but decided to just yell at her. "I am not stupid! You harlot! You whore! You'll end up just like your mommy." He attempted to get up and managed to stagger a few inches her way, but collapsed on the floor. There wasn't much rum left in the bottle to spill, but he managed to get a few drops out.
"You're the pedophile! Marko is so much better then you!" She decided to metaphorically kick him while he was down. He was too drunk to run to her, so now was the time to tell him what she thought. "He's a gentleman…in a way and he actually likes me. You've only liked me to beat me around and do nasty things with. You need to just die or go away forever."
"You! You need to shut your mouth!" He pointed a finger at her as he tried to pick himself up. He hiccupped and fell to his knees again.
"You're a mess. I don't know why my mother ever liked you. I wish my daddy was still alive so he could tear your throat out!"
"Shut up!" He bellowed from the floor.
"Make me!" Suddenly Veronica felt like she was out of control. She took her metaphorical kicks, and turned them into physical ones. Quickly stepping up to him she kicked him harshly in the side. He let out another hiccup, but didn't seem to be injured. Veronica released another one on his arm, but instead of whimpering in pain like she thought he would, he grabbed her ankle and pulled her down.
"Stop it you gremlin!" He threw the bottle at her face and started laughing. "Gremlin…because you look like one."
"Freak!" She screamed as she got up and ran to the phone. The bottle had hit her square in the jaw so it was difficult to talk. Kirby was still on the floor laughing when Paul picked up the phone.
"Ye ol' Maxy residence. How may I be of service to you?" He purred into the phone.
"Paul! Kirby! He threw a bottle- Help!" She managed to get out before Kirby pulled the phone line out of the wall.
"Tsk, tsk, tsk," he waved a finger in the air. "Are you sending out an SOS? You shouldn't do that." He said in a sing-songy voice.
"Get away!" She tried to kick his throat this time, but he shoved her foot aside and stood up. He seem to be more stable and a lot more angry. "Get away from me, you're drunk!" Veronica screamed again as she turned and ran for the door.
Kirby lunged toward her and pinned her against the wall, drunkenly grabbing for her throat. "You know for a twelve year old girl, you sure have a bad attitude."
"Help!" She screamed as loudly as she could. They struggled for a few seconds before he slapped her hard across the face. She froze in shock and pain. Her heart started beating rapidly as he began to slide his hands to her chest, but just before he got to anything important the door burst open. Kirby cussed under his breath as he let her go and picked up the nearby rum bottle.
"And what the hell do you want, freak!" He yelled as he threw the bottle towards the man's head. Veronica slammed her eyes closed, slide to the floor, and curled into a ball as she saw the flash of teeth and blood being spilt. She heard a blood curdling scream come from Kirby then a sound she could only guess was the sound of flesh being ripped open. Soon there was a hiss as the man threw something large out the door and it landed with a thump. Veronica hoped it was Kirby's dead body. After a few seconds of peaceful silence Veronica felt a hand on her shoulder.
"Hey, he's gone now," a male voice whispered. When she opened her eyes she saw a mane of golden hair around a familiar face.
"Paul!" She whimpered as she flung her arms around his neck and began crying. He carried her outside into the cooling breeze and placed her on his bike. When she looked up she saw David's bike, but no David.
Paul read the confusion in her face. "He's getting rid of the body. Dwayne's helping Max figure out a way to explain all of this to your mom. They're thinking of leaving a note in your house that he decided he didn't want a family and moved back to Texas with some hooker he picked up." He gave her a giant smile and a hug as she sniffled and rubbed the tears off her face.
"That sounds like something he would do. Thanks for saving me Paul." She whimpered.
"Slide onto the back and I'll take you to Sam's. Everyone's there. For some reason Laddie seemed especially worried about you. I think you may have made a new friend. Michael will make you something to eat if you're hungry."
"Okay," she smiled up at him before going to the back of the bike. She held on tightly and began to think. She was over David and Sam would just have to suck it up, because as of right now, she has decided that she is in love with Paul.
And so it begins again…
A/N: There's one more thing coming! It's a surprise! Also, if I left anything unanswered, please tell me! But I'm going to say my goodbyes now since this is the last "thanks for reviewing" I'll have. You've all been amazing and I'm really glad I could get you enthralled with this story. As a hopeful future author, that makes me the happiest! À plus tard mes amis!
P.S. I'll totally be writing more Lost Boys fics in the future. Maybe...just maybe...a sequel. No promises though.
Thanks for reviewing:
Jenni-Marie-HP; Byrneshadow; lost boys luvr; EvilFalconofDoom; Kagome Narome; tomieharley; Mrs. Ace Merrill; and my guests: S and guest (David and Veronica were never supposed to get together. She's 12, she doesn't want to have sex with him you perv.)