If These Walls Could Talk
Chapter 7/?
A 7th Heaven Fan Fic by Lucky Star and Jordan
"Victoria!" I tried the doorknob. "Victoria, please!"
"Go away, Simon! Go away and leave me alone!" She was crying hysterically.
"I can't do that." I pressed my forehead against her door as my eyes blurred. I wanted my dad. Dad would know what to do. I prayed that Victoria was not hurting herself even more in there.
I heard the sound of someone coming into the house, then her mother's voice. "Victoria?"
The sobs on the other side of the door stopped abruptly. I wiped my face with my shirt and turned to Mrs. Hennessy as she came up the stairs. Her face when she saw me went cold, her spine rigid. "Young man, what are you doing?"
Chills broke over me at her words and expression. She had never looked at me or spoken to me like that in all the years I'd known the Hennessys. Now she was acting as though I was just some stranger, some boy bothering her daughter. My throat tightened.
"Um, Mrs. Hennessy. Hi. I um, I came to help Victoria study."
Her eyes flicked to the door then back to me. I felt like a bug pinned to a piece of cardboard. "Victoria is doing fine on her own. I'll have to ask you to leave now."
"Something's wrong with her. I--"
"I'll take care of that. Goodbye."
I knew better than to continue. She stood aside to let me pass as I walked down the stairs. At the bottom I glanced up. She hadn't moved and was watching me with no expression. I couldn't get out of there fast enough.
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I didn't think I'd be able to sleep that night but somehow I did eventually, although I was restless and woke several times. It was almost three in the morning and I was certain something had woken me up this time. I lay there, trying to figure it out when the sound happened again, like tiny pebbles tinkling against the glass of my window. I lept from my bed and went to look. Victoria stood there on the front lawn, arms wrapped around herself.
I ran from my room, slipping in my socks on the steps. Outside the night air was cool, and goosebumps broke out all over me, especially when I saw Victoria up close. In the silver moonlight she was a ghost, her eyes haunted and shocked.
"Simon, can I come in?"
"Yes! Of course." I started to take her arm, then drew back my hand. "We can go up to my room. Just...be quiet so we don't wake anyone.
She nodded and didn't resist when I touched her shoulder and lead her into the house and upstairs. Once in my room she sat down on the edge of my bed immediately while I shut and locked the door and turned to her. Our eyes met, and the hairs on the back of my neck rose at the pain I saw in hers. But her mouth was set in a grim and determined line, and even as I came to sit next to her she was taking off her sweater. She wore short sleeves underneath, and her right forearm was bandaged. She unwound this to expose a long, deep, scabbed-over cut.
"Oh Tory..."
"I didn't mean to go so deep. It was an accident."
I wanted to be sick. How could she do this to herself and why? Was she trying to kill herself? I knew Victoria Hennessy better than anyone, or at least I thought I did. Looking into her eyes again, I realised I didn't.
I stared at the cut again. The edges were inflamed. "Is it infected?"
"I don't know."
"I don't think it is yet. Will you let me clean it with alcohol?"
She nodded.
"Don't move."
I went into my bathroom and gathered some rubbing alcohol, cotton balls, and Band-Aids; I didn't have any actual bandages. Before I went back out to her I stopped to gather myself. I was in way over my head but I couldn't let Victoria know that. She trusted me or else she wouldn't be here, and I knew she was going to tell me something. I looked around me. If these walls could talk, what would they say after tonight?
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Chapter 7/?
A 7th Heaven Fan Fic by Lucky Star and Jordan
"Victoria!" I tried the doorknob. "Victoria, please!"
"Go away, Simon! Go away and leave me alone!" She was crying hysterically.
"I can't do that." I pressed my forehead against her door as my eyes blurred. I wanted my dad. Dad would know what to do. I prayed that Victoria was not hurting herself even more in there.
I heard the sound of someone coming into the house, then her mother's voice. "Victoria?"
The sobs on the other side of the door stopped abruptly. I wiped my face with my shirt and turned to Mrs. Hennessy as she came up the stairs. Her face when she saw me went cold, her spine rigid. "Young man, what are you doing?"
Chills broke over me at her words and expression. She had never looked at me or spoken to me like that in all the years I'd known the Hennessys. Now she was acting as though I was just some stranger, some boy bothering her daughter. My throat tightened.
"Um, Mrs. Hennessy. Hi. I um, I came to help Victoria study."
Her eyes flicked to the door then back to me. I felt like a bug pinned to a piece of cardboard. "Victoria is doing fine on her own. I'll have to ask you to leave now."
"Something's wrong with her. I--"
"I'll take care of that. Goodbye."
I knew better than to continue. She stood aside to let me pass as I walked down the stairs. At the bottom I glanced up. She hadn't moved and was watching me with no expression. I couldn't get out of there fast enough.
* * *
I didn't think I'd be able to sleep that night but somehow I did eventually, although I was restless and woke several times. It was almost three in the morning and I was certain something had woken me up this time. I lay there, trying to figure it out when the sound happened again, like tiny pebbles tinkling against the glass of my window. I lept from my bed and went to look. Victoria stood there on the front lawn, arms wrapped around herself.
I ran from my room, slipping in my socks on the steps. Outside the night air was cool, and goosebumps broke out all over me, especially when I saw Victoria up close. In the silver moonlight she was a ghost, her eyes haunted and shocked.
"Simon, can I come in?"
"Yes! Of course." I started to take her arm, then drew back my hand. "We can go up to my room. Just...be quiet so we don't wake anyone.
She nodded and didn't resist when I touched her shoulder and lead her into the house and upstairs. Once in my room she sat down on the edge of my bed immediately while I shut and locked the door and turned to her. Our eyes met, and the hairs on the back of my neck rose at the pain I saw in hers. But her mouth was set in a grim and determined line, and even as I came to sit next to her she was taking off her sweater. She wore short sleeves underneath, and her right forearm was bandaged. She unwound this to expose a long, deep, scabbed-over cut.
"Oh Tory..."
"I didn't mean to go so deep. It was an accident."
I wanted to be sick. How could she do this to herself and why? Was she trying to kill herself? I knew Victoria Hennessy better than anyone, or at least I thought I did. Looking into her eyes again, I realised I didn't.
I stared at the cut again. The edges were inflamed. "Is it infected?"
"I don't know."
"I don't think it is yet. Will you let me clean it with alcohol?"
She nodded.
"Don't move."
I went into my bathroom and gathered some rubbing alcohol, cotton balls, and Band-Aids; I didn't have any actual bandages. Before I went back out to her I stopped to gather myself. I was in way over my head but I couldn't let Victoria know that. She trusted me or else she wouldn't be here, and I knew she was going to tell me something. I looked around me. If these walls could talk, what would they say after tonight?
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Thanks for all the R/R so far! More more more! :)