The hours are counting down to minutes, and it's less than holding my breath. Mrs Oskar can't stay still in her seat opposite Mr. Oskar, who drinks the whiskey comfortably on his seat, smiling from time to time, talking to Mr. Vanderbilt occasionally when the ball is hit. Mr. Vanderbilt opens the conversation with me now and then, like how my school was, about my near future, and my father mostly about my business.
"He will make the team win for sure." Mrs. Oskar says, clapping for his son. "He plays differently—Don't you think, darling?" She asks her husband,
"How did you hype him up?" Mr. Oskar asks, "If I'm allowed to know, heh." he teases.
"I want him to win." I say and glance at Mr. Oskar, "Something like that."
He smirks, "I see."
Suddenly, the crowd stands, the noise is renowned, the horses run fast, especially the shiny black one, and then the applause is loud as Mrs. Oskar screams and claps so hard, but she still keeps her grace. Then, Vik stands up and quickly rushes to me, grabs my arm, and drags me away. He takes a chance during the chaotic situation and drags me out to the side of the stadium, behind the club, with no people near us, but there are around.
"What the fuck, Vik!?" I bawl.
"It's your fault! Everything is your fault!!" He pushes me to the wall and corners me to avoid getting away. "It's your fucking fault, if you—don't blast out on me, I still can, heh—I," He's furious, angry and mad. He doesn't even know what to say or do.
The scout came to the game, and he could be one of the players to be picked; the scholarship for college and the star in the field are only Tytas, not Tytas and Viktor. He's upset, madly fucking upset. I ruin his future, and I fucking smile inside.
"So it's my fault—blame on your consequence?" I say, as he glares at me and his hand grabs my waist so hard. You were the one who started it, and you got your consequence. You need to learn, Vik. What you give it, what you get—even it's even more than you imagine."
"What–I–give, huh?" He leans his face, pressing his nose and lips against my neck. "You know what I gave, but why did I get that in return? Letizia." His hand grabs my waist aggressively, and he pushes my body harder, using his face to push me like I am attached to the wall. "Tell me—you're a genius, right? Tell me!" He shouts. I flinch—panicky. "Should I—" he whispers and puts his lips on my neck and sucks it harshly as I push him violently, "Give you even more," He keeps saying and kisses all over my neck and about to move to my lips.
"You fucking—" I pull one arm out and punch him in the face, "asshole!" I yell. I'm about to run away from him. He catches me and pushes me against the wall, "Arg!" It hurts so bad, "Y—" He shuts my mouth with his lips and grabs my cheeks to stay directly on him. His lips and tongue are wild and aggressive. I push and hit, but he rushes himself even closer. Then I feel my tears rising.
Eventually, I stop pushing him. His anger is far to pull down.
And I let his uncontrollable behavior take charge; he opens his eyes, looks at me confusingly, and his vicious mouth softens in the way he kisses. He starts to kiss me slower and takes his tongue out of my mouth. And I can breathe again.
"Ha—" I gasp lightly.
He notices my reaction and hesitates to keep going, but it doesn't stop him. He presses his lips and kisses me gently and slowly, starts to stick his tongue, presses over mine, and properly kisses me.
"Ha—" he gasps now; he has trouble controlling himself. I can feel that the part between his legs is stronger and harder.
I look at him with no hate this time. "Can you just tell me?" I whisper. His gaze is softer, and his hands are stroking my neck. "What do you exactly want from me, Vik?"
He halts his words, his eyes, and even his breath.
He leans his face close to my face, his nose against my nose, his hand holding my head; it's not a picture I ever have between me and him.
"I want you," He whispers. "I—I'm not great or a prince, I—" He says as he looks down at my lips. "I don't know how to approach you, Letizia." He says his mind. "People expect me to be a—" he shakes his head as he holds mine, "a golden boy, but fuck—I'm not." Then he chuckles a little.
I look at him as I put my hands on his chest and slowly push him away gently, slowly.
"But you see the fuck right through me," He says and rubs my face; he forces himself closer, "And Tytas—he got you." He says, and a bit of a laugh in his voice. "And I don't wanna lose anything or anyone for him again." He holds my face to him and uses his broken thumb to rub my lips, "You and I are more similar than you think, Letizia. You're not afraid of my stupid crazy, wild dog behavior," His eyes are drowsy, twinkling like crazy, "And I love how you deal and being a genuinely fucking crazy princess and not afraid to show it." He breathes on me, "Your sassy sides perfectly match me, Letizia."
"Vik—" I'm about to push him again, "You have Felicia," I say.
He looks at me and shakes his head. "I can—" he glides his face down on my chest and belly as he almost kneels down.
Fuck, this is getting out of hand.
He looks up at me. "I can break up with her," he says.
"No, That's not—I didn't mean it that way," I say and furrow my eyebrows, shit. "Please, Vik. Get up."
He puts his face on my part between my legs, "Vik! Please, stop. What are you doing? People are here. Please get up." I try my best not to yell or raise my voice. I don't want him to be aggressive again. I acknowledge that he is more troubled inside his head as much as mine, just differently.
"I want you, not her." He says.
Then why the fuck you dated her for a year. I want to scold him so badly.
"Vik, please—" I say as he sniffs my part heavily, kisses it, and puts his head under my skirt. "Stop!" I raise my voice.
"Ha—" He gasps and kisses and licks my area. I pull his hair out of my skirt. "I know you like it. I can be your boy toy. When you want to smash me or want me to go down on you, I'll do it whenever you want," He says,
"Ha—" I'm flabbergasted by his words.
He uses his strength against my grip; his face is on my part again, and he drags my panties down. He puts his lips on my pussy as he looks up at me from down there. "I'll be a good boy for you whatever you say—Letizia." He whispers while his lips press on the entrance and slowly slides his tongue inside it.
"Ah—" I moan lightly.
Fuck, no.
He keeps on stroking up and down and uses his tip press on the top,
"Vik—it's—ha," I gasp and try to push his face out, but his neck is god damn strong, "It's wrong—Vik, haa—Vik, I told you to stop." I raise my voice at the end, and he finally pulls his lips away. He looks at me, waiting, "You almost raped me that night—and you expect me to let you do this as you pleased?" I ask.
He slowly gets up and steps closer to me. I quickly step back, "What can I do then—for you to forgive me," He asks as his lips are about to kiss me again; I pull my face away from him, "You want to hit me again?" I look at him immediately. "I'll let you do it." He says,
What the fuck? Is he insane?
"Your pussy is getting wet right now, I want to taste it." He whispers. "I'll please you," He adds. I look at him with the top of my confused expression to him, "I'm sor—" he's about to say,
Then, the footstep comes in "VIK!!" Felicia calls his name.
I push him away harshly, and about to leave, Vik grabs my hand, "We're not finished, Letizia," He says,
"I don't think I can," I say, and then I feel his grip getting stronger. I turn to him as he steps closer to me. Felicia pushes Vik before he gets to me. He glares at Felicia to step away. "I—" I stutter, and he grabs both my hands, ignoring his girlfriend.
"What the fuck!?" Felicia shouts,
"I'm sor—" he says lightly,
Tytas quickly interrupts, "Get off her!" He shouts and pushes Vik harshly away from me; I look at Vik, who acts like an animal that doesn't fucking know what to do and is stunned by the situation. He looks at me, ignoring Tytas, who is in between us. "What did you do to her!? What did you do?" Tytas keeps pounding into him. I don't know if Tytas knows or has heard anything.
Vik keeps looking at me, "It's none of your business!" He shouts at Tytas and pushes him back.
"She's my girlfriend! It's fucking my business," Tytas says back in a groaning way.
Vik is a bit stunned by what he has heard.
"Don't act like a fucking kid. When things don't go your way, and you all act like stupid shit and blame others." Tytas says as he pushes Vik away with his chest.
This is all too much—I don't like this, and I run away from them. "Zia!" I don't know if Tytas or Vik calls my name, but I don't turn back. I run to the back and cut through the parking lot, and then someone grabs my arm.
"Ha," My whole body flinches,
"I'm sorry," Tytas says, his body full of sweat. "Zia, please tell me what's going on?" he asks.
No, I'm tired of this.
"Why don't you ask your friend?" I say, pulling my hand back. "I don't want to do this right now. I want to go home."
He follows me before I step away, "Please, let me take you." He says.
I know it's not his fault, but I no longer want to be in the middle of this. "I want to be alone," I say.
His eyes are full of disappointment in me or himself—I don't really know, but all actions; he has been pushing himself to be in my life, says everything that he's dying to be with me.
Why can't I open up to him? Just say it,
"Tytas—" I say his name, and he slowly moves closer to me. "I know that you won the match, Congratulations." I look up and see his green eyes, and I hide, "I—"
"Please, don't say it." He says, slowly touching my hands. "I tried my best, Zia. And I will always try—my best for you."
"I don't want to be in the middle of two friends who compete with each other—mentally. And I am just a prize or a toy for you guys to gain." I say,
"No," he holds my hands firmly, "No. Please, Zia, you know that I didn't see you in that way, ever."
"I know—and you know what I meant," I say. I bite my lips, "Vik—he tried to rape me." I say.
"What—" He's shocked, and he lets go of his hands. I don't look at his face, but my eyes can see his chest pounding, moving up and down heavily. Then, he slowly raises his hand and holds my face gently. "The moment ago?" he asks. I shake my head.
I finally look at him, "I'm not—a girl or a person who can tell you what to do, but—please, Tytas, anything that you guys hold a grudge for—you better clear it out and let me out of this." I say, holding his hands and pulling them away, "I really am glad that you won the match, Tytas."
"Zia—" he says my name lightly, and I leave him in the parking lot.