The Fourth Chapter - Veronica "Vera" Ruthers

The Fourth Chapter - Veronica "Vera" Ruthers by Bring It On, All Or Nothing


Vera heard a muffled scream as she was grabbing a second virgin pina colada. She whipped her head around, her light brown, almost dirty blonde curls bouncing behind her shoulder.

She scanned the crowd, looking for anything sketchy, when she saw it.

A very, very drunk John was dragging Geena into the guest bedroom. And Vera knew what John wanted to do with her.

Vera sprinted across the room in her stilettos, it wasn't much of a task, Vera was an excellent track runner. But then, a muscular ... hand grabbed Vera's upper arm gently but with strength, and dragged her towards him.

"Wanna dance?" A deep voice asked, as the owner of the voice grabbed Vera's hands and started to dance.

"Um, Um, I can't....." Vera started. She never was the best at talking to guys.

"Why not? I think you're hot."

Vera turned her head up to look at her not-so-secret admirer. He was tall. Really tall. Slender build, muscular, hockey arms, polo and jeans. Shaggy blondish hair and brown eyes. Totally Vera's type. His breath smelled like beer, but he wasn't nearly as wasted as John, Vera thought. Then she remembered about what she had to do. She blurted out to the guy,

"Oh my god, my best friend is probably about to be raped by this drunk-o guy named John, and I like need to save her like right now or else, or else, or else-" Vera started, on the verge of frightened tears. The guy's face became slightly sympathetic, and then angry.

"Wait, John?" He asked Vera.

"Yeah, John. Now I have to go! Let me go!" Vera screamed, when she realized the guy was still holding onto her hands. He let go, and murmured something. Then he busted through the closed guest bedroom, and Vera saw John fumbling with the zipper on Geena's minidress, trying to pull her dress off, while Geena was crying, trying to hit John.

"Get. Off. Of. Her." The guy said, in a voice filled with threats. John heard him, and got off of Geena as commanded. But John still held Geena's hand, crushing it in his grimy hand. He tried to drag Geena out of the bedroom, but then,

BAM.

Blood rolled down John's sweaty face, and John screamed. The music suddenly cut off, and everyone stared. John screamed again, wiped his face on his sleeve, and ran out of the party scene.

"Sissy." The guy whispered, wiping his bloodied hand on a napkin. Once he finished, he silently walked away. Vera watched in awe, but then she screamed after him,

"Wait! I didn't even get your name!" Her voice echoed, but there was no response.

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