Page 33 of Venom
Sniffling, my emotions all over the place since Psycho called and explained what happened with Lake, a friend I cut out when she needed me the most because I’m so god damn selfish. I walk into the bathroom trying to ignore Venom’s eyes on my back.
Just like his sister, he has also been trying to contact me, expressing that it isn’t what it seems. You know what? It has nothing to do with me because we’re not a couple, and what happened was just emotions boiling over. It won’t happen again.
We need to go back to bickering with hate.
I look up as I enter the bathroom, adamant to find her toiletries but I stop still as my eyes go to the shower and my heart races, the blood coating the floor and shower walls coming into view. The man’s blood from this morning comes to mind, his pleads to spare him because he’s just joined Hayden’s group making it hard to breathe, the first murder I’ve actually felt bad about. I take several deep breaths to stop the nausea as his dark brown eyes hit me like a train and I blink several times before looking at the shower again and come back and see it’s not the man’s blood, it’s all Lake’s, my friends.
Oh god…
Sobs climb, and my body trembles as I quickly rush over to the shower, grabbing the towel on the counter on my way, which is also covered in blood, and my tears fall.
I quickly turn on the shower as my body trembles and I begin to wash away the blood on the tiles, and the glass door, splashing the water over it, and my sobs wreck my body before I fall to the floor and begin to wipe the floor to clear the dried blood, all while my guilt eats me alive.
I left her alone. I wasn’t there for her in her time of need.
“Kitten, please tell me you are not having a shower right now?” I hear Venom joke before the door opens, and I look up through my tears, Venom’s blurry figure coming into view as he curses, “Fuck!” before he rushes over to me, and I choke, “She-she can’t come back to this…” and I continue to scrub the floor, causing him to stop in his tracks.
“Kitten,” he whispers with pain, but I ignore him and scrub harder before something shiny catches my attention. I pause as my tears fall harder, seeing it’s the blade she used, and without a second thought, I quickly grab it and stumble to stand before I wrap it in toilet paper then throw it in her toilet, then I flush it and watch as it goes.
My whole body trembles as I sob, placing the back of my hand over my mouth before I feel strong arms wrap around me from behind. I fall into Venom, giving him my whole weight, my emotions overwhelming me.
No one, she leaned on no one, and I was too selfish with my own emotions to see that she was struggling.
I sob harder, causing Venom to tighten his hold on me as he places his face into the crook of my neck and chokes, “I’ve got you, kitten,” and I shake my head because I don’t deserve him to catch me, not when no one was there to catch Lake.
I find the strength to stand and move out of his arms to quickly grab Lake’s toiletries. Packing enough to last her at least a month. Venom sighs before I side eye the shower again as the water switches off to see he’s cleared the blood and dark brown eyes hit me again, along with the guilt.
My tears fall yet again, and I quickly leave the bathroom, trying not to trip on my bridesmaid dress.
We’re supposed to be celebrating Skylar and Fury’s wedding, but instead, we’re praying our friend gets through her depression that she’s been diagnosed with.
I quickly put her toiletries in her duffle bag, along with her clothes, before I zip the bag up. My eyes go to her side table, where pictures of Viper and her grin proudly, and I wipe away another fallen tear as I pick it up just as strong arms wrap around me from behind, and Venom places a kiss on the top of my head.
“She’ll be alright, kitten, Viper will make sure of it,” he whispers, his breath tickling my ear. I slowly close my eyes and enjoy the tingles for just one moment, only one, before I move out of his comforting embrace and quickly put the frame in Lake’s bag, knowing she’ll want it before I walk to the door.
“Raya,” Venom calls, but I ignore him. My only thought is to get out of his orbit, but of course, he has other ideas.
He latches onto my arm, stopping me in my tracks before he spins me, causing the bag to fall at my feet. I gasp in shock, not expecting it. Ignoring my reaction he slowly pushes me up against the wall as he cups my cheek, his warmth sending sparks throughout my body.
“Speak to me, kitten,” he commands softly, his eyes racing between mine, and I try to look away, his gaze too intense. He doesn’t allow me and grips my cheek tighter.
“There’s nothing to talk about,” I finally relent, knowing he won’t release me until I speak.
“But there is, there’s so much to fucking speak about. You’re pulling away from everyone that loves you,” he whispers as he presses his body against mine, and suddenly, all I can focus on is his body, which is bad, really, really bad.
I swallow hard and finally say, “Why do you even care, you’ve done nothing but treat me like shit for years and when we did actually sleep together you screwed Angel literally a few hours later!” He flinches but doesn’t back away and I snap, “We have nothing to talk about, just like distancing myself from everyone is the right path for me to take right now. So back up and let’s take the bag to the hospital and we won’t have to see each other again.”
His eyes darken the longer I speak and I, I can’t seem to stop myself from purposely pissing him off.
Dammit, what is wrong with me?
Venom growls as he runs a hand into my hair before pulling the hair tie, causing my hair to flow down my back. He grips it tightly, making me gasp, before he pulls it back, forcing me to look at him.
Anger, lust, guilt, and… No, surely not, love, shine back at me.
I have to be seeing things.
Shaking my head, I try to move out of his hold but his grip tightens before he snaps, “One, I won’t allow you to pull away from your friends, from my fucking sister who loves you to pieces. Two, I won’t allow you to pull yourself out of my life,” but before I can reply, he slams his lips against mine in a hard bruising kiss that send my knees weak and the arm he has around my waist is the only thing keeping me up.
