5. Grimm
5
GRIMM
She’s here.
I haven’t seen her at a party in months. After that night in my room a while back, I hadn’t seen or heard from her much. A head nod here, a small wave there. But none of it was enough.
She is here now and I have another chance to be with her. If I didn’t already completely fuck it up and turn her off.
Now she’s got the wrong fucking idea, seeing me with my arm draped around this girl. I was only with her because I saw a resemblance to Verena, but seeing her right here in front of me, I realize I’m a fucking idiot.
No one comes close to Verena. She’s an absolute goddess. Her long, dark hair flows down her back and I can’t help but wonder what it would feel like wrapped around my fist. Her big, brown eyes bore into mine and I’d fucking kill someone, myself included, just to change the look on her face.
Our eyes clash before she looks at the girl under my arm and pulls her gaze away. What feels like hours, passes by before she moves again. Towards the front door.
Shit.
She begins to storm out of the house and I stride through the crowded living space to catch up to her. When I do, it doesn’t take long for me to convince her to come up and smoke with me.
So far, so good.
V makes herself at home on the couch we cuddled on all those months ago. My spine stiffens as I remember I haven’t touched it since she left that next morning. Afraid it would lose the blackberry scent that lingered on her skin.
Clearing my throat, I sit at my desk and begin rolling a joint when Verena breaks the silence. “You can still roll that, but can we hit the bong too? That shit looks wild,” she asks, giggling and pointing at the four-foot bong collecting dust on my top shelf. Nodding, I finish rolling and tuck the joint behind my ear.
“As you wish.” I agree, reaching for the bong and bringing it to the bathroom to fill it with water.
Walking back into the room and towards the couch, I hold up the four-footer and present it to her. “Alright. All clean, the bowl is packed. Anything else you need from me, pretty girl?”
Fuck. Pretty girl?
It just slipped out. Being in her presence feels right. Saying it felt right. I clear my throat and continue speaking before she can think about it too much. “Need me to help you light it?”
She nods and positions herself behind the bong, ready to inhale. I light the bowl and pull the piece out when she gives me a thumbs up, telling me she’s ready to take the hit.
Inhaling and exhaling, she makes it look so easy. The beauty that radiates from her still shines, but it has been dimmed.
By who or what? That’s the million dollar question. One I would do fucking anything to have answered. Something about her is different. She’s definitely lost some weight and her face looks more sunken and hollow. Maybe no one else notices her dire need for help, but I’m not like everyone else. I see right through her placating facade.
I see her darkness.
I see her rage.
I see her.
My mind flashes with images of Verena standing over a dead body. We’re covered in blood, standing over someone we’ve killed together. I feel my heart pounding in my chest as she turns to me, blood coating her clothing and skin. She looks like the goddess of death. Destructive and so fucking beautiful. She walks towards me, cupping my cheek, and smearing the blood on my face. Pulling me closer to her, she whispers in my ear, the most heavenly words ever spoken.
“Fuck me, Grimm. Use me until every inch of our bodies has been bathed in their blood.”
Verena’s coughing snaps me out of my fantasy and immediately, my hand moves to cover the erection tenting my pants. I turn around and fix my situation as I’m walking to grab the grinder. Dumping out the ash, I repack the bowl and hand the lighter to V. “Would you be able to assist me?” I ask, my voice hoarse. Keeping my cool has proven to be way more fucking difficult than it should be.
She nods softly, a smirk appears on her face, but falls as quickly as it arrived. Just a glimmer of that beautiful smile makes my heart pound. The sound fills my ears and I’m afraid it's loud enough for her to hear it.
Fucking hell, Grimm. Relax.
“That was nice, thank you. I feel good,” she announces, taking a seat on the couch after my hit of the bong. I hope this means she doesn’t want to go back to the party. “Do you mind if we stay up here a little while longer?”
Fuck, yes.
“Yeah, no problem. Same old party happens every weekend. It’s not every day that I get to see Verena Losado in the flesh. Only happens once a year as of late.” I joke, sounding more spiteful than intended.
Verena’s eyes widen slightly, like she’s caught off guard. I shake my head as I start to apologize. “I’m sorry V, I didn’t mean for it to come out like tha-”
She’s holding out her hand, telling me to stop. That smirk creeps onto her face yet again, and she chuckles. “I guess I deserved that one. I’m sorry I’ve been MIA. This last year threw a lot at me and work was piling up. I’ve been picking up more shifts recently.” She explains, her eyes shifting around the room. Is she…lying?
She sounds like she's been genuinely busy, so I’d like to give her the benefit of the doubt but something isn’t right, here. In reality, I’m hoping that means she’s been too busy for her boyfriend, too.
I want to ask her about Leo. Are they still together? Has he hurt her since that night? Would she be honest with me if I asked her? Probably not. Sighing, I push the questions to the back of my mind. Unless she brings him up, I need to respect her relationship. No matter how much I want to fucking pummel him for ever hurting a hair on her head in the first place.
Walking over to the couch, I take a seat and her intoxicating scent wafts all around me. That familiar smell of blackberry and cocoa butter fills my senses. My cock jerks in my jeans, wanting to bury itself deep inside of her, never washing her scent off of my skin.
Reaching over, she plucks the joint from behind my ear. If her fucking scent didn’t get enough of a reaction out of me, the spark of electricity that flows through me when her fingertips graze my skin surely will. If I wasn’t buzzed from the weed filtering through my bloodstream, I would be well beyond fucked from the sheer high she’s capable of giving me from a single touch.
My hard-on is making a great, big appearance right now and there is no stopping him this time. It physically hurts to restrain him from stealing the spotlight and ruining my moment, but I think of things like my siblings, my dog, and the fact that Verena is still with her douchebag boyfriend.
That last one calms the little man down with no problem.
Verena holds the joint out to me. “You rolled it, you light it,” she says. I stand and bow, emphasizing once again that I will do anything for her, no matter how big or small.
“As you wish.”
She giggles at me; the sound making my heart thrash against my chest as it wraps around and squeezes every fucking fiber of my being. She may think I’m joking, but I’m not.
Slipping the joint out of her fingers, I spark it and inhale. We pass the joint back and forth, making small talk. We share what classes we’re taking this semester and what our schedules are like. Eventually, we tap out and she stands. She disappears into the bathroom and my heart sinks, knowing the end of our time has come.
Just when she emerges, I reluctantly stand, ready to walk her back downstairs to the party. Instead of heading towards the door, Verena pads over to my bed and flops down on her back. Keeping her gaze fixed on the ceiling, she pats the spot next to her, gesturing for me to join her.
She wants me to lie next to her.
On my bed.
Little guy, please remain calm.
“Have you ever wondered how much life would suck if we had to be sober all the time? Always having to face reality with a clear mind?” She laughs and lets out a heavy sigh. “I could never.”
“What reality can’t you face sober?” I question, wanting a glimpse into her life, even if it’s just a sliver.
She turns her head and looks at me. “You know what I’m talking about. Don’t make me say it.” Her head moves back to face the ceiling.
My heart aches with the confirmation that Leo is still hurting her. I want to kill him. I will kill him. As I’m about to respond, she continues. “I’m pretty sure he would kill me if he knew I was here, but I think there’s a part of me that hopes he actually follows through with it and puts me out of my misery…” She pauses for a moment, chewing on her lip before continuing, “I’m sorry. We’re supposed to be at a party having fun and I’m holding you hostage upstairs with my sob stories. Let’s go back dow-”
“No.” I insist, cutting her off.
Verena questions, picking her head up but I cut her off once again.“No? What do you mea-”
“Are you serious, Verena? Did you hear what the fuck you just said? You think I can go and party after you just told me you have a secret death wish just to escape your relationship? I told you once and I’ll tell you again. I’ll remind you every fucking day if I have to. I will kill him myself, with my bare hands, if you ask me to. The only reason I haven’t already is because I don’t want you to fucking hate me.” I spill out, truth lacing my every word. “He could be dead by the end of the night and the brotherhood would have him cleaned up come sunrise. Say the word, and I’ll kill every man on this earth if it makes you feel safer.”
Verena lays down and reaches her hand out to me. The second her fingers touch mine, my dick twitches and presses against my zipper. She slowly interlaces our fingers and I’m immediately shifting to prevent my instant hard-on from being exposed.
Fuck, I need to gain some self-control around this woman.
“Thank you for always being here, Grimm. Thank you for not pressuring me to report Leo. Thank you for respecting my decision. Thank you for being a true friend.” A sharp pang shoots through my heart at the mention of friendship, but I ignore it. Now is not the time. She begins humming the Golden Girls theme song and I palm my face, making her break into a fit of giggles.
Oh little monster, the things I’d do for you.
I let a smile stretch across my face. Today, I’m a friend but soon, I’ll be so much more. I will be the air she breathes and as well as her reason to smile. I will bend and mold myself into whoever she needs me to be, whatever she needs me to do, as long as I can call her mine.
Squeezing her hand, I turn my head and look deep into her eyes, so she knows just how serious I am about her.
“Always. I’ll always be here, V.”
Always.