World War Me | Vic + Rose
It had been a week since Vic had gotten back from her break in New York. A week since she had listened to the voicemail she had received from Jett yet had been too high or drunk to remember anything about it. She had been blissfully ignorant of what could have been but after trying again and again to call him after what had happened to Logan, she had discovered the voicemail and it was like everything was crashing down around her. She didnāt know how many times she had listened to the voicemail now but she did know that she was coming down from the high she had been on for the last couple of hours. She had gone from being blissfully calm to feeling like she could scream and cry until she had nothing left. She was craving something - anything - that could take the edge off but she didnāt have the energy to get up and give herself a fix. Her hands started to shake and she ran a hand through her hair, jumping slightly when her bedroom door opened. Seeing that it was only Rose, Vic let her hand drop into her lap, not caring about how bad she mustāve looked. It didnāt matter anymore. āRosieā¦ā She started, her voice cracking. āRosie, Iāve fucked up. Iāveā¦Iāve screwed everything up. I fucked up.ā
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