Screwed Over

(A/N: Many many many additional chapters are on patreon.com/TheGreatestHunter due to me not realizing just how little I update on here. I like to only post three times a week on here, since that's usually when I come on to do my perusing, but I update on patreon a lot, since they send me some of that good lovin, so I try to do the same. I'll probably start uploading more, on here, but knowing me, I'll completely forget I wrote this in a few days, so....yeah. Have a good read, everybody.)

(A/N continued: Though, I will be posting two chapters back to back right now since this is a pretty short chapter...and then, I'll probably forget I did that and just keep doing it like I've been doing. Either way, you guys will get to read my work and I get to become a better writer. Win win, yes? Yes, yes.)

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"Well, come on, tell me!" Vicki practically demanded in her excitement, clearly new to the world of breaking and entering and probably discovering a new facet to her personality matrix in the process. One that is definitely no less destructive and self-harming than her frequent drug use.

He let the thought flit through his mind of whether or not she was truly worth the time...and then decided it was a yes.

This was his world now.

His home now.

And he would not be himself if he didn't, at the very least, try to explore every single thing that might interest him. Whether that be people, places, or things. If he felt it might catch his interest, he would explore its depths for all the discovers that lie beneath.

So, with that said, he immediately poured cold water on the girls excitement by giving her a full head tilt coupled with an eyebrow raise, that was both a little condescending and posed the unspoken question of "are you stupid".

"How about we go ahead and drive off from the scene of our crime and then we can talk about what I got." The closed mouth smile that he gave her definitely conveyed a little pity, which produced the look of frustration on her face that he was hoping for.

Though, it also had its desired result as she shifted gears, pressed the gas, and then they were off.

"Don't look over there," he told her quickly, when he saw her head about to shift in the direction of the Salvatore house from the corner of his eye. "Keep your eyes on the road, straight ahead, like you're just driving by. No need to draw attention to yourself from the person you just screwed over."

Well, that got a reaction, as she instead swiveled her head in his direction. "I screwed over?" She said a little louder than she needed to in indignation. "How did I screw them over? You didn't even tell me what we were doing before we did it."

*Scoff* He scoffed, clearly, in case it wasn't evident.

"And yet, I did tell you. And you participated. And then asked about the gains when the deed was done. Face it, Vicki," he looked over at her, his eyes still tracking the road that she had only barely looked at since the car started going forward from the corner of his eye. "When doing shit like this, shit that you know is wrong, there is no along for the ride." He spoke, his gaze becoming more steely and cold with every word spoken like a knife through her chest. "It doesn't even matter if you just went along with the crowd and didn't really tacitly agree. When you associate with people doing fucked up things, then you are just as responsible as them when shit happens. The only question is, can you handle the absolute shit storm that will rain down on you when it hits the fan? Or," he reached out and grabbed the wheel, realigning the truck that had veered to the other side of the road, never taking his eyes from her trapped ones. "Will you leave the dead body in the woods, run to room, and cry like a little bitch before going right back to getting high again?" He finished casually, as he turned his attention fully back to the road, kept his hand on the wheel and relaxed back on the seat, only letting go of the wheel for a moment to switch hands.

"Every decision you make has a consequence, Vicki."

He began, his voice now conversational, and a little understanding.

"Your mom left you and your brother with no debts, but also all of her emotional baggage and a sense of being unwanted. For her, it was probably with the thought that it wasn't such a big deal. They'll get over it and I'll come back eventually to check on them, or some shit like that."

"But for you guys, it was no where near as casual and easy. You guys were left holding the bag for the decision that she made. Left needing to provide for yourselves. Ignore the rumors and looks around town. All while going to high school."

"Your brother hunkered down and sought to be Mr. All American. Mr. Dependable, to carry his weight. You, you turned to drugs, and more than likely empty, meaningless, boring sex, to carry yours. And while that would be okay if you were alone and had the mentality for it. You don't, and you're also not alone.

"Now, along with the weight that your mom threw onto your brother's back, you also added your own."

He stopped, as he reached down, lifted her leg that had been pressing the gas, and slowly put it on the break, at the stop sign, as he continued talking.

"Your choices have consequences that go beyond yourself," he said, as he put her foot back on the gas, and turned the wheel to go off road, her eyes, tears, and frown, never leaving his face.

"The question is, who carries your weight?"

"When you fuck off around town and have to call your brother to come and pick your sloppy ass up from wherever you passed out. It's him."

"When you get lost wondering around in a haze and he has to come find you, it's him."

"When you bring a sad, emotionally vulnerable dumbass boy, touched by the mark of stupid, out into the woods implying a good time, only to get him high, and leave him to die."

"It's me."

He finally looks back into her eyes, his own showing something that very few had seen in his past life, and no one had seen in original Jeremy's in this life, as Vicki reared back, slamming her head against the door window behind her. Her eyes wide, filled with something that spoke of fear....and something else.

"However, now, I've made a choice of my own. And that's for you to carry some weight on your shoulders. Now, get your ass out of the car. We have shit to do. And I ain't digging up no graves."