I Will Follow You

Ten minutes into the drive and the silence was deafening. I looked at Vic whom was totally absorbed in driving, eyes and attention on the road. After going to San Diego police station, turns out he was in a prison 2 towns over which meant an hour drive. Just what we need. I looked at Vic again and this time he caught me. He didn't say anything at first but then he looked at me again. "What are we doing Scarlett?" He asked me. I looked at him and thought for a second.

"Going to bail my dad out of jail." I said nonchalantly.

"No, I mean with us." He said with a bored tone.

"I wasn't aware there still was an us." I said bitterly and turned my attention to outside the window. The sun was setting in the distance and it cast some beautiful shadows on the horizon.

"You know what I mean." He huffed, clearly getting annoyed at me.

"Actually I don't." I said turning my head to look at him again. "There is no us, there is nothing here anymore." I stated, I watched his face for a reaction and there was nothing.

"Then what happened on Friday night Scarlett?" He looked at me for a second and then back onto the road.

"A drunken mistake I guess." I could feel my whole body breaking down the second it left my lips.

"I want to tell Sarah." He mumbled, my neck rapidly turned so I could look at him.

"Is that really a good idea?" I asked incredulously. He shrugged and continued on down the freeway.

"I feel like I'm being an asshole by not telling her." He shrugged.

"No you were being an asshole when you cheated on her." I corrected him.

"It doesn't matter, I've made the mistake now." He sighed.

"Do you feel guiltily?" I asked him, unsure of what he really felt.

"I don't know to be honest and that's what scares me." He had a look of fear on his face.

"Do you regret it?" I asked the dreaded question. Silence filled the car and I feared the words leaving his mouth and confirming my fears.

"No." He mumbled. I couldn't help but smile a little at that statement. "Do you?" He looked at me for a brief second and then back at the road.

"No." I answered quickly. I watch his lips curve up into a smile, but he didn't take his eyes off the road. "Why?" He said with a small grin.

"Because unlike you I'm still living two years in the past, I still have this crazy idea that you still are in love with me and I you. The saddest part is that to me only a week ago I was locked up in a basement and horrible things were done to me. To you last week you spent it with friends and your girlfriend." I told him. His grin faded away into a solemn look.

"I thought you were dead." He whispered.

"But you also moved on and I don't blame you at all, that's not what I'm saying here but I still have feelings for you, I still love you. That just doesn't go away when you've hit pause on time." I explained to him.

"You think I wanted to move on?" He almost shouted at me. "Scarlett I spent weeks on end in my room crying and wishing you'd be there with me. I did everything I could to make sure that I could pull through this and to find out you aren't actually dead? Do you understand what that is like? To have the person you love more than anything else in the whole entire universe be dead and you have to find some stupid way to accept it and deal with it to then find out they aren't dead. Do you know what that's like?!?!" He shouted at me, not daring to look at me once. The tears were streaming down his face by this point and I was on the verge of tears. "Scarlett you were dead, I watched you get buried in the ground. I watched you leave this earth to then find out you're right here! You're beside me right now, you're not a ghost. It's really you!" He ranted on. He pulled into an empty parking lot near the freeway. Once he parked the car he got out and sat on the hood, head in his hands.

I got out of the car slowly and walked over to him. He didn't look up at me, I placed my hand on his shoulder and that's when he finally looked up. His eyes were red and slightly puffy. "I'm sorry, if I could change the way things went then I would. It's not easy for me either." I said softy.

"I just wish I could go back two years and change everything, I just wish that life wasn't this unfair to us." He said softly, no tears this time.

I stepped closer to him and stared down into his eyes. He stared back, intensely. What I found weird was how we had only been staring for about 20 seconds but it felt like an eternity. He reached out and pushed some of my hair out of my face. I couldn't help but blush a little, why does he keep doing this to me? He has a girlfriend and I'm putty in his hands so he gets away with this. "You're killing me here." I whispered. His lips curved up into a smirk, which gave me uncontrollable butterflies.

"Tell me to stop then." He mumbled, pulling me in closer to him. I stared into his eyes, unable to say a word to him. He closed the gap between us by planting his lips on mine, one of his hands snaked around my waist and the other around the back of my neck, pulling me closer to him. I almost felt sick with how excited I was. His lips tasted of mint, something I always liked about him. He always smelled and tasted so good. It was like heaven.

I kissed him back with more force than I intended to but it only encouraged him to push further. His grip on my neck was tight but not in a painful way, in a needy way. It made me feel weightless. I pushed against him and he slid off the car and onto his feet, separating our lips for a minute. He gave me a seductive look and it send me over the edge, my reaction was obviously to his pleasing as he grabbed my hand and dragged me to the back of his car. He opened one of the back doors and got in, pulling me in on top of him as he lay across the seat but I made sure to close the door behind me. His hands grabbed onto my waist and pulled me close to him.

We haven't made out in the backseat of a car since we were 17, so this was like a major flashback for us. His hands slid under my shirt and pushed it over my head, breaking the kiss for a mere second. I straddled his sides and sat on his stomach, staring down at him. "Is this really the path you want to go down?" I asked, cocking my head to the side and taking his hat off of his head and placing it on mines, backwards like he wears it mostly now. He stared up at me, completely mesmerised by my actions.

"You look so beautiful." He stated as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. I could feel my cheeks flush red, it's funny how after all these years he still makes me feel like this.

I leaned down and caught his lips in my own and his hands slid through my hair. He put one arm around my waist and flipped us over so he was on top of me. I felt him unbuckle my jeans and slide them down my legs. I watched his every move and he looked nervous, like it was his first time. The concentration in his eyes made my stomach sink, it was too cute. I watched his shaky hands as he began to undo his own belt and jeans, he looked down at his hands and then back up at me and caught me staring. His cheeks turned a light pink colour and it made me almost melt right there in the backseat of his car. "Vic I want you to fuck me now." I said bluntly. His eyes widened and he nodded.

With that being said, he swiftly pulled my underwear off and his jeans down. Within seconds I felt him inside of me and it brought back a flood of memories, it brought back everything that I chose to ignore, or just forgot. I closed my eyes and tried not to let the tears flow down my face. I wasn't crying because of Vic, I was crying because of what I lost. This is it when it comes to us. All we ever really will be is two people whom are drawn to each other but who knows if we ever will get a happy ending. Maybe I was right in high school, I'm not meant to end up with Vic Fuentes, he's just the fire I got to close to.

I gripped onto his shoulders as he slid in and out of me, the pressure and excitement building between us. I felt his heavy breath on my neck and it gave me goosebumps. It's kinda sad but I would take this over nothing at all, I'm a slave to feeling that Vic gives me in the smallest of ways. "Scarlett." Vic panted. He pulled back and looked at me with so much love in his eyes. "Never leave me again." He mumbled.

I kissed him forcefully and pulled him as close as possible. I could feel myself close to orgasm, I knew he was close. There's always telltale signs with Vic. He moaned my name one last time and then he came, which made me cum. It was like a domino effect. We both breathed heavily and stared at each other but not a word was said between us. He got off me and pulled himself together and got out of car. I got dressed also and got out too. "Is there something wrong?" I asked him as he stood at the front of the car again.

"No." He said sharply. If this is how he's going to act every time we have sex then I'm gonna stop even looking at him.

"Let's just go and get my dad." I suggested. He turned and walked over to the drivers side and got in, I did the same and put my seat belt on. And once again the silence deafened me.

Notes

Hahah what did you think? Is the smut stuff good in the story or is it better without?