Trying to Get over Us: A Short Story

Veronica lied at the back of the car, waiting impatiently for Jon to come. She was still scared, but not as much as before. Knowing Jon, she was sure that he had everything under control.
Without warning, a pile of clothes fell on top up of her, causing her to shoot up to fully understand why and how all her clothes made their way to her. She saw Jon opening the door to the driver's side, looking completely angry, more than anything she ever saw from him. "Are you alright?" she question. She never really expected an answer from him, but she just felt like asking.
Just as she'd expected, he didn't answer. She wasn't going to force him to, since that would just cause him to blow up. However, she wanted to ask him what happened and why he was bringing her with him, along with practically every piece of clothing she owned, but she could he could tell that he wasn't in the mood to answer any of them. All she had to do was wait until he calmed down a bit.
His hand reached behind and rested on her leg. He began rubbing it, and it soothed her a bit, but not completely. Despite Jon doing whatever he did, she was still shaken up by the whole thing. Her mind was racing with thoughts, bad thoughts. She could practically still feel Andrew's hand around her throat. It was frightening that she nearly met her death. Believe it or not, that wasn't the first time it happened, and she knew that he would somehow find her and try to finish the job more painful than the last.
"Veronica!" Jon's voice tore her from her thoughts, and the tone of her voice indicated that he'd called her true name more than once.
"I'm sorry, I was just thinking about something." She saw him nod, after he removed his hand from her leg. "What were you saying?"
He sighed, and ...

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...he stress in your life has some sort of close relationship with you stripping." He noticed the glare she was giving him, so he decided to elaborate further. "I don't see anything wrong with you being a stripper. Hell, I still frequently visit them, but some people take it too far and endanger your life," he said, waiting for what ever retort she had.
She sighed, then rested her head back on his shoulder and wrap her arms around her neck. "I guess you're right. I love stripping, but most of the shit I get into is connected to my job. Maybe I should… nah, I can't make such a decision yet."
Jon nodded and placed a kiss on her forehead. "Think about it. Remember that you're more likely to be in danger if you stay." He just had to remind her one last time. He loved strippers more than anyone, but he couldn't stand to hear that her life was threatened because of her job.