therubixcube commented on wipeoutqueen's post in blueridgeschool:

It had been almost a month since Ruby had seen Victor, not since the morning after the party that his friend had thrown at the end of the school year. He had offered to side-along apparate home with her that morning, but Ruby had denied him, hadn't even wanted to look at him and remember how much shame he made her feel, and she made her way to the nearest Floo station with her splitting headache instead. She had been ignoring most of his texts and biding her time between her summer home, and Emma's home, ever since. Everything about the experience felt fresh, especially her disgust, despite a month passing by. It felt like every second night, she would jolt awake from the same dream, gasping for air in the real world as her dream world would dissipate slowly. It was the same every time, his hands around her neck and his full weight boring down on her, on top of her. He weighed probably more than twice what she did, and his breath that night had smelled like old beer and barbeque chips, a gross detail that even her frequent dreams wouldn't leave out. Sometimes she thought she could smell it for a few seconds even after she woke up. Every night it felt real, until she sat up and saw it was just Emma that was beside her instead. She didn't like to talk about it much, but Emma knew everything anyway, she understood.

Being with Emma was easier, preferable even, and it made more sense. Emma wouldn't hurt her, she could trust her. Even if she felt Emma's hands around her neck, she didn't think that she could really be scared. It wasn't the same. It was becoming harder and harder to avoid or deny the closeness between them, building more with each day they wasted on the beach together. Despite everything that had happened in the beginning, it was turning out to be a pretty relaxing summer for her. She couldn't think of a place that she'd rather be than Summerland right then.

Watching the sunset had sounded like a fine idea, and she had made sure that they were far enough down the shore to avoid trouble. Some of the drunken party goers tonight would probably be from her own sister's party, and she sure as hell didn't want to be there, or run into anyone from Blue Ridge at the moment. She had taken Emma at her word on the no sand promise, and Ruby brought their blanket and old battery-operated radio along with them, the same ones they had been dragging to the beach for almost ten years now, but both laid discarded beside the bonfire now. Her copy of Mockingjay lay across the top of the neatly folded blanket as well, but she had given up trying to read ages ago now, once the fire needed to be lit. She really wished they had brought something to eat, her stomach grumbling slightly as Emma leaned back against her. Ruby's knees were bent up, Emma leaning back between them, and the brunette's arms were loosely looped around the older girl's shoulders and neck from behind.

"Maybe we should just break our wands," she half-joked, though the thought had crossed her mind. Her parents would just buy her another, and make her go back to school. But if she didn't go back to school, she didn't have to deal with Victor at all. "We'd still need educations, of course. Perhaps we could go to public school here all year round. I heard they've got an exceptional debate team.. and state champion mathletes, how accomplished!"

Shaking her head a bit, Ruby let her chin rest on Emma's shoulder, near the crook of her neck. "In all seriousness though," she began slowly, never usually one to hesitate for even a second. Choosing words of comfort was different though, it was harder, even with Emma. She always wanted to say just the right thing to make the blonde girl feel better. "Everything is okay. I won't let anything happen to you.. I feel better here with you than I've felt-- well, in ages. Quote me on it later when I realize how insane I am for admitting it, but.. I'm not even really looking forward to going back to classes in September. I'm really not."