don't blame me - conrad fisher DISCONTINUED

chapter three

juliana's pov:

it's well after dinner now, and i'm sitting on the beach alone. it's so peaceful near the sea. i'm gonna live here one day i just know it.

suddenly i hear footsteps behind me. i turn around and it's conrad.

"hey, i didn't know you were out here. sorry i'll just go back." he says to me.

"no it's okay, sit." i say softly, patting the ground.

we sit in the silence that masks us. though some tension is here too.

"you know, i'm sorry about earlier. i was an ass to you for no reason." conrad says breaking the silence.

"it's okay." i say to him.

"what's wrong?" he asks me genuinely

i don't know what to say, because-

"just, uh, some family issues is all." i croak out. it's not like me to be so vulnerable, but i feel as though i can tell him. yet, i haven't even told belly, or jere.

"do you want to talk about it?"

i take a deep breath.

"i haven't really told anyone, but my dad's in jail. i only just found out about it because i'm not in contact with him. and i haven't been for almost eight years." i can feel a tear running down my cheek. "he was put in january fourth, this year, for grand theft."

i sniffle and try to continue on, "i thought he forgot my birthday, and i was pissed. i was so angry. i never thought my own father could forget about me, even if he has five other kids. though, i felt bad for him. i would imagine him eating alone at the dinner table. i know he doesn't have anyone around him and yeah he's a shit father but no one should have to be alone, you know?"

"yeah, fuck i'm sorry, jules." he pulls me in for a hug and i don't pull away.

"sometimes i want to reach out to him. but u realize he never even tries to text me, see me or anything. he just gave up, and so have i."

i hug him tighter. i don't even know why i told him. but, it did feel good to get off my chest.

minutes go by and it's getting dark out.

"you feel better, j?"

"yeah, i do. thank you."

"for what?" he asks me.

"for listening. that's all i needed you to do. not give me advice or tell me what to do. just listen."

"of course, i'd do anything for you."

"we should probably start going back. it's almost time for the bonfire."

"yeah, it is. let's go." he says to me as we walk home together.

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"i think i would survive longer in a zombie apocalypse. no joke." i say replying to conrad's question.

"are you sure about that?" he remarks.

"well yeah. you can't punch a zombie you gotta hit it with something. that's your downside, you can only punch and throw!"