Guy Germaine was going to lose his mind. He was dealing with the loss of his friend, the second he's lost in the span of two years. While he's grieving the loss of his friend, Allison was once again slipping from his grasp. But this time, with nothi...
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Guy Germaine didn't talk to me for three days.
I saw him those three days ago, and then after that, he stopped answering calls, and hadn't been heard from since.
I sighed, throwing myself off the couch, and headed towards the door.
Connie and I had been staying with Bombay after our parents abandoned us two years ago. We were still unsure why they left, and if they were ever coming back, but at this point, I think Connie and I finally came to terms that they weren't coming back for us.
Well, we tried too. I could still hear Connie crying at night, and I knew she could hear me as well. Maybe it would have been different if just one of them had left, but both? And no note, no explanation, no anything. They just up and left. It made my chest hurt just to think about them.
It had also been nearly two years since we'd seen any of the others who joined us for the Goodwill Games. They had visited occasionally, some rarely, and some none at all, and the only one who was able to make frequent visits was Russ. The last time they were all here was Jesse's funeral, and the last time we were all together was the campfire we had before Jesse was killed.
I headed to the Germaine house, and knocked on the door, wanting to why Guy was ignoring me once again. I gave a slight smile when Carlo answered the door.
"Hey." I greeted. "Is Guy home?"
Carlo nodded. "Yeah, but I don't think he wants to see you."
I deflated, taken back. "Why not?"
Carlo shrugged, leaning on the doorway, running a hand through his blond hair. "He's been in a weird mood for the past few days. Said he didn't want to see anyone. He's been like this since you left. I'm sure it's nothing you did, though."
That didn't do much to comfort me. Did I do something wrong when I was here last? What could I have possibly said to make him upset this time? All I did was comfort him. I didn't think I said or did anything wrong.
"Do you want me to give him a message?" Carlo asked, tilting his head.
I shook my head, mumbling how he didn't have too. I waved softly at him, and he gave me a smile before shutting the door. I sighed again, shoving my hands into my pockets.
"I guess I'll go visit Charlie." I mumbled, shuffling down the sidewalk.
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Guy Germaine still didn't want to speak to me.
At least, that's what Carlo kept telling me when I went to their house a week later.
I had decided to give Guy some space, not wanting to be too clingy. Maybe that's why he had been ignoring me? He thought I was too clingy? That had to be it. What else could it be? As I reached the Germaine house, my letter clutches softly in my hand, I heard yelling from inside. I knocked on the door, but with the yelling it seemed that my knock went unheard.
"...mean you've been telling her that I don't want to see her?" I heard Guy demand, his voice low and angry.
"You said that you didn't want to see anyone." Carlo responded, his voice full of condescension.
"That didn't include her!" Guy yelled.
"Why not? You'be been in a mood for almost two weeks now. I was sparing her feelings."
"Sparing her feelings!?"
"Yeah! Because you're a little bitch, who takes his bad feelings out on his best friend!"
"I don't do that!"
"Don't you? What did you do when you got jealous of Peter? What did you do when you got jealous of Adam? What did you do when you got jealous of Luis? What about when Connie called you of for your pathetic behavior?" Carlo listed.
I didn't hear a verbal response, but the sound of skin hitting skin. My eyes widened, and I knocked loudly on the door. I heard grunts and growls of pain and anger, and was relieved when the door swung open.
I stopped in the doorway of the living room, watching as Carlo slammed Guy onto the ground.
"Get off me!" Guy snarled, struggling to get out of his brothers grip.
"Guys!" Marcel yelled. "We have a guest."
Carlo and Guy turned, and I saw Carlo give Guy a taunting smirk. "Looks like your lover's here."
"Shut up." Guy snapped, trying to wrench his arms free.
Carlo let go, giving his brother one last hard shove. Guy got up, and I could already see the bruises lining his cheek. I let out a sigh through my nose, bring my hand up to touch his cheek. Guy jerked his head away, turning to sit down at the table.
I sighed, and instead of asking him if he was okay, asked, "Did you get a letter in the mail?"
He nodded, grabbing an envelope, holding it up. "Have you opened yours?"
"Yeah." I said, sitting across from him. "Are you taking the scholarship?"
He rolled his eyes. "My mom's making me. School's the only escape I have from Carlo, and now I'll have to see him there too. She said she doesn't want to have to make multiple trips."
"Carlo and Marcel can drive, though." I said, my brows furrowed.
Guy grumbled under his breath. Marcel walked up behind Guy, ruffling his hair. "Come on, Guy, it'll be fun."
"No it won't." He said. "Because now, not only will Carlo be able to beat my ass at home, but he now will also get to beat my ass on the rink."
I pulled a face, imagining Carlo checking Guy into the boards. I had forgotten that Marcel and Carlo had played hockey too. "I'm sure it will be fine, Guy."
"My face is blue and purple, Allison." He snapped, his eyes flashing with anger. "If you think people being around is going to stop him from beating on me, then you're wrong. If anything, that'll make it worse."
"Then don't piss him off." Marcel said.
Guy turned his sharp eyes towards his brother. Marcel held his hands up, shuffling away. Guy rested his head in his arms, and I watched him wince every now and then.
"Let's do something to keep your mind off that beat down you just got." Guy's head shot up, and he gave me a glare. "Sorry. Come on, let's go hang out with Charlie, or something."
He stood up and said, "Fine. Let me see if Jes-"
He cut himself off, and shuffled out the door, with his head down.
