Juliana Woodland and Nate Jacobs have been best friends for as long as they can remember.
They are now in their junior year and East Highland High School and things are starting to get complicated.
*Had this story up on my old account and it got del...
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Juliana checked her phone again for the fifth time in the last two minutes; still no word from Nate. Their evening had been spent at the football game, which Nate scored the winning touchdown for, keeping his team's winning streak going.
After the game was over, he dropped her off at her house and said he had to run to his own place just for a minute, then he would be right back over.
It had been forty-five minutes since then and there was no sign of him. She called and texted him and got no answer, which was weird, he always answered the phone for her.
She didn't mind waiting on him and wouldn't be mad if something else had come up, but it was strange for him to not let her know. He would never leave her waiting with no explanation, even before they were in a relationship.
She pulled on a grey zip-up hoody and tight black leggings and ran the brush through her hair, which was still damp from her shower. She checked her phone one last time before she walked next door to his house and knocked on the door.
No one answered but she thought she heard a faint thump from inside. She knocked again and waited a moment before slowly opening the door. She immediately heard yelling coming from upstairs.
"You wanna keep fighting? Come on, Nate!" She heard Cal shout as she rushed up the stairs and saw that Cal had Nate pinned down to the floor of his bedroom.
Before she could try to intervene, Nate started to hit his head violently on the hardwood floor.
"What the fuck are you doing to him?!" Juliana screamed.
Cal clearly hadn't heard her come in over all the noise they were making, and he jumped at the sight of her, getting off of Nate and standing up panting. Even with his dad off of him, Nate kept crying out and smashing his head on the floor.
"Nate, Nate!" She shrieked, kneeling down beside him and grabbing his shoulders. "Nate, stop, calm down, I'm here, Cal is gone!"
His movements slowed and he looked around like he was didn't know where he was or what was going on. It was like he had been in a trance and was coming out of it. His face was red and he was completely out of breath.
"It's okay, Natey, it's just me, your dad isn't here now." She soothed him, pulling his head into her lap and stroking it where he had been hitting it.
He didn't say anything, he just stayed in her lap for a while, breathing heavily as she comforted him. She didn't know what happened but she knew that Nate didn't deserve to have his dad on top of him like that.
They stayed there for a little while until his breathing returned to normal and it seemed like he had calmed down.
"I'm going to get you some clothes and we're getting the fuck out of here." She told him.
He just nodded in response and she got up, getting him a brown sweater and black jeans from his closet. She helped him get dressed and got a cold cloth to wipe his face with.
