Victor Hernandez has a Girlfriend!

Jules Young: Dreading the Innocent.

O.K..

Alright, it's taken care of.

It's alright. It's done.

Breathe. And go home.

I would say that after threatening the hell out of Emmaline Moreau, I did look back at her retreating figure while making my own way back to my house.

It didn't matter (not). Sigh.

It's taken care of, Jules.

Entering my own house, I rushed to my room and unconsciously started pacing back and forth.

Frustrated, I ran my hands through my hair as I felt my throat dry. I went to the kitchen and grabbed a cold water bottle from the fridge. After taking a few gulps of the cold water, I took the bottle to my room again pacing back and forth.

What have I done?

What have I bloody done?

No, maybe it is just a dream. Nothing happened.

I...I couldn't r-rape a girl!

Shuffle.

My head shot towards my bedroom door, I realized I forgot to close it.

I always closed it.

The last thing I wanted was for my dad to find out what I just did. So I quickly closed the door shut and locked it.

I put the water bottle on the side-table as the sight of my messed up bed sheets caught my eyes. There it was. The proof of my deed.

But I still found it hard to believe until I touched the sheets with my hands, feeling its fabric and the horrifying story entangled within its threads.

Ugh.

Just then I spotted something on the floor. It was thrown away with a few books coming out of it. It was Emmaline's school bag.

Another proof.

I stared at it for a few seconds before I neared myself to it and, with my right hand, attempted to touch it. But before my hand could come in touch with it or the books, the crying face of Emmaline flashed before my eyes and jerked my body far away from the bag.

*heavy breathing*

It is real. All real.

I felt like I was going mad. I pulled on my hair and felt my cheeks get wet. My eyes started to sting.

I didn't know what to do next. Then it occurred to me that tomorrow is the day when Emmaline and I had to present our science project. But her bag is apparently with me. What should I do with it?

Will she show up tomorrow? Will she keep her mouth shut about everything that happened?

Did I do a good job at threatening her or will I have to do it again or more often?

Ugh, all these possibilities and all these questions.

~.~

I opened my eyes feeling something hard underneath me. The first thing that I saw was the window which was already washing the curtains with the morning sunshine.

Birds were chirping outside as I rubbed my eyes and saw that I had fallen asleep on the floor. I got up and checked my wrist watch. It was only 05:20 when normally I woke up for school at 06:30. Groaning, I laid my aching body on the bed and closed my eyes.

I am not going to school today.

I was fully satisfied with this decision of mine. School sucks anyway. And I already have perfect attendance. All these reasons to not go to school.