The Quiet One

Chapter 7: Saturday's Past 2

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Contains intense violence
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"No no no no." I paced back and forth recalling everything I had read over text earlier.

Cassey: OMG! You should totally come. My cousin Alfonso is taking us to his old school!!
Cassey: But guess what... It's shut down.
Cassey: What's more exciting than old shut down buildings, am I right or am I right?
Becky: Hey, Idk if Cassey texted you already or not but we're going on an adventure today and you should come with! If not we still totally wanna come over your house tonight.
Cassey: So basically just about... Everyone we know is going. It won't be as fun without you though. Please come !!
Becky: Literally everyone we know is going and obvi we won't all fit in a car so we're in for a good walk, should be there by 9. Where are you at Aly?
Cassey: So we found this bus just left here... And omg.... It still works.
Cassey: We're all on the bus now, my cuzo has gone only a tad wacko! and i don't care if you can actually come or not, we're all on our way back to your house toooooooooooooooo
Becky : wisnxishwbwkxomq
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I look back over to the tv to see the bus, fallen over a cliff. I couldn't even cry. I couldn't even breathe. I couldn't believe it was real, I kept telling myself it couldn't be them. All my friends I ever knew and loved on that bus. The only person I told myself I had right now was Uncle Julian. I didn't even care about what he had just done, I only wanted to cry into his shirt until it was soaked with my tears and he had heard too much of me rambling on.
I run down the stairs into my basement, where the smell of alcohol filled the air like a gas. "Jules?" I say through my tears. I walk up to him, sitting in a lounge chair finishing his fourth bottle of some hard drink. "Oh my gosh, how did you drink all that so fast?" I stare at the empty bottles. He gulps the drink down so quickly, not paying any attention to me or my crying. "Jules I need you right now can you put that down?" I watch him, in a weird state that I've never seen him in, nor wanted to. It was so unusual, like his body was there but nothing was inside. He gulped down the last bit of it, and threw the bottle at the wall. I jump as the glass shattered into a million pieces, and my head begins to feel scorching hot. I've only ever felt safe around him, he was like my safe haven to always run to. But now, all I had was fear. Fear of what this side of him might do or say. Could he even be here for me, if he wasn't all the way here?

"What?" He says in the grumpiest way possible. I just watch him. "What are you looking at!" He yells at me, standing from the chair and throwing his arm across the small table in front of him to smash another bottle that sat there. I jump back and the tears are coming more and more. He stares at me, but not really at me, with the nothingness in his eyes, then looks away. He grabs a fifth bottle.

"No Julian, please not another one." I begin to think of how much damage all the alcohol could do to him, and to me too.

"Who says you can command me what to do?" He then looks me right in the eyes, a cold and dark look. I don't say a word, he's scared the tears away. I wipe off my face with my sleeves as I no longer cry. "Want to see someone commanding someone else what to do?" He takes a step towards me, dropping the full bottle of liquor onto the ground and it smashes into millions of pieces. I jump once again. "I'll show you commanding." He begins to smile, not in a way that he made a joke or is happy, but in a laughter way like he's gone completely mad. He begins to unbuckle his belt. My heart nearly stops.

"What, are you gonna whoop me?" I ask, trying to convince myself against the reality of what I really knew.

"I'm going to do much worse than that sweetheart." He pulls his belt all the way out from the loops. I couldn't believe what was about to happen. I couldn't let it happen. I quickly scan the room for a weapon. I grab one of the bottles he still had sitting around and smash it into his head. He bleeds pretty bad, enough to distract him but it doesn't take him out. I run for the stairs not looking back, but just as my foot touched the first step his grasp was around my waist. I scream for help, I plead for him to let me go, but nothing helps. He slams me onto the ground and kneels over me. I gasp for air. "This is what happens to little girls who try to be the boss. This is what men are suppose to do for women to let them know who's really in charge here." He is half leaning to his right side from how drunk he is. Just then he stops all movement. It's silent and I try to think of any way to get out of this uncomfortable position, but there's no way out. Before I know it, he faces to the right and pukes right there, right then. The sight of it pouring out makes me want to puke too.