Chapter 8: Treehouse

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A bottle of Jack Daniels and an hour later 'Blue Moon' just want doing it for me anymore.

I left the bar stumbling but not enough to be dangerous

The sudden urge for more liqour pulsated through me and I knew where I was headed

I left the store with a bottle of fireball whiskey and I made my way to the park sipping my drink throughout the trip

I turned off into the woods near the park

At 11 o'clock on a Friday night in a crime ridden city

I was naturally not worried about humans in woods but the animals

Hey squirrels are terrifying especially when you are as drunk as I am

About half a mile into the woods I heard ruffling in the woods

Oh fuck, this how I die, I can see the headline now

'Intoxicated teen mauled to death by squirrels'

I closed my eyes and shrunk up until....I heard.... loud cursing?

"Greyson?" I called out not into any particular direction

"Who the fuck is Greyson?" Jeydon emerged from the thick group of trees

"None of your damn business" I started walking again, hoping Jeydon wasn't following me

It took him a few minutes but once he realized I wasn't right next to him anymore he started down the same path I did

"Jeydon please go away, I really don't want to be around you anymore" I hiccuped and the took another drink of my bottle

"Really Bry, you're going to be like that" he reached for the bottle and I pulled it away from him "who the hell do you think you are Jeydon" he stopped but I kept walking

I walked another half a mile and finally I reached 'The Treehouse' I climbed the makeshift ladder and landed into my hideaway

I set the bottle on the floor and begin making the room liveable again I turned on the strobe light I had stashed.

Next was to power on the generator for the fridge and lamps. You never would've guesses but under the thin mattress was a laptop

I pulled the clean blanket from the cabinet and wrapped it around myself and sat on the mattress, pulling the computer into my lap and grabbing the bottle of whiskey.

At about 2 I heard russling outside the tree. I made my way to the generator and turned it off, powering off everything in the house.

"Whoa" I heard a deep voice exclaim. The whole time I was begging that this person didn't come up, but of course nothing goes Bryson's way

As soon as the stranger made his way into the room I stood up "what the fuck do you want" the figure moved closer "dude back the fuck up" he just kept coming closer to me until his hand was on my cheek, his face kept getting close but his body stayed in the same place.

It finally registered in my mind what this person was trying to do so I raised my hand and smacked him so hard it vibrated my whole arm "what the hell Bry" my mood didn't change "Jeydon, why did you follow me"

He stood up holding his cheek as I turned on the generator again,

"I needed to tell you what really happened in year 10"

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Yo

Your girl is back
                                                   
         I was actually really high when I wrote this

Unless you're a snitch then I'm just really tired

What do you think actually happened to Jeydon in Year 10

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That's pretty much all I have left to sa out y week until next

🌎I'm out - Journey🌎

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⏰ Last updated: Jan 16, 2017 ⏰

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