Kitchen Sink {Jalsey Fanfic}

Gasoline

Josh*** (ABUSE AND ALCOHOL AND DRUG WARNING)

I was in debt

"I told you about the car crash, that night. But I never told you about what really went on throughout my childhood and shit." She nodded, her eyes locked with mine. Transfixion, I suppose. "Um. It's really hard for me to talk about. Like, really hard." She nodded once more, "Are you ready?" She said, and I nodded. "So I guess it was sunshine and rainbows until I was about 7. Until my aunt and uncle got me placed in their custody. God knows why. My aunt was kind and loving, God bless her, honestly. But my uncle. He was different. A bad man. He would always have these bottles of different alcohol. And he lost himself. Every. Single. Time. If he wasn't out banging some fucking whore behind a goddamn nightclub!" I raised my voice with that last sentence, making Ashley jump at the slightest. "Sorry, but as I was saying, he was not a good person. He would come home and scream and shout. That went on until I was 10 or so, that's when it got physical. He would use anything he could reach to hit us with, my aunt usually standing in front of me, taking more blows then I ever did. God that man taught me how to fear."

At this point, Ashley and I where fighting off tears. I realized something.

She was the first perosn I ever told this story. We had been close enough, considering we had slept together. I took a deep breath.

"He had been hitting us with most things, TV remotes, broken bottles. My aunt had become this twitchy person. When you reached toward her she would flinch, or move. The only person to touch her was me or her very best friend, Jewel. Jewel would take me out and such. That woman was the mom I hadn't had in a while. At this time I was around 14. My uncle had been arrested and my aunt was showing recovery. That wasn't lasting longer though, as the next week we had found he had been bailed out by God knows who."

You can trust her.

Finish.

She won't hurt you.

Hes not here.

I turned on my heel and bolted for the door. My feet ahead of my mind. I flung the door open and ran down the corridor. "Joshua!" I heard Ashley's faint voice. I didn't give a single shit. I opened the door to the staircase. And before I knew I was down the road. I spotted the bar the fight had gone down at. I opened the door and felt in my pockets. My debit card. I slinked down into an empty booth. "Hey, welcome to Wendall's, what can I get ya, sweetie?"

"The strongest fucking alcohol you got."

"Be right back, darling."

She definitely belonged at a southern diner, not a grimy bar known for crime.

Sinking further into the booth, I reflected on what I had done to Ashley, something she didn't deserve.

My phone chirped.

Tyler: aye buddy, ma boy, ma pal, my fren, my dude, my chillmate. What do you say to bailing UR mate outta the slammer.

Jishkew: what?

Tyler: I got too drunk last night and I crashed and hit some poles and possibly and old woman. Or a bag of potatoes. To drunk to remember. It was on a bench tho so.

Jishkew: I can't get there fast. M8 call Jenna.

The lady was back again with a blue drink in a medium glass. She looked familiar. I looked at her name tag.

Hey, My name is:
Jewel

Auntie Jewel?

"Ummm. Did you know a little boy named Joshua?" Creepy questions 101.

"I can recall a child. But that was many years ago. He'd be around 28."

"Auntie Jewel?"

"Little Jish?"

I slid over and let her sit next to me. "I'm not so little anymore."

I just suffered heartbreak.

"Oh honey. Heartbreak is awful."

"I said that out loud?"

"Sure did." She said, sadly smiling at me.

*2 HOURS LATER*

"I should go." I said sliding out if the booth, hugging jewel. "Get Ashley back, joshy, she needs you." Jewel said smiling.

I walked out of the bar, shaking my head and staring at the pavement and sorta crying. I was kind of drunk, adding to my feeling heap.

"Little Joshua?" A deep voice said, practically hearing the smile in their voice.

I turn and look up. A man in a green leather jacket and black skinny jeans.

"Skinny jeans don't make you skinny, buddy." I said.

"I think I prefer you a cowering little 10 year old." He said, his voice venomous (thanks foR THE VENOM).

Uncle Will.

"Why are you here?" I asked, annoyed and angry at his nerve.

"I always see you, I just had to wait until you where a bit drunk."

He said this as he stepped forward, pulling something out from his pocket.

Word Count: 831

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