Talk more, Sleep less

Chapter 2

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warning: this chapter is kinda sad at first. ik this is a sleepover but i felt like i had to include at least ONE sad part to keep the story interesting.

trigger warning: mentions of abuse

John's POV
"Ok now that everyone is here, let's go to the basement where we will be sleeping!" Eliza announced.

That suddenly woke me up from the mini nap I was taking on the couch.

"We are sleeping in a.....basement....??" I asked drowsily, hoping that I heard wrong.

"Haha no worries, it's not a creepy basement, like in the horror movies. It is like a regular room, except below the ground." Eliza reassured

Fuck... I tried to forget about my phobia of basements. But as we walk down the stairs, the fear starts to kick in and I shake.

The reason I am so scared of basements is because when I was younger, my dad used to get drunk, and bring me and my siblings to the basement. Then, he would make us all sit down in these old wooden chairs. After we sat down, he would individually smack, cut and bruise each of us.

And the worst part was that he made me watch him abuse my younger siblings.

I wanted to fight back, but I couldn't. My dad carried a gun, and he would not be afraid to shoot us.

We finally got him arrested, but the memories still haunt me to this day.

I don't know how I will be able to survive this sleepover without breaking down.

I take deep breaths to try to calm myself down.

I tried to clear the memories of my dad's pocket knife digging through my stomach. The bloody bruises he would give my siblings. But the thoughts would not escape my mind.

I made it to the bottom of the steps. Ok, I haven't broken down yet. To distract myself, I observe the basement. It quite large, which isn't surprising– I mean, it is the schuyler's house. The walls of the basement are painted a washed out purple. In the basement I see a movie projector, a foosball table, a pool table, and a ping pong table.

The basement smelt like fresh chocolate chip cookies out of the oven. What is that smell? To distract myself, I follow the smell into another room of the basement. Then, I see freshly baked cookies on the table. I could tell they were supposed to be for dessert, but I took one anyways.

Everyone was having foosball tournament, but I just sat down on a maroon couch in the room with the cookies. I needed to clear my mind. I doubt anyone will notice I am gone anyways.

Then I hear footsteps approaching the room. All I could think of is my dad. I start to break down and cry.

Alex's POV
I had just beat Jefferson at foosball!! I was so happy I was moving onto the "championship round" of the foosball tournament.

I tried to look for John because I knew I could brag about my victory to him without him being annoyed.

I can't seem to spot John anywhere!! This gets me worried. I start to look around for him without drawing any attention to myself, because I don't want to worry anyone else.