~ The One I Need ~ Johlex Fanfiction ~

Payback

After calling the police, we all waited for Bryan to call or send a message. Maybe come home and see the surprise we had for him. He deserved what was coming for him. An older male cop, about 40, questioned Kyle and Johnnie when I was left alone with a younger cop.

"So you were trying to find somewhere to relax when you saw that there was a recently dug hole that's been refilled, then you called over those two younger men to help you dig with shovels, and then you found the body?"

"Yes, sir," I responded. "I nearly broke out into tears. I tried to find out what happened but Johnnie and Kyle said we should call you first." As I inhale and exhale deep breaths, my heart beats faster and faster. I've never been a really good liar.

He finishes writing  in his notepad and looks at me, commenting, "That was a good idea. If I have anymore questions, I'll let you know." I nod my head, letting him know that I understand. He walks off to who I'm assuming is his partner, a woman about his age, with dark eyes and blonde hair. I turn back and exit the house through the backdoor. Quietly panting, I realize that I'm hyperventilating. My breath becomes faster, causing me to feel dizzy. This is like one of my anxiety attacks, except I'm not alone. Sliding down the exterior of the house, I exhale hot air, puff after puff after puff. Closing my eyes, I slowly begin to calm down. I couldn't handle lying like this, it made me feel so nauseous. My heartbeat slows, so that's a good sign. Johnnie comes out, swinging by the door frame, stating, "Since they already took our statements and Kyle and I are witnesses, they won't have to really talk to us unless there's a trial." Catching my breath, I hold the wall to keep my balance as I stand up. "That's good, right? Now they just have to arrest Bryan."

"They need to find out where he is, first. And if they don't have enough evidence, then they can't do anything. If they do arrest him, and that's a very big 'if', then we're going to have to do whatever we can to keep this place as ours. That includes Kyle, me, you, and your mother."

I had never done or been in this situation in my entire life before. What the hell am I saying, it's rare that someone has, let alone live in it. This isn't casual. It's not normal. This was a situation that I had no idea how to get out of. Not that I was going to leave Johnnie or Kyle to leave it to themselves. We all had gotten into this, and we were all going to get out of it the way we came in; together. 

My mother then bursts through the door, panicked, glaring around the room. "Alex? Alex, are you here?!"
Entering the house through the back door, I exclaim, "Mom, I'm right here, what's wrong?"
"Jesus, I thought that something bad happened to you when I saw the police outside, I didn't know if Randy found out if we were here and hurt you or even worse...God, why are cops here?"

"Because Bryan killed someone, Mrs. Dorame. Kyle and I couldn't have you and Alex here without knowing everything going on in this house. We're witnesses," Johnnie states.
My mother takes a step back in shock, taking a deep breath through her nose and out of her mouth. "You wouldn't lie about something like this, would you boys?"

Johnnie and Kyle both shake their heads as Kyle replies, "No, ma'am. It's a serious matter."
Taking her thumb and index finger, she rubs the bridge of her nose. She inhales and exhales slowly, as if she was trying to think of a solution. "I'm going to take a hot bath and try to relax. If anyone bothers me, I will actually end up hurting someone."
"Mom, please. Calm down, get your water running, and I'll get your robe, alright? Just go relax."

She feels her head, then comments, "Alright. I'll try. Could you also get me some ibuprofen? I feel a headache coming on." I nod my head. She begins her way to the bathroom, shutting the door behind her.

Turning around, I whisper, "Guys, we can't talk about this too much around my mother, alright? She gets really bad heart attacks from stuff like this, and I'm surprised that she isn't even dead yet. We don't have enough money to pay hospital bills, so I really don't want to take the risk, alright? Just please don't talk about it around her. She has a lot going on." The boys nod their heads, then I pull up my hair into a messy bun and comment, "Now I have to get my mom her robe."

Striding up the stairs, I go to my mother's room at the end of the hall and grab her dark red robe from the back of the door. I make my way downstairs, then go to the bathroom. Gently knocking, I say, "Mom, I have your robe. Can I come in?" 
"Yeah, sweetie, just open the door a little bit and I'll grab it." Slowly cracking open the door, I stick the robe out so my mother can grab it, then she does. I shut the door behind me, then go into the living room so I can sit next to Johnnie on the couch. He wraps his arm around me, asking, "Are you and your mom okay?"

"Me, yes. Her, I'm not so sure about. If she tries to do something again, I swear..."

"Something? What do you mean?"

I stammer, "She...she would try to kill herself. She would try to kill me, our dog, my step-douche. We tried to get her committed, but she fought back. Really hard. When I was about fourteen, she broke a wine bottle and tried cutting her own throat. She would attempt to beat me with a golf club when I was a kid before my dad would stop her. She also nearly shot my dog and not to mention my personal favorite, tried hanging herself from the shower or stabbed Randy in the leg before he woke up and knocked her out before she could do anything else to him or to herself. Doctors diagnosed her as schizophrenic, others as bipolar. We knew she was both instead of one or the other. I'm just glad she's on her medication and isn't such a fucking psycho anymore. Or at least that I've seen."

"Jesus Christ, Alex. You're sure she's still on her meds?"
"I make sure she does. Every night. Check under her tongue, behind her teeth. I know the tricks. I've done some of them before. Don't ask why. I'm way too exhausted to explain."
"I understand. It was something like that when my dad had one of his depressive episodes. It would scare she shit out of me. But he died of cancer several years back, and I just have to think he's in a better place now than when he was alive."

I lay my head on Johnnie's shoulder as I rub his chest. I feel his muscles loosen up from under me as Kyle asks, "When would be a good time to ask her for her opinion on the subject?"

"Whenever we're going to know what to do if they process Bryan and take him to jail."

This was when I knew things were going to be even more different than before.