Julie Bane

Chapter ThirtyFive

Julie's POV

I walk out of Sam's house and look around for his car. Where is he? He said he would pick me up.

I sigh and take out my phone to call him. He doesn't answer. Just voicemail.

"Carlos, you said you would pick me up. I'm done at Sam's house. Can you please come and pick me up? It's cold out here, and dark. And I really don't want to take my chances of almost getting hit by a car again. Sams asleep. He fell asleep when we were talking arching Christmas movies."

Speaking of Christmas movies, it's Christmas Eve tomorrow.

"If you pick me up and take me to the store I can buy you some gifts. Thanks Carlos, see ya later." I send the voicemail.

I sigh and sit on the porch and wait.

Five minutes later my phone rings. I smile as I see it's Carlos calling.

"Where are you?" I ask right away.

"I don't know, where are you?" He giggles.

"I'm at Sam's house. You're supposed to pick me up, remember? You argued with me about how you didn't want me walking home alone and so you would take me home. Well, where are you?"

"Um, I'm at this cool place. It's called a barrrrrr. I'm actually outside of it right now. I'm having funnnn."

I tense. Is he drunk? Ugh.

"Carlos!" I snap. "Are you drunk?" I ask angrily.

"Mayyyybe." I roll my eyes.

"Why are you drunk, Carlos?"

"Cause I got upset with having to deal with you being with Sam all the time so I decided to let myself have some fun. You wanna know what I got to do?" He doesn't wait for me to respond. "I got to drink. And then I made out with some hot girls, and then I drank some more. And now I'm in a parking lot!" He exclaims.

"How many drinks did you have?" I ask, slightly concerned.

"I don't know. Three. Maybe. Why?"

I sigh and rub my temples, "Carlos, how am I going to get home now?" There's a silence.

"You known what Julie?" He asks. "Get your own damn ride. If you don't want me and prefer Sam, then fine. Get him to give you a ride. I don't give a duck if I'm your bodyguard anymore. You're just an ungrateful little brat!" He yells and I gasp.

"Carlos, that's-"

"You think you're so special because your dad who gave you up when you were born is a retired gang leader. And you think you're so special because you were in foster care all your life, and you escaped and now you have a bodyguard because this gang is after you. You think you're so special with all that thick, gorgeous, dark brown hair and those beautiful brown eyes. Well you know what, everything about you is beautiful. But since you don't want me, I'm not gonna give you sweet compliments." I shake my head at him.

"Carlos, you're drunk so I'm going to forgive you." I tell him.

"No, no, no. What I'm about to tell you is serious do you better listen." He says.

"Fine." I sigh.

"You want people to give you pity. You know that Sam guy? I bet he only likes you because he feels sorry for you. I bet you told him all about what a sweet, innocent little princess you are. And how people are trying to kill you and everything. And maybe you're right, maybe I did only like you because you reminded me of my ex. But what does it matter to you?" I stand up.

"That's not true. I don't want people giving me pity." I growl.

"Yes you do. Maybe that story of Jonah doing that thing to you in the foster home was made up. Maybe you just made it up so I would feel bad for you."

"Then how do you explain my scars?" I ask.

"You probably did that." I freeze.

"What... What the heck Carlos? Why in the world would I do that?" My eyes water.

"For attention sweetie."

"You know what Carlos? Screw you. You're just some poor boy who's lonely. I don't need to listen to you." I cry.

I hear him laugh. "Now you're making yourself cry? Wow, you are trying to make me feel bad. Well it's not working Julie." I can hear the smirk in his voice.

"I-I'm n-not faking it." I say shakily. "I'm actually crying. You made me cry! Why would I give myself those scars? That's terrible! Screw you Carlos!" I yell.

"No, screw you Julie. You-" Before he can finish I hang up on him.

I run down the street with tears in my eyes. How could he say that? Did he actually think that about me? Did he want to tell me that for a while? Was it just random things he was saying? Or was it the truth?

I hear a loud bang go off and I freeze. I slowly turn around and see a figure behind me. A tall, bulky figure slowly walking towards me. I shakily take slowly steps backwards, never taking my eyes off the figure.

"W-who are y-you?" I stammer. They don't respond. I see a black object in their hand as they raise it and point it at me.

I cover my eyes as the same bang sound goes off and I fall backwards on my back. I start whimpering in pain as I hold my shoulder. I open my eyes when I feel something hovering over me and see the same shadow. He reaches his arms out and suddenly I'm snatched off the ground and something presses into my neck. Something sharp. Painful.

I squirm around before my body begins to weaken and my eyelids droop shut and I go limp.

Where's Carlos when you need him?