Fresh & PJ NaJ

Secrets Unveiled

Hey Pups! Yes, I am using the name unless I think of a new one or someone suggests a name. That is all I have to say. Onto the new chapter.

(Fresh PoV)

I was beginning to panic. No, not just panicking, this was an anxiety attack. I tried to follow the instructions that had been drilled into my head. Taking a deep breath all my thoughts began flooding my brain. I couldn't think. I couldn't breath. I couldn't move. I was just frozen, almost lifeless. Pj was looking at me confused but a bit alarmed. He slowly sat me down. I was slowly breathing in deep oxygenated breaths. 1...2...3... Until everything began to feel normal again.

But now I had a bigger problem. Pj just saw me have an anxiety attack, now I have more to explain. 'Great.' I thought sarcastically. Eventually, I managed to summon the courage to look Pj in the eyes. He still looked worried so I began to whisper "I'm okay now." He held my cheek as he asked in a quivering voice "W-what was t-that?" "Erm" I slowly began to explain in the calmest manner I could manage "W-well, I... I suffer from anxiety... so o-occasionally I g-get anxiety attacks or panic attacks." He was a little shocked and I continued to look at him as the shocking information sunk in. Before he said anything I spoke up "B-but don't tell anyone!" He gave me a sincere smile as he quickly reassured me "I would never do that to you."

We smiled at each other when I remembered I was really late for work. There was no way I could make it on time now. My smile faded away as a look of sheer panic devoured my face. "God" I groaned. Pj looked at me and asked "What's wrong?" I was frozen in place once again as I realized I had managed to divert the conversation and bring it back to the topic I didn't want to talk about. "Erm, well I'm kinda late now." I said nervously. Pj then sorrowfully admitted "Oh, yeah, sorry, that's my fault." "It's not your fault, if anyone's it's mine for getting distracted." I quickly shot back. We laughed for a second at how stupid we both were.

I swiftly pulled out my phone and fired off a text warning my boss I couldn't come in today and to count it as a vacation day please. I put it back in my pocket , when I heard a buzz. My boss had replied to my message saying "Okay, will do, enjoy the day off." I smiled and looked back up but then remembered Pj needed an explanation still. I shifted a bit, then said "Do you still need that explanation?" He nodded. I quickly retrieved my bag I had dropped, then stood. Pj looked at me baffled and I gravely stated "Let's go to my house and I'll explain."

Time Skip- To Fresh's house

Once we finally reach my house after an awkward silent journey I unlocked the door and invited Pj in. He was probably a little shocked at the state of my house. Well, I suppose it's more of a bungalow. He cautiously sat down on my couch. I slowly joined him, sitting next to him. It was strange we were so close together, but so far away.

(Pj PoV)

"First, before I say anything, you MUST promise me you wont tell anyone about what I tell you." Fresh explained. I hesitated, but promised "Yeah, I promise, you can trust me." He was fidgeting with his hands, so I gently cupped them in mine. He relaxed slightly as he thought over his choice of words. He softly began to speak "Okay, first thing first I should tell you, that I don't live with my parents. I live alone and w-work to pay f-for every thing." I saw tears begin to swim in his eyes so pulled him into a hug as he continued. "W-well my mum passed away, well, n-not exactly. S-she was m-murdered. B-by him." I was in shock and a bit scared but asked nonetheless "Who?" His lip quivered as he spoke "M-my f-father." His voice hissed in a deep hatred as he said 'father'. Immediately, making it clear that he hated his dad more than I ever thought it was possible, especially for a sweet, friendly person like Fresh. He was almost crying but stopping the flood from flowing as he continued "You probably know my family. They are quite famous. My mother is Gracie Bakersville or before the divorce Gracie Heart. My 'father' is Arthur Heart, the 'Jock of Jock's'. I hate that tittle, it was just a lame excuse for him to never get prosecuted for his actions." I waited silently as he explained it even more "That's why I'm good at sport. I just wanted to be a nerd and read books, b-but my 'father' made me play all these sports, a-and i-if I couldn't do it, h-he beat me. What's worse was when he killed my mum he played it off as the victim. It was no coincidence, she was dead in his garden. She came to surprise me on my birthday. I was playing sport with dad, she thought it was cute and watched us secretly. B-but I m-missed the net and h-he began to hit me. My mum saw and ran to intervene. He hurt my head and I couldn't move, I watched as he b-beat her... t-to d-death. I took my mum's second name and ran, and ran, until I ended up here."

He was crying hard into my shirt drenching it, but I didn't care. He had been through so much, but still always wore a smile and shared a laugh. He is a miracle. He's my miracle. I suddenly thought of a question and voiced it to Freshy. Partly from curiosity, and partly because I wanted to distract him. I asked "Hey, Freshy you're really small, how old are you." He stopped sobbing and replied "Well I'm 15 now, but I turn 16 in two months." I was shocked "Wait, how are you 15, everyone in our year is 16 or have turned 17 this year." He chuckled slightly "I skipped a grade." He seemed a bit happier. I looked at my phone. It was almost 9, but I didn't want to go yet. I decided to ask if I could stop over. "Hey, Fresh can we have a sleepover? Get out the popcorn, build dens/ forts and hang out." He smiled at this idea before he responded excited "Yeah, ask your parents though, I don't want to get you in trouble." I quickly whipped out my phone and asked my dad, he's usually easier to persuade.

Pj: Hey
Ink: What do you want?
Pj: You're really rude.
Ink: You only text me when you want something
Pj: Okay so I do want something
Ink: Knew it, so what is it?
Pj: Can I stop at Fresh's
Ink: Are his parents okay with it?
Pj: Yeah...
Ink: Fine, just no grand-kids yet
Pj: Dad! Don't say that!
Ink: Fine, bye. Love ya.
Pj: Love ya too.

I settled my phone in my pocket this was gonna be fun.

Okay. Finally I am finished. I can relax and learnt to do something called sleeping. Bye Pups!
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