Dear Stanley [Watty's 2019. Completed]

Seeing Breeze

Monday, May 30th

Dear Stanley,

My brain was scattered. I felt like everything was caving in for a moment. I desperately was trying to remember.

I still can't wrap my mind around the fact that you used to take drugs. That you you were so addicted that you even used to take Ashley's.

It makes me sad to think that my brother was addicted to a substance that could ruin his life.

Are you still addicted to it?

I remained in that spot for several minutes, holding my breath as Ashley walked past me. The other mysterious guy walked the other direction.

I've never tried going in that direction before, I wonder where it leads to.

My heart was racing and my hands were shaking. It was dark now and the trees were like towering monsters.

I stood up on quivering legs, unsure on where to go. I didn't want to go to the waterfall - in case the other person who was dealing to Ashley was there.

A shrill scream shattered my thoughts. The night sky held pinpricks of stars in them and I made my way towards the sound of the scream.

It was feminine and I heard her scream again.

"Get away from me!"

Breeze.

I stumbled over branches on the ground, hissing in pain at the scratches I was getting. But those seemed trivial. I just had to get to Breeze.

"Stop, please!" I heard her yelp. I ran faster, gritting my teeth in pain.

I burst out of the woods breathless.

And there I saw Ashley cornering Breeze against a tree. They didn't notice me yet.

I ignored the blaring sirens of the pain that rocketed through each step I took. I found a rock on the ground and got it ready.

"Come on gorgeous, be quiet and let me have fun." I heard him mutter lowly into her neck, behind her ear.

I saw she was trying to push him off, but it was no use. He was too strong, too big.

Just as he raised his hand to touch her in a private area, I threw the rock.

It missed. Horribly.

But it did the trick. Ashley turned his head, his attention away from Breeze, and Breeze took it as an opportunity to slip away from him. She ran to me as a snarl took over Ashley's face. I saw traces of lust in his eye and immediately got angry.

He shouldn't be touching my Breeze when she didn't want it. I growled. "Fuck off Ashley. She doesn't want it."

I was angry. I was unstoppable. Maybe it was because of knowing you were involved in drugs or because Ashley was touching you.

Ashley crossed his arms over his chest and leaned against the tree. "But she doesn't want you either. Why would she want someone who looks like that?" He crinkled his nose and pointed to me with disgust. My fists tightened.

"Get out or I'm calling the cops."

That was a lie. I didn't have a phone.