Thrown Into Secrets

Meet the Ladies and start crying over a planet

The same warnings from the last chapter apply here. You have been warned.

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November 9, 1935

Klaus showed up after not being seen for weeks on the doorstep of my house, hiccuping from excessive amounts of alcohol and nearly falling over multiple times as he smiled while his head was in the clouds. The guilt knotted in my stomach, having seen him like this at school as well, though not quite so drunk and high. He had a cigarette hanging from his mouth lightly, heavily inhaling the damn thing like he needed the smoke like he needed oxygen. For the past four months, Klaus had been getting high at every possible moment and washing it down with whatever damn alcohol he could get his hands on. Every day I would see him at school, shoving his tongue messily down whatever girl was closest and being overly grabby, making whichever whore he was with giggle like a child. Meanwhile, I had been working nonstop, extending to every option available to me when It came to drawing. I would always do the occasional drawing or painting for a teacher or student, but mainly I focused on the bigger picture, like designing a sign for the downtown corner store that would be paying quite the amount in cash. I had also become friends with Annah,  the regular customer who I like to talk with. She was very kind honest, and just wanted the company, so I had stopped charging her for the little drawings I did as I sat in her house almost every day. Truth was, I could use the company as well. Back to Klaus, he was about to fall over with how drunk he was, so against my better judgement, I dragged him inside to sit down and placed a bucket in front of him because he had gone a little green around the gills. Ma and Pa went out with the girls a little while ago, but I didn't go with them so that I could finish the paintings I had started of the twins. Lucky that they were gone, or else Klaus would have never been allowed back into the house again. They had all heard the argument, or at least the sounds on yelling, and Ma was strictly against the idea of having anyone in the house who had drank more than a single glass due to the horrifying experience that Klaus's dad caused by drinking. But I was dumb and I pulled him upstairs to my room, worried about him. I moved all of my work supplies to a corner of the room and I helped him out of his jacket as he swayed back and forth, giggling to himself in a manner that had me a lot more that concerned all of a sudden, I was fucking terrified on hundreds of levels. I had to help the little shit out of his clothes once he vomited on himself and I got horribly conscious of every move I made as if I was a wild animal that needed to be kept sedated. The guilt and worry that was stabbing at my stomach fed off of me as I helped Klaus into the shower, closing my eyes as panic swelled in my chest, scared that I might break him if I tugged to hard or terrified to even touch him as if I had no control over my own body. I got Klaus into new clothes that I let him borrow and then shuffled him into my bed as he was half passed out already. He's been sleeping for the last few hours, but I can't relax around him or else something bad will happen. I can't go through something like that again, I refuse to even think about him in any way other than just my friend. What would Ma think if she knew just what kind of monster she had raised and kept in her home?

November 11, 1935

Klaus has finally started to act reasonably sober. He was drunk as hell yesterday, the copious amounts of liquor having carried through the night and into the day. After three or four hours of bleary consciousness where I had forced Klaus to eat part of a cheese sandwich, he had passed out once again, sleeping without a care in the world. All four hours that he was awake, I had made sure that he was drinking water, eating small amounts of food, and was within spewing distance of a bucket at all times because the idiot became a child when he was sad and wasted. I had to wipe his nose when it ran, hold the water glass to his lips before he tried taking a sip, wipe his mouth every time he vomited, and then also half carry the poor guy to the toilet every time he needed to relieve himself. It wasn't impossible to keep Kalus hidden from my family because usually I was shut in my room all day anyway, but the only problem popped up when I had my house calls later in the day. He had fallen asleep, so I just covered him in blankets, left him a note and a glass of water, then went to a few different houses. Okay, so I may or may not have lost track of time while talking to Annah, but I was lucky enough that Klaus didn't wake up while I was gone since I had not been at the house for around five or six hours. I feel like I can tell Annah anything, just like I once was able to do with Klaus, but despite that, I never talked about any feelings I might have about either of them. Things are getting strange.