𝘥𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘢𝘴 𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘯
Yesterday was dinner and Alana was being a bitch. It was a dare, if it's a dare it doesn't matter. It was so fucking stupid.
I didn't sleep over at the Shepard place last night. I knew she was pretty pissed off and I didn't want her stabbing me in the middle of the night.
I had to pass by the Shepard place anyway, Buck was finishing up today, so I would be able to sleep in my room tonight.
"You stayin'?" Johnny asked me as he laid down on the couch.
"Nah, I'm gonna get my stuff from Tim's" I gave him a nod and started walking out.
I swear if Alana starts pissing me off I'm not gonna lie I think I'll hurt her. Okay, I won't hurt her, I'll just do something to piss her off.
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When I got to the apartment, I noticed Tim's car wasn't there, which meant he's gone.
I opened the door and everything was pretty quiet, the lights were off and the tv was on. Someone was sitting on the couch. I didn't care who was on the couch. I just grabbed the box of my stuff in the corner of the room.
"You're leaving" I heard Alana say behind me, her voice was quiet almost like a whisper.
"Yeah Buck finished his place" I grabbed my sweats that were on the floor. She wasn't talking, it was weird not hearing her say a remark back.
The apartment was real dark, I mean it was like 11 pm. The only light was the old tv and the sound of a Mickey cartoon was playing.
I turned around to look at her and she was watching the tv. She looked like she was hypnotized by it. She had tears running down her cheeks as she watched the tv. She sniffled and hugged my pillow. Great.
"Can I have my pillow back hoe" I asked her and she looked the pillow.
"Sorry" she said softly, she gave me back my pillow and grabbed another one.
"You look like a shit show" I said to her and she looked into my eyes.
"Can you leave?" Her eyes watered and more tears spilled out of them.
"Are you here alone?" I asked her
"Can you leave?" She said a little louder.
"Why you cryin'?"
"Leave me alone! Just leave?!" She yelled pointing at the door
"I was just fucking askin'! I don't give a fuck if you're cryin'?!" I yelled back
"Just go?!" She screamed "leave?!"
I rolled my eyes and walked out the door. The moment I closed the door I thought to myself. Should I just go in and make sure she's okay? Or Leave her there? Something real bad can happen if I leave. Should I find out what's wrong with her? I could go home, sleep in my bed. Or help her?
I really like the option where I leave. I sighed to myself and opened the door.
"I ain't leavin'" I put down my box of stuff close to the door. Why do I choose to do the right thing now? Like what the fuck man?
"I told you to leave me alone" she said annoyed
"Where's everyone?" I asked her not giving a fuck if she says something that isn't the answer of my question.
"They are gone! They left! Tim is with his stupid girl 24/7, Angela is with her meant to be boyfriend and Curly is with his girl! I'm alone! I'll always be alone! I always end up alone" she stood close to the fridge
"You're not alone" I said to her as I walked over to the kitchen
"Meant to be is bullshit... all a bunch of BS. The one is BS. I'll become a slut and die alone." She grabbed a bottle of gin from the cabinet.
"You ain't gonna die alone, if anyone is gonna die alone it's me" I grabbed the bottle of gin from her and sat on the couch drinking it.
"Finally something in common" she sat next to me and drank her bottle.
"So that's why you crying?" I asked her, thinking about how stupid this was.
"Every guy I've been with treats me so bad. It's like I won't ever be happy, I'm not happy. I dropped out, I drink, I smoke, cause problems. God I bet Tim just wants me out. Curly is enough to take of, I'm a fucking wreck. Everyone hates me or just puts up with me" she started crying again but it wasn't loud they were just sniffles and her trying not to cry.
For once I finally could relate to her a bit.
"Tell me about it" I took a sip of the gin and looked at the tv.
"Do you ever wish you can just disappear? Like just be gone?" She sniffled softly
"I'll be lying if I said no" I grabbed a cigarette from my pocket and put it in-between my lips.
"Derick called me today" I looked at her and raised my eyebrows
"Oh shit I forgot about him, what he say?" I asked her.
Derick this greaser dude, total asshole but he's kinda cool. I used to talk to him, I remember he dated Alana for a while. They went steady for a long time, then broke up no one knew why, they just did. They were good together 2 horny assholes that loved each other.
"He said....he misses me. That's so stupid. Isn't that stupid?" Tears ran down her cheek.
"Why is that stupid? He loves you don't he?" It's stupid that she think it's stupid. She practically has a guy begging her to be his girl.
"After what he did to me? That's not love" she shook her head and took a deep breath.
"What he do?" I looked at her curious about what happened... I think I'll be the only one who will know what officially happened between them.
"He hurt me. He yelled at me. He manipulated me, had me wrapped around his finger. I was his stupid puppet. I thought I loved him. Then he fucked Stacy. Stacy Davis. He said 'Alana I love you and only you. I love every part of you. Every inch but you're a little whore. You're a stupid, idiotic, cunt. I did love you, you're just not enough, you're worn out, maybe I did hurt you and fuck you without consent but that's the fun of you being mine, I can do whatever the fuck I want to you and if you say something I'll hurt you worse then before. You'll be sorry. You saw nothing and you say nothing.'" I didn't know what to say to her. I was sitting there without a word being able to come out of my mouth.
"No one knows" she said putting the bottle on the coffee table.
"Why don't you fucking tell the cops or something? He fucking-" she cut me off
"I can't Dallas, it isn't that easy"
"Yes it is you just call and say hey this guy abused me and fucking raped me can you put him in jail?"
"God Dallas?! I can't say that! I just can't do it! I would love to see him behind bars but I can't do it" I put the bottle down and looked into her hazel eyes.
"Why not?"
"Because I'm scared. I'm scared Dallas." For the first time ever, I heard her say those words come from her mouth.
"Why are you scared?" I asked her
"I don't want to talk about this anymore" she changed the tv channel
"Why are you scared Alana?" I repeated myself
"It's so late, I have to work tomorrow" she got up and put away the bottle of gin
"Alana, stop! Why are you scared?!" I said loudly as I grabbed her, to make her look at me and not avoid the conversation.
"I'm scared of him"she took my hand off her arm.
"I would appreciate it if you didn't tell anyone about this. I'm going to sleep. Pretend this never happened. Goodnight" She turned off the tv and walked to her room.
I was left there in the pitch black apartment. It was already pretty late so I just crashed on the couch.
I couldn't bring myself to go to sleep though. I couldn't stop imagining someone hurting Alana. It was the first time that I actually wanted to care about her.
I did what I didn't imagine myself doing for her. I actually did something that's right. It's not like she won't stop hating me so I called the cops.
"911 what's your emergency?" The lady asked me
"My friend uh she got abused and sexually assaulted by Derick Bradford"
"Who are you exactly?" She asked me
"Um that's confidential"
"We need to know to put the case together also who did he sexually assault?"
"I'm not part of the case, I just got told this and I thought I should tell the fucking cops. He assaulted Alana Shepard, can you just put him in the cooler?" I was getting really impatient with this fucking pig.
"Both Alana and Derick have to go to court"
"You know what don't do shit, forget about it"I hung up and grabbed My motorcycle keys.
The cops won't do shit about it so I will.