ALLISON’S👸
DIARY📒📖
(Secrets ❎❎)
CHAPTER 21
BY BLESSING SILVER
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✏Jonas POV✏
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“Here you go, I wasn’t sure of the shoe colour you’ll want so I bought all five of them, I was told they were the best!” Dad said, handing me a shopping bag with a lopsided smile. I stared from the bag to him In annoyance. Just yesterday, I pas-sed out because of him and now he’s giving me this?
To ru-b what happened yesterday off or to pretend to be a great dad, it wasn’t something that was new to me. Dad always made up for all his $h!t in the dumbest way ever, at least to me that’s how it is.
What I feel for him, I didn’t know the best word to describe it, it’s something in-between dislike and hatred. It was dee-per than dislike and shallower than hatred; maybe disgust or just annoying.
“Come-on Jon, take it” he urged but I left my expression blank and tense. He could feel it, I could tell but he remained his cool. He must’ve probably vowed not to lose his temper before cajoling me into accepting that bag.
“Jonas,” mom ca-ressed me shoulder and when I tilt me head to look at her, she wore a very bright smile at me. “Accept your father’s gift, son” she cajoled, c@r£ss!ngmy shoulder. I stared at her stomach, bulgy and heavy. It should be dew in a few weeks.
I grudgingly glanced at dad and collected the bag.
“Thank you!” I mumbled rather gruffly.
“You’re welcome, son” he ruffled my hair, letting out a grin.
“I’ll go try them on” I said, stare away from him and walked away.. Getting to my room, I ban-g the door shut, locked it and threw the bag carelessly to a corner of the room, pouring the content out. I crouch beside the be-d and fetched the small ashtray from it. It was burned out completely. The old man had to distract me for nothing and it had led to this.
I missed and took out a pack from my lower drawer, I pu-ll-ed out a stick and light it. I drew in a long drag, let it sink then puff it out throu-gh my nostrils. I sighed, a wave of goodness dancing below my stomach.
I kept it on, taking the ashes off continually and going for more drags.
I was on the third stick, getting out of the world when my door suddenly flung open. Unexpectedly, I froze when he walked in, the half smoked cigarette falling from my palm.
“You idiot!” He gritted, blaring fire at me from his eyes.
I stared at him motionlessly, I could’ve sworn I had locked the door. Did he use the spare key without me noticing? He always manages to sneak up on me this way, that’s how much he distrust me. I stood up. “You promised you’d st©pped!” He charged at me and landed a mas-sive sl@p across my cheek, the f0rç£ made me lose my balance but I was quic-k to gr-ab my drawer stand. I felt my inner cheek bleeding. “I should’ve know you were just a shameless animal that never changes, you j£rk!” He spat.
Anger replaced my shock immediately. “Just leave me alone! It’s my life and I’ll live it as I want!” I said.
“Not un-der my roof, you swine!” He gr@bb£d my by my collar and yanked my tiny b©dy across the room. “As long as you remain un-der my roof, you’ll live how I want you to, you get that!” He said icily.
I stood up and gave him a glare. “Then just s£nd me out of this godforsaken hellhole!” I rasped.
“What-
I pushed him aside and ran out of the room, ignoring his heavy calls and footsteps. Mom was on the stairs when I ran out and she called me too but I answered none as I hurried out of the door and ran out to the streets. I ran and ran, not st©pping to catch my breath or tend to my healing n-ked feet. Tears poured from my eyes but I didn’t st©p running, I was almost completely out of breath by the time I st©pped and sat heavily on a pavement. My breathing heavy and my b©dy shaking from the long run. I felt the tears and wiped them quic-kly; “stupid tears!” I mumbled, violently wiping them. I sat for minutes, catching my breath.
I suddenly felt a pres£nce and when I turned, I found a man, dressed in an long black coat and p@n-ts, he wore a hat too.
“Having problems at school?” He asked, looking at me. He looks made me feel intimid@t£d but I wasn’t shaken visibly, I gave him a cold stare. “Or is it from home?” He repeated. “Is it an abuse?”
“Mind your own business!” I gritted, standing up and re-ady to go but I st©pped when I realized I didn’t know where I was or how to go back home.
“Would you want a lift?” He said and I gave him a look.
“I can find my own way!” I said stubbornly and he stood up, taking off his hat, he walked to me and there was something about his eyes that was scary.
“I only want to be your friend, if you don’t mind. You’re hurting, what you nee-d is a friend. I bet you don’t have any” he stated.
“Anyways, my name is Gavin. Yours?” He inquired but I kept mute, studying him. “Come-on, I’m not a bad person, at least to some” he said.
“Jonas” I said plainly.
“Who is it that makes you sad, Jonas?” He asked.
“M-My father” I found myself answering much to my surprise.
He laughed shortly. “Been there” he said. “Well, Jonas. I think I like you, I want us to be buddies, let’s get to know each other better-
“Not happening” I cut him off.
“Well, I believe sooner or later, we’ll meet. I’ll make sure we do but before that, can I give you something. It like a confidant to me, I was able to fight throu-gh many things to where I am today because of it. It helps me get off irritating, hateful and unfriendly people in my life in a very easy way. It’s the best thing I’ve ever had, do you want it?” He asked, di-pping his hand into his large pocket.
“What?” I asked. Who knows I could get dad off with it. He sm-irked.
He took more steps towards me until his shadow completely covered me.
He took something almost invisible to me out of the pocket and placed it on my palm. It felt like metal and was heavy..
“In just one sh0t, you can get rid of anyone that you don’t want. You should know how it’s used. Try it on whoever makes you sad, it’s more useful when you’re high” he said, gave me a light squee-ze on my shoulder and a ti-ght smile and began walking away. I stared at my palm and found a pistol resting on it. I faced ahead and he wasn’t there anymore, he was gone.
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I exhaled de-eply, holding the thin railing and staring de-ep into the windy night. I felt a pres£nce join me.
“Hey,” I stared at Allison. She held out a cu-p of warm tea to me. “Want some?”
“Sure. Thanks” I took it from her and sipped a little. It was warm and perfect for the weather. She stood beside me, placing a palm on the rail of the small entrance balcony.
“It’s such a nice view from here at night!” She amazed and I nodded.
“Right. Um Jonas,” she called. “I went for a job interview yesterday in a coffee shop, they nee-ded another as-sistant so I applied” she said.
“Why would you want to work?” I asked.. “is it that boring around here?”
“What? No! Of course not. I love here but someday I’ll nee-d to move out and st©p bothering you. You’ve done more than enough for me-
“Who said you were bothering me?” I asked.
“I’m not?” She asked. “I mean, you must’ve been used to living alone and me suddenly coming into the picture might be a little inconvenient for-
“It’s not. I’m used to it. It’ll just be more inconvenient if you leave. So, don’t work, Allison. Just stay here with me for as long as you can” I said. “I could pay you to”
“Wait, for real? I can live here?” She asked.
“Yes” I answered.
“Thank you so much!” She flew onto my b©dy the next moment, hvgging me ti-ghtly, her head rested on my che-st, I kept my tea aside and hvgged her back, she felt little in my arms and I felt that weird s-en-sation again. “To be frank, I didn’t think I’d get the job. I did pretty awful at the interview. You have no idea how happy I am, Jonas!” She squealed.
Is it lvst or something stronger, something different. I couldn’t be sure, it was new and exciting. I felt the urge to extend it, make it into something else.
“Allison?” I called and she suddenly dis£ngaged.
“Uh..um. I-I’m so sorry, I was just carried away” she stuttered, staring up at me and my gaze lingered on her innocent eyes.
Or could it be because of her innocence?
My palm moved to her cheek, cu-pping it and I took a step closer to her, our b©dy almost tou-ching, her gaze was clueless and innocent. I stared down at her face and brou-ght myl-ips to meet hers, fastening it in a k!ss..
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CHAPTER 22
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✏Jonas pov
By the time I got home, my feet were throbbing from severe so-reness. I neared the door and let out a soft sigh.. Maybe returning here now is a bad idea. If not for mom, I probably would spend the night on the street.
“Jonas?” I turned to see Mom standing behind me, a look of relief washed her face as she saw me. Before I could make a move, she swooped to me and gave me a long cuddly hvg. “Oh son, I’ve been searching all over for you!” She drew me closely to her che-st, her breathing ha-rd .
She must’ve walked alot.
“I’m sorry, mom” I said, wiping the ti-p of my nose on her shi-t.
“It’s okay. Just don’t do that again, okay? I was damn worried, I thought I’d pas-s out!” She revealed and I hvgged her even closely.
“You should’ve just stayed, I was fine. I just nee-ded a brief break from him” I said and mom dis£ngaged, stared into my face and cu-mpped it.
“Your dad was worried about you too” she said.
“Yeah, you wish” I scoffed.
“It’s true. He wouldn’t say it but I saw it in his eyes, he was mad at himself for hitting you” she added. “And you promised, Jonas. You promised you’d st©p. Why did you do it again?” She questioned.
“I did. I mean I wanted to but I couldn’t. School was messed up, my best friend st©pped talking to me, I just had so much in my head, I nee-ded a distraction” I said and mom twitch herl-ips, c@r£ss!ngmy face with her thumbs.
“You should’ve just talked to me” she said.
“How would a pregnant woman who nee-ds a cheer up, render some?” I joked and she frowned pla-yfully.
“Hey, I’m stronger than you think, okay?” She smiled. “You should’ve just talked to your dad then, I’m pretty sure he’d want to listen” she said.
“I’d rather swim in a swamp than talk to the old guy in there” I said and mom sighed.
“Jonas-
“Maybe when you give birth, dad would get off me and focus on the baby. I’m tired of him ruling my life for me, I’m twelve and I think I’m old enough to decide for myself” I said.
“Aww! Look who wants to take responsibility,” she grinned. “Well, no matter what Jonas, you should know that old guy is you dad and he totally wants the best for you even though you don’t think so” she said, ruffling my hair.
“St©p it” I grumbled and she laughed and k!$$£d my forehead.
“Come-on, let’s go in” she took my palm and we both walked.
Dad was on the stairs, staring at us from it, after we walked in. His gaze was p@rticularly on me, severe anger visible in it.
“What are you doing here?” He asked, obviously contending his anger, probably for the best time to lash it out.
“Davis-
“I thought you were tired of this hellhole,” he tea-singly gestured to the house. “Thought you grew some mas-sive ba-lls and found your own way to make a living, so why are you here?!” He repeated.
I kept mute, staring directly and back at his eyes
“You won’t talk?” He asked but I said nothing. “Then get out!” He fired.
“Davis st©p!” Mom said.
“If you don’t get out of my house this minute, you won’t like what would come to you next!” He raged.
“Davis plea-se! It’s late, where do you expect him to go? Can’t you just-
“Are you daring me, right now!” He fired at me, ignoring mom like she hadn’t just talked and the next minute, he was marching down the stairs. I could’ve ran, I wished I had but my ego wouldn’t let me.. I stood, as if wanting to see what he could do. Mom rushed to the stairs to st©p him and it all happened so fast, mom was on the stairs, climbing to meet him and with one fierce yank; he pushed her off the stairs and she fell and began bu-mping down. By the time she landed on the floor, she la-id limp. Dad paused, staring at her in shock, I was glued to my sp©t, too shocked to move.
“M-mom!” I called, my heartbeat pounding.
“Ari? Ariana?!!” Dad called, moving to her and taking her up and shouting her name.
I rushed to him and quic-kly gr@bb£d her from him. “Mom?!” I called, shaking her. Dad walked away to make a call and I checked her pulse but she wasn’t breathing and her b©dy was suddenly cold on mine, I froze that instant.. my breathing hitched and for a moment, the world paused.
“She’s..not.. breathing” I said slowly and scarily.
“What?!” Dad left the phone and walked to me to check.
“She’s not fv¢king breathing!” I yelled. He took her from me and checked then gave me a shocked and scared look.
“I- is she dead?” I asked him, my voice low and emotional, my heartbeat intensifying. He gave me a look filled with fear and didn’t reply me.
“Ari. plea-se wake up, honey, plea-se! I’m sorry!” He shook mom, his voice shaky and shallow.
“Did you kill her, you bastard?!” I asked and he suddenly began crying. Anger mixed with emotions clouded my feelings.
I reached into my pocket, gr@bb£d the gun and pointed it at him.. he looked at me, surprised at the action. Seeing him, brou-ght pure anger to my b©dy.
“Jonas?” He called.
“Shut the fv¢k up!” I yelled, the gun shaking in my palm. “You have no idea how much I want to kill you right now!”
“Jonas, let’s talk about this. I’m sure we- we can save her-
“As if. You killed her you bastard! You killed my mother!-
“Jo-
“Just shut your god-damned gob up!!” I said. “this is your end too”
I fixed the gun properly to his direction, warmed the trigger with my f!nger and shut my eyes. As I warmed the trigger with my shaky f!nger, I pressed it down slowly and re-leased, I expected the sound but got none and when I opened my eyes, dad was lying on the floor in a pool of his own blood and a de-ep bullet wound on his forehead.
Another wave of feeling enveloped me, it was more like excitement and something else that I couldn’t explain.
My palm trembled and the gun dropped from my palm, ma-king a metallic Crank.
I felt a pres£nce and when I turned, a strangely familiar figure was behind me and when he took off his hat, his face c@m£ into view.
It was Gavin and he had on hisl-ips a hvge grin on hisl-ips.
My che-st rose and fell as he walked to me, placing a palm on my shoulder he gave me an as-suring smile that somehow felt odd. He gave my shoulder a ha-rd squee-ze.
“That’s how you flush them off the list, Jonas”
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💖Allison’s POV💖
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Jonas face neared mine and kind of expectedly, he crashed hisl-ips on mine; k!ss!ngme. At first, I was still but the next moment I found myself re-ciprocating in full f0rç£. He held my face firmly, tilting it to match with his face and I placed my hand on his w@!st since I couldn’t reach up to his shoulder in that position.
We k!$$£d for a long time and I could only wish that it didn’t end at the moment as ourl-ips rhymed to the movement. I could s-en-se that none of us was willing to break off but suddenly, he pu-ll-ed away from it. It didn’t look like a break, it was more like he f0rç£fully cut it off.
“I’m sorry. I-I shouldn’t have done that. It was a mistake” he apologized and I didn’t un-derstand why that angered me. I faced down, b!tt!g my lower l!pand blaming myself for losing my guard so easily.
“Allison?” He called. “I said I’m-
“I get it!” I cut him off rather harshly. “I’m sorry,” I apologized, gave my l!pa ha-rd bite and walked back inside, heading to my room.
I felt angry and sad at the same time and I knew it was at him but I wasn’t sure why.
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