ALLISON’S?
DIARY??
(Secrets ??)
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CHAPTER 20
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BY BLESSING SILVER
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?Jonas POV?
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“Step on it, come-on!” He pushed my shoulder angrily forward and I forced myself to give a light stagger; anything more would send my foot to the sharp bottle on the floor. Tears bit the corner of my eyes as I contained my anger, my fists curling tightly.
“If you were brave enough to stay out late and defy my warnings, then this shouldn’t be hard for you!” He yelled, touching my ears and giving it a tight squeeze. “Step on it before I make you, you fool!” He yelled.
“Roberto, please stop!” Mom cried and begged from inside the house, watching dad and I from the transparent door that led to the house; dad had locked it earlier to prevent her from coming out of it and stopping him from *punishing* me. “Please let the boy go, Roberto. He’s not well!”
“He would be by the time I’m done teaching him a lesson! Now, step on it!” He repeated and my teeth gritted. I stared at the pieces of broken bottle on the floor, dad had broken it for my so-called punishment and had taken my shoes away from me for spending an extra hour out than my curfew. There I stood under the moon, bare legged and angry.
My head gave a light pound, releasing pain. I shut my eyes as more anger stabbed through me. Everything was starting to make me sick and unconscious. He grabbed my hair, pinching it tightly and tears subconsciously fell from my eye. I opened my eyes.
“Fine!” I yelled, yanking his hand off my hair and staring at him in all epitome of anger. He gave me a dazzled expression and I lifted my foot and stepped on the bottle pieces, it pierced it almost immediately at every angle that it could meet and sent blood gushing from every spot.. The floor was soon surrounded in blood; my blood. I tried not to close my eyes, not to prove my weakness and let him have the joy he requires. I pursed my lips tightly, holding the cry that was close to choking me. I lifted the second foot and stepped on the bottle too, bl©©d poured out more, tears fell but I made no attempt to wince or cry out. It was his weakness, when I didn’t express pain at his punishment.
With my eyes blazing red, I looked at him and he had a blank expression at me.
“Satisfied?” I let out the choke-filled word with a bit of mockery.
“You don’t get to talk to me like that, you brat!” He said and gave me a resounding slap at the back of my head, coupled with the earlier pain; I drove into an instant unconsciousness, mom’s wails and calls being the last sound I heard before it.
But the best part, or should I say the slightly good part or the fortunate part was that dad isn’t always like this, it’s just one of those days when his abnormality subconsciously slips in. If you were me and you saw just his other side, you’d call him the best dad in the world especially around others. Mom calls him a disciplinarian and I guess it was just an act to not make him look that bad to me or she probably meant it but to me, he isn’t. He’s crazy and a m@niac!.
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I glanced at Allison and noticed her uncomfortable position on the chair, she might get aches when she wakes up. I gently took the duvet off and carried her in my arms, she suddenly felt heavy and I knew it was because of my state, she gave a light stir and then slept off with her head on my chest. I walked with her to my room and laid her carefully on the bed, letting her head land on the pillow. She moaned, tossed a little and was asleep again. I covered her up and went to the bathroom, feeling queasy; I crouch close to the toilet seat and threw up. I flushed, stood and stared at my face in the mirror, it was close to being a mess. I combed my hair with my finger to the back and moved to the tub to shower. After a thorough wash, I tied a towel and walked out.
I got to my room and felt relieved when I found Allison still asleep, I had feared that she might’ve woken up due to the sound.
I went into my closet and dressed into my warm pyjamas, I walked out and grabbed a bottle of water from the refrigerator, I gulped down half of it’s content and put it back. Going to the drawer, I grabbed a duvet and extra pillow and walked to the couch; I set the pillow and stretch on the couch, my head meeting the comfort of the pillow. My gaze dart to Allison and I stared at her sleeping face, it was too innocent and somehow I wished to share in it. As I entertained myself with watching her sleep, I got sleepy and eventually slept off.
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?Allison’s POV?
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I woke up the next morning to first, finding myself in Jonas room and on his bed and then to him, sleeping soundly on the couch. I sat up and stretched, remembering how I feel asleep while waiting for him to wake up. He must’ve woken up, found me asleep and brought me here. I’m such a deep sleeper! But I barely had a proper rest yesterday. A yawn subconsciously slipped through my lips and my stomach gave a heavy grumble, I quickly touched it, as if hoping it’d help in stopping it before Jonas hears it and wakes up. I gave him an awkward look and sighed in relief when I found him still asleep. I climbed down from the king-sized super comfy bed and carefully walked out of the room. I yawned as I found my way to the kitchen. Jonas will no doubt be very hungry when he wakes up, I should try to make something. Breakfast can’t be that hard though.
I went to the large refrigerator, opened it and searched for what I needed, I found some vegetables, eggs and bread, it looked fresh. I took them all and decided to make toast bread for breakfast, I’ve made it a couple of times back then for my family. I took out the chopboard and knife and set to work.
After readying the bread for toasting, I found a toasting machine that could fit four bread at the same time instead of the usual two. I fixed the bread into it and switched it on, letting it cook. As it did, I set the kettle on fire to make coffee. I heard footsteps behind me and turned to find Jonas walking into the kitchen.
“You’re awake! Good morning” I said, a bit nervously.
“Yeah, morning” he answered.
“Um..so I thought you’d be hungry when you wake up, so I decided to make something for breakfast in your kitchen. I hope you don’t mind?” I asked.
“Do you really have to ask that, I’m totally used to not being alone” he said, walking into the kitchen fully and then to where I stood. “And no, I don’t mind at all” he said, giving me a small smile. “Let me help” he said and I nodded. Unknowingly or rather, shockingly, my palm moved to his forehead and felt it and I was more than relieved when I saw it was at room temperature.
“You’re not burning up and you look fine, that’s great!” I said and he nodded.
“I was so worried about you, yesterday” he said. Did he get drunk because of that? Just how worried did I make him??
“How’d the trip go?” He asked.
“It really wasn’t easy but I was able to succeed” I said with gladness.
“That’s good to know” he said, taking another bread and adding the mixture in-between. “And Anthony, what did he say?” He asked.
“He was glad, of course and he said that we had enough evidence now, although I had no idea what was in that envelope but he seemed pretty confident. It made me happy!” I said.
“That’s good then!” He said with a smile.
“Well, Anthony did seem kind of skeptical about you cos he told me not to trust you and he didn’t seem to be kidding” I said. “You both seem to have trust issues on each other even though you both obviously mean no harm,” I said and glanced at Jonas, he had a tight look. “But you’re my family now, how can I not trust you when you trusted me and was kind enough to take me in even though I was being chased by dangerous people that wanted to kill me” I added. “I’d have been dead if you hadn’t shown up and brought me here! To me, you’re family!”
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BY BLESSING SILVER
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TO BE CONTINUED
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