"I can't BELIEVE you would do this! What were you thinking breaking our TV like that?" the blondie exclaimed, very upset with him.
"I'm sorry, Tiffany. I'm just losing my shit, okay? You try putting yourself in my shoes for a day."
"This is unbelievable. You know what? I'm done. Bye, Justin!"
"No, Tiffany! Don't leave me. What about our relationship? What about my plans? I wanted to marry you for fuck's sake!"
This was very serious. She was about to walk out on him over a TV and there wasn't anything he could do about it.
"Fuck you, Justin. You're a worthless piece of human garbage. I should have NEVER said yes to your little commitment last December. Have a nice life, WITHOUT my support."
She was now out the door, leaving him in a fit of distress and abandonment.
"No... NOOOOOOO!"
"Hey, wake up!"
JD slowly opened his eyes, realizing that it was all a horrible nightmare. He then saw his blonde girlfriend standing over him. The look on her face gave him the impression that this nightmare was about to become a reality.
"Ugh..." he mumbled. "W-What's going on, Tiffany?"
She frowned at him, seeming like she was actually upset with him this time around.
"Come in the living room. We're doing this." she said.
Oh fuck... Yep! She's about to break up with you because YOU broke her fucking TV, you pathetic piece of shit! Well, you'd better get on your knees and kiss her sweet ass goodbye.
"I'm sorry about the TV." he said, not wanting to get up and suffer the punishment of a break-up because of it.
"This isn't about the TV, Justin." she said.
Wait, it isn't about me breaking the TV?
"Really? Then what-"
She let out a huge sigh, starting to get annoyed with him asking so many questions.
"Just come in the living room. We're gonna have a talk, alright?"
The blondie then walked into the living room, which he followed. He expected to see the TV on the ground, the screen completely cracked. What he DIDN'T expect was to see a bunch of his closest friends all sitting in the living room, some even having to fetch a few chairs from the kitchen.
"What is this?" he asked, not realizing what was about to happen.
"It's... It's an intervention." Tiffany stated.
Oh my fucking God... I don't need this bullshit. Not after the buck-toothed prick doxed me. This is the LAST thing I need.
Justin tried to walk out and avoid participating in this so-called "intervention", aka having his closest friends interrogate him for every little thing he's done, both in the past and in recent times.
However, Vinnie was able to block his path, not wanting him to avoid it.
"Get outta my way, Vin!" he shouted, thinking this was ridiculous in concept.
"Buddy," the beastly ginger said. "It was gonna happen eventually. Now sit your ass down and hear us out."
As much as he wanted to push Vin out of the way and make a break for it, he knew he couldn't. He was a Brazilian war veteran who was trained to kill people. So even implying any physical acts of violence towards his ginger friend wouldn't be so wise.
"Fine..." he said, begrudgingly sitting in a chair facing the front of everyone that was there to have the intervention.
In front of him were several of his closest friends. Jessie, Aiko, Vinnie, Nora, Audrey, and Tiffany were all before him, presumably to discourage him about the reckless behavior he had been pulling ever since August 7th.
"So, what's the point of this, exactly?" he said, not entirely passionate about this sudden occurrence.
"Babe, Beckman's gonna be back in about a week from now. But, he told me if things get too out of hand, an intervention would help a little bit. Here we are." the blondie said.
He rolled his eyes at this statement. Beckman's gone for two months yet he still finds a way to make shit harder.
"Whatever. Let's just get this shit over with."
I'll handle this one, Justin.
Jessie decided to go first, as she seemed to be a bit more emotional compared to everyone else, physically at least.
"Sweetie, I've been holding my breath about this for a while." the blonde MILF said, trying to hold back her tears.
"I should be the one holding my breath, not you."
"Justin..." the blondie said. "Your smartass comments aren't gonna lighten the mood this time. Please, take this seriously."
He shook his head.
"Listen, Justin. When Tiffany first told me about what you've been doing to yourself, I immediately started crying. We know something's wrong with you. Ever since you overdosed on pills last August, you've been different. You're not the same as you were three years ago."
"So?" he said. "You're not the same either. When we met three years ago, you were this dumb 36-year old cougar constantly flirting with me, even sexually harassing me. I told you I didn't like it, yet you kept on. I took the bait, just as any other naïve 20 year old would. Then, when we bumped into each other again on Inna De Poona in May last year, you did the same shit. I only did three-ways with you because I felt bad about you and Tiffany."
She sniffled, thinking he was being a bit harsh.
"Babe, this isn't about her. This is all about you. Yeah, she was kind of revolting three years ago. And yea, she did nasty things to support me when I was a kid. That's exactly why I didn't speak to her for several years. But guess what? Her change was a good change. Yours, on the other hand, wasn't."
"You're one to talk Tiffany." he said, getting a bit defensive. "Weren't you sleeping with your classmates back at Glenberry?"
The blondie took a deep breath, knowing her past was a bit conflicting and hypocritical, on her part.
"We do not talk about that."
Slut.
Even though Aiko wanted to further discuss the whole Catholic slut thing, she knew it would throw them off topic.
"Let's talk about what you share online." the Japanese teacher said.
What I share? Heh, okay. Hey, camgirls share a lot of shit, and not all of it is emotional.
"What about it?"
The Japanese woman then brought out her phone, pulling up screenshots of the posts he made on his QuickiePic stories.
"The screenshots of what you say online. Like, I should've hung myself in high school, or I'm gonna kill myself because my family doesn't love me anymore. You know how uncomfortable this makes me?"
The statements Aiko was saying sounded very familiar, especially the family thing.
"It's none of your business."
She gave off a stern look. "If it isn't any of my business, why is it online for EVERYONE to see? You know posting this shit is very dangerous."
She has a point about that, but being doxed is the real danger here.
"It's... My way of venting, okay?" he said, trying to make this seem a bit more normal, even though it wasn't.
"J," the Japanese teacher said, "There are better ways to vent. Have you ever thought about dabbling in fine arts? Maybe writing?"
He shook his head, having no interest in such a thing.
"Well, you should start. Maybe, you could write your feelings in the form of a narrative? I'm pretty sure that would help you."
"Y-Yeah..." he said, feeling a bit uneasy. He was never into writing, as he always feared being judged by others for it.
Audrey then took the lead, having some things to get off her chest.
"Justin, after I saw you on the floor last month after you tried to drown yourself, I haven't been able to stop thinking about it." the ex-party girl stated, still traumatized from the incident.
"So? You've got Jesus, remember?" he said, now jabbing at her recent conversion to Christianity.
"Y-Yeah." she stated. "You're right, I do have Jesus. But that doesn't change the fact that you tried to DROWN yourself and used rocks as a weight. You know how bad I felt having to pull you out? Do you know what was going through my head when I thought you were fucking dead on the bathroom floor?"
Audrey was getting pretty worked up at this, but he just smirked at her, thinking it was hilarious.
"Yeah, whatever. Just be glad you believe in Jesus. If that were you, you'd be free. Lift her up, SHE'S GOING TO HEAVEN!" he said, now making a mockery of the religion.
"SHUT UP, JUSTIN!"
He chuckled, liking the reactions he was getting from the ex-party girl. Now, it was Nora's turn, as she had something to discuss.
"Listen, J. There's also the problem me and you been having." the Latina said, now getting into the narcotic side of things.
"Problem? You mean the thing I've been paying for to keep you from starving?" Justin replied.
The Latina shook her head. Tiffany saw this as a good opportunity to bring out the questionable items he had kept in his room.
The blondie then set out an empty bottle, a bag with residue of a powdery white substance on the side, and a dagger, all of which he recognized on sight.
"Do these look familiar to you?" she asked, wanting to get confirmation that these belonged to him.
He knew he couldn't deny it, as the dagger even had his name engraved on the handle. This was the largest corner he had ever been backed into, metaphorically.
"Y-Yeah. And?"
"And?" Audrey exclaimed. "And, you shouldn't have this shit. It's not good for you, JD."
He let out a huge chuckle, thinking the hypocrisy from the ex-party girl was unreal.
"You're one to talk, Audrey Belrose. Didn't you snort cocaine, invade my family gathering, then exploit me which caused Tiff to go off on me and end up getting hit by a semi-truck in the freezing cold rain?"
"Y-Yeah, I know. I look like a total hypocrite, blah blah blah! Exactly why I sobered my ass up."
"Whatever. You should feel guilty for almost getting me killed that night." the 23 year old said, now contradicting his previous statement about it not being her fault.
The ex-party girl couldn't handle it anymore. She was about to lose her temper and derail everything. Her best friend saw the look on her face, so she knew she needed a time-out.
"Audrey, go to the kitchen and cool off. We can handle it from here." Tiffany said, excusing her from the intervention.
She got up and went into the kitchen, definitely needing some time to calm herself down, as everything going on was a bit overwhelming for her.
"So, let's talk about the cocaine." the Latina said, now getting into the nitty gritty of it.
"What about it?"
"Look, J. Imma be honest with you: It's OK to party from time to time. Trust me, I'm all for that. But using it the way you've been ain't good for you."
No, hearing bullshit from my friends ain't good for me.
"It's just business, Nora Delrio. Nothing more." Justin said.
"J, I never told you this: But Vin doesn't want me to be selling this shit to you. Not only is it bad for you, but Alonzo's still up our asses, threatening him and shit."
The ginger nodded, confirming Nora's statements. "She's right, Justin. Alonzo's been blowing up my phone, which if you knew flip phones, they don't exactly take kindly to excessive calls."
Then get a new one then! No need to carry a caveman's cellphone all the freaking time.
"I don't care, okay? If Alonzo has a problem, he can take that up with me, since I'm a buyer."
"Hey, listen to me: It don't work like that. Marlena got me deep into some bullshit. I'm scared for my little cousin's life, okay? I think it'd be best for you to not get involved, comprender?"
The way she was putting things did somewhat make sense to him. He was never involved with the criminal underworld, nor did he want to. He already had enough shit to deal with as it is. Last thing he needed was the stinking mafia going after him.
"Fine. But where am I supposed to buy coke from?"
"You shouldn't buy it at all." the blondie interrupted.
"Why not, Tiffany? Would you rather me be depressed and cutting myself?"
She sighed, still trying to maintain her sanity at this point.
"I'd rather you not depend on drugs to keep you mentally stable. I know the day when you dyed your hair, you were high on that stuff. That's why you were singing and dancing to 80s music: Because you snorted cocaine before I came home from work."
Shit, she's caught me.
"Speaking of hair: What is with that? Why did you ditch your nice brown in favor of this emo kid shit?" Vin asked, not a fan of his new hair dew.
"What? Am I not supposed to dye my hair, you ginger-ass bastard?"
"Watch your mouth, boy. At least my hair is nice and orange, not black like I'm a suicidal teenager in high school."
"Yeah, it's orange because you have no soul. GINGERS DON'T HAVE SOULS!" he replied, now about to go off.
"Justin, calm down." the Japanese woman said.
"Shut up, Aiko. In fact, what is with you people? Jessie's an ex-porn star, Aiko's a camgirl dressed like a teacher, Nora's a fucking Mexican drug dealer, Vinnie's a ginger-haired asshole, Audrey's an ex-druggie now turned a bible-thumping bitch, and Tiffany's a blonde girl wearing a fucking schoolgirl uniform. You're all a bunch of freaks! Am I even awake right now? Is this a fucking dream? You people aren't even real. None of you know who I am."
The fact that he basically roasted all of them in that moment was unbelievable. Audrey even heard him from the kitchen, now bursting into tears.
"Justin..." Tiffany said. "How could you say all of that?"
He turned towards her. "I'm not Justin Dark."
Suddenly, they all gave off a confused look. Him saying that raised more questions about his mental health.
"Then who are you?" the blonde MILF asked, wondering what her future step-son meant.
He looked at all of them, nervously shaking about revealing who he really is.
"My... My name is Joseph."
As soon as that came out of his mouth, he then darted out of the room.
"Wait, come back!" the blondie shouted. But it was already too late: Justin "Joseph" Dark had fled the room, now leaving many questions that have yet to be answered.
"Who the fuck is Joseph?" Nora said, still in disbelief as to what just happened.
They all looked at each other, not knowing what the name 'Joseph' meant, or if it meant anything at all. For all they knew: JD had officially lost his mind.
"Maybe he's right..." Aiko stated.
They all faced towards the Japanese woman, not entirely sure what she meant.
"What are you saying, Ms. Yumi?" the blondie asked.
"What I'm saying is: He's right. We're all a bunch of freaks. I mean, it's a wonder my ass is still alive after all of the shit I went through last year. He has a point: We're all messed up in the heads. Are we even human?"
What she was saying really did get everyone thinking. After all of the crazy shit they have been through in the last year when JD, the former big player in the city, suddenly showed signs of a mental decline. Nothing had ever been the same ever since he overdosed the previous year.
"We all make mistakes, Aiko. Don't let what he said get to you. You've come a long way since then." Jessie said, trying to cheer up her close friend.
"Yeah... You're right." she replied, still feeling the aftershock of this intervention.
Suddenly, Tiffany began to think about something.
"Does anyone remember the Christmas party we had last year?" she asked.
They all gave each other a confusing glance, not entirely able to recall the events of the infamous Christmas party they had, the one which resulted in the worst hangover the next morning.
"Not really. That night was mostly a blur." the Japanese teacher said, not remembering everything.
"Yeah, and I left early. What even happened?" the Latina said.
Suddenly, Audrey came out from the kitchen, as she remembered more about the party than anyone else did.
"I know what happened." the ex-party girl stated, knowing what she had done to their drinks.
They faced towards her, not aware of why this was even relevant to the current situation.
"I roofied our drinks and we all didn't remember what happened, besides me because I had done roofies multiple times. I know what happened more than you do."
They nodded, now recalling that this did happen. Audrey used to be so obsessed with drugs that she went out of her way to spike the alcohol that Jessie and Aiko brought with roofies. From that point on, many crazy events happened.
"Anyone remember the fake wedding?" Tiffany asked, now starting to recall some of the events.
"Yeah, what about it?"
The blondie said nothing, but rather grabbed out some phony paperwork they had signed while drunk and high.
"We signed some fake papers from that theater student. We were so out of it that I signed my name as 'Shirley' and he signed his name as... 'Joseph'!"
"What?" the blonde MILF said, not realizing that this may have been some sort of link to the recent occurrence.
"So, who is Joseph? Obviously, we were drunk, so the name Shirley was supposed to be a joke because it sounded like an old lady's name. But Joseph... What does that mean?" Tiffany asked, wondering if there was more to this than they realized.
"I dunno. But maybe, you can ask that doctor about this? Maybe he'll know." her mother stated, referring to Beckman.
She nodded, knowing that he may have a better answer to this than her, as he was an expert in psychology.
Regardless, she apologized to everyone for this somewhat failed intervention. In a way, it did shed some light on things, but in the end: They were all left with more questions than answers. What did Joseph mean? Was it some sort of alias? Was it Justin's real name? Has he been faking his name for the last three years? There was no telling what was going on.
J came home later that night, not saying a word to Tiffany. He knew he messed up big time. Beckman was supposed to come back later that week, so it seemed as if the time was about to come. This was a very confusing situation for everyone. Hopefully, it could all be worked out soon enough.