Yes, I do realize the last chapter was horrible. This was signified by the lack of reviews.
Thanks to Karvian. Yes, you get bucket loads of cookies. (Your house is crushed by cookies that fall from the sky)
Also, just FYI, this chappie has kissing in it. I do not know how well I did this, because I have never kissed a guy. (I personally believe you get cooties from stuff like that, but that's just me.) I WILL TRY TO DO BETTER AND SUCK LESS!
The next day at school Abbey was ecstatic. She wouldn't shut up about the stupid jock who they found dead last night. "The weirdest thing is nobody knew who did it," she was saying. Johnny sat next to her at the lunch table, chewing his sandwich slowly. "It was definitely a murder, but nobody knows why. They tested his blood and stuff, he was high on so much crack, they thought it might be suicide except nobody can find the knife."
"How do you know so much about this?" Johnny snapped finally. "WHY do you know so much about this? Somebody got murdered and you're treating it like some soap opera or something!"
"What's wrong with you?" She studied his face closely. He turned away.
"Do you know something, Nny?"
"Nny? What's that mean?"
"Johnny's too long. I like Nny."
"Fine, whatever." Nny got up to dump the majority of his uneaten lunch into the trash. When he returned, Abbey was giving him a Look.
"You do know something, don't you?"
"No, I don't. I just think it's sick. He was one of the guys in the car, remember?"
"Yeah, so? Just another asshole. The Earth is overpopulated with them."
"I guess," Johnny said. But he didn't mean it.
"Hey look what I got," Abbey said, pulling a magazine out of her backpack.
Johnny looked at it briefly, then back at Abbey, his face full of terror.
"Why do you have this?"
"I got it off some website. Budk, or something. Mostly to freak my parents out." She flipped through the pages, showing a display case of decorated knives and such. Most of them ahd some sort of painting or something on them.
"Look, I like these," Abbey said, turning to a page toward the end. On the page were twin knives, each a foot long. The handles were black, with yellow smiley faces on them.
"Funny, cuz they're ironic, get it?" Johnny was feeling sick. He was glad that he hadn't brought the knife today. Actually, no one would ever do anything with that knife ever again, seeing as Johnny snapped it in half and buried it in his yard.
"Are you okay? You're acting really weird."
But Nny wasn't there. He was back in yester world, staring at the boy he had just killed. As if in a dream, he remembered everything about it. As he watched, his hand pulled the knife out, he remembered the queer noise it had made as it slid out. He remembered the red, the jewel of the red…
Johnny ran.
After school, the two of them walked home as usual, but neither said anything. Johnny because he was still sick, abbey because she was thinking. She knew that Johnny had had something to do with the murder, the idea that he had actually DONE it never crossed her mind. As she approached Nny's house, though, all thoughts of it were driven out of her mind.
"Hey... Your parents' cars are gone." Johnny looked up, a bit of happiness in his face. Abbey misread it.
"You want to go inside? I never did get to see your room." "Umm... Okay." Johnny said, but his mind was screaming at him that this was a bad idea. Well, most of his mind. Eff seemed pretty for it.
Johnny unlocked his front door, bowing a bit as she opened it for Abbey. She giggled.
"My room's up here," Johnny said, leading the way to the end of the hall.
Abbey walked in, looking around. It was pretty plain. Johnny had finally set the bed up. The only interesting thing about the room was the stars that almost coated the ceiling.
"You like stars, huh?"
"Yeah. Wishes, you know?"
"You sure wish a lot."
"Well, it's all for one thing."
"What's that?" Abbey asked, sitting on the end of the bed.
"I can't tell. It wouldn't come true," Johnny said, sitting next to her.
"Oh, aren't you mysterious."
The next thing Nny knew, he was kissing her. Abbey was undoing his shirt… and it all stopped.
'Oh my god…"
"What?"
Johnny looked down. His shirt was almost all of the way unbuttoned… revealing the black and blue marks all over his chest. The cuts from where the buckle had broken skin glared, providing a slash of red through the blue.
"Holy shit, Nny... Who did this?" Johnny said nothing, hastily buttoning up his shirt again.
"Nny… was it those guys from the other day?" Abbey's mind was putting together a sequence of events.
"Shit! They came back, didn't they? And they beat the shit out of you, so you…" Her eyes gleamed.
"It was you! You killed that jerk!" She said this with a smile, a smile that frightened Johnny a bit.
"No. They didn't do this. I wasn't there. I don't… I don't know what happened." He held his head, his hands clasped over his ears. As if the whole thing was planned out by some sick cartoonist, the simple act prevented him from hearing the front door opening.
"Idontknowidontknowidont…" Johnny was saying. Abbey put her hands around him, trying to at least get him to return to the Real World.
"It's okay, it's okay Nny. It'll all be okay." At that second, the door to the room flew open. Nny's father stood there, in all his drunken glory. Johnny's head snapped up, his eyes as big as saucers.
"WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON HERE?" His father roared. He took in the scene through a drunken stupor. "Can't a man leave his house for TWO MINUTES without coming back to find this?" His father said. Abbey looked around fearfully, noticing Nny's total and complete terror.
"Get out of our house, whore." Abbey didn't say anything, but she quickly ran out the door.
"And you, you fucking pervert. Let's see how you like the basement." Johnny barely struggled as his father pushed him down the stairs, lecturing him.
"It's for you , you know. There's nothing else I can do, to make you understand. You have to be good. BE GOOD!" He accented this by smacking Nny across the face. Nny didn't bother to fight back, his father would win, time after time had proven that.
Nny sunk to the floor, not feeling anything anymore. All he could see was the face of the boy, all he could hear was Eff laughing. He didn't even hear the door lock above him, trapping him in here.
Oh, my god.. I'm started to get sickened by this. Karvian, in answer to your question, I have only this quote, made by Charlie Decker in Stephen King's 'Rage'. (Which is an awesome book, FYI)
Fathers never seem to remember that little boys grow up into big boys, big boys who remember every blow.
Yeah. Anyway, tell me if this was any good. (Secret prize: Matandar means 'to kill' with the suffix 'o'. it becomes Matando: I kill.)