The Forgotten Memories Of Allison Fuentes

Everything was sore from sleeping on the window but at least I got sleep. Slowly, I got up and got ready for the day.

Sometimes my heart would yearn for my parents to come home early. Rachel was a different story.

The drive to school was quiet and dreary. I would pass groups of friends laughing and smiling. No matter how hard I try, I can't seem to smile lately.

Why did I have to go to that party? Parties always end badly for me. As I walked into school, my eyes found Vic's.

However, instead of that innocent, soft look I always saw, it was replaced with anger. He didn't have a right to be angry. I did.

With all my courage, I walked up to him."What the hell is your problem?"

"My problem? What's yours?" He hissed.

"I asked first," He rolled his eyes,"Don't give me attitude."

"My problem is that you don't remember shit," Vic growled.

"You were drunk too," I pointed out.

"You were being irresponsible Allison,"

"That's my choice," I whisper-yelled.

"Whatever," That's when he pushed me and walked away.

-—

The day went as usual until I was walking to my car after school. I could hear yelling and grunting.

"She's not your girlfriend so mind your own damn business!" That sounded like Vic. Oh no.

"Well I like her and want to keep her safe! Back off," Was that Peter? Oh fuck.

I decided to turn the corner and see what was happening. Hopefully they weren't killing each other.

Vic was on top of Peter beating the absolute shit out of him. Peter was strong but Vic was fast and strategic.

"Stop!" I screamed. They both turned their heads towards my voice. Well that got their attention.

"Get off of each other now or I swear to god," The two scrambled up to their feet quickly.

"I'm so sorry Alli. Please don't hate me," Peter begged looking somber.

"Explain to me why both of you are fighting,"

"I hate Peter for controlling you and he's a jackass," He said bluntly. I almost laughed at that. Almost.

"Alli I'm so sorry. Vic gives me bad vibes and he touched you when you were drunk," Peter always lied to get out of trouble. It seems like Vic gives no fucks. I like it.

"Well Peter I know you like me so no need to lie," I sighed, "By the way, I can take care of myself."

"Yeah Peter," Vic mocked.

"Shut the fuck up," Peter growled.

"Peter, stay away from me. I don't like you like that," Suddenly, Peter's eyes darkened.

In a blink of an eye, Peter had Vic pinned to the ground. It was like Peter's anger made him stronger.

"Peter stop!" I yelled getting panicked. "Peter don't."

The punching didn't stop and soon Vic wasn't fighting back.

I ran towards Peter and tried to pry him away. That didn't work so I punched him straight in the face.

"You shouldn't have done that Alli," He whispered.

Peter tackled me and punched me again and again. I was not going to die like this. My nails had just been done so they were nice and sharp. Peter lost balance once I kicked him in the stomach. Then I pinned him down and attempted to gouge his eyes out.

"Nice try," He chuckled before knocking me out.

I woke up to my bedside light being flashed in my face. I groaned at the immediate pain I felt. I slowly peeled my self up and out of bed. "Fuck this." I hollered, thinking I was alone.

I heard shuffling outside my door, and that shuffling soon turned into yelling. "Get the fuck out of her house!" The voice yelled, booming down the stairs.

"You knocked her out you scum bag! How about you leave." The other hissed. Why do they always have to fight. I moaned and ripped my foot open. Leaving Peter and Vic motionless. I walked past them and into my bathroom to see the damage. "Peter what the fuck?" I hollered, looking at my black eye and slightly crooked nose.

"Look Al I don't know what happened." He rushed over to me, holding my hands begging for forgiveness.

"I said what the fuck, not bow down a kiss my feet." I said as I walked down the stairs and into the kitchen.

I threw pack of peas on my nose and eye and began yelling, " Look you both are shit heads, I know Peter you have anger issues and I know Vic you have some fucking obsessive issues. Now I'm a very forgiving person, but this is unforgivable. You beat the living shit out of me Peter. We've been best friends since second grade! Now get out before I call the cops."

"Fine, both of you can burn in hell," Peter said before storming out.

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I woke up to the starling sound of thunder outside my window. Wow rain again in San Diego. I Slid up and looked at my phone. It was 3:23 am, so that meant I got like 8 hours of sleep and I wasn't getting any more. I slid out of bed and turned on the tv. But I just couldn't pay attention. Why did Peter just change all of a sudden? And why would he harm me. The Peter I knew was the Peter that would just sleep with me and eat with me and be my best friend. And why was Vic here? He has no real relevance in my life until now, and I don't think I remember him at all.

I slowly shut my eyes and listened to the thunder booming. It made me feel at ease. But my veil of tranquility was soon destroyed by the loud ring of my door bell. Who the fuck was at my door at three a.m.

I crept down the stairs and opened the door, to see a soaking wet, pale faced Vic. "Vic?"

"Yeah uh- hi Allison," he trembled, obviously cold, "I-I-Just wanted to apologize."

"You didn't have to do that, are-are you okay?" I questioned. He looked like he was going to fall over.

"Yeah. Just short. Of. Breath." He huffed, propping himself on the door frame.

"Did you wanna sit Dow-fuck!" He fell into my house, I ran to my phone and dialed 911.

"911. What is your emergency?"

"This guy just fell into my house, he's unconscious." I put the phone on speaker so I could examine him.

"Okay ma'am. Please tell me your name and address."

"Uh, complex 3 on Rt 204, my house number is 230, uh his stomach is a deep purple.." Think Al Think. "He's bleeding internally I think."

"We are sending people right away but please stay on the phone with me," my phone blasted, "do you know this man that fell into your house."

"Yes." I responded, staring at the once tanned boy, his skin had gone white and his temperature had dropped.

It took about ten minutes for the ambulances to get to my house, I was not leaving this boy alone. "Ma'am are you related to this boy?" And officer asked as I started to get into the van.

"Yeah, we are together." I lied. But it felt nice. I sat right in the back and Vic was laying on a stretcher. "Tell trauma we are coming in." A man yelled, practically lying on top of Vic.

My emotions were in a numb state. What if he dies? What will I tell my parents? How will Peter handle this? We got to the hospital and I decided to call his house phone. It rang a couple times before I heard a yawning voice answer, "hello?"

"Hi yes, is this the Fuentes household?" I asked shakily.

"Yes, who's calling?" The voice sternly answered, it wasn't the same voice as last time.

"Hi, this is Allison your neighbor," I sighed, "Your son Victor was admitted to the hospital." The phone beeped signaling they hung up.

I clicked on Peters name in my contact list and waited for him to answer, before he could even speak I yelled , "you better fucking pray he isn't dead. Hospital. Now."

-—

My feet carried me into the hospital and then in the waiting room. I was so angry and sad at the same time. How could Peter do this to Vic? To me? We've been best friends forever and he's just going to throw it away. Though I never fall back asleep when I wake up, I could feel my eyes closing slowly. Guess it's time to take a nap in the middle of a crisis.

-—

Hands shook my body furiously as if the hospital was on fire. The person shaking me was a nurse who I didn't see when I walked in.

"Excuse me? You're boyfriend is awake with his family in the room. Do you want to see him?" She asked softly.

That was a very good question. Did I really want to face the awkward conversation that would probably go down with Vic's parents? But I really want to see Vic. It really scared me when he passed out on my floor. My world had stopped when his eyes closed.

Even though the nervous feeling in my stomach wouldn't go away, I walked with the nurse to his room. She led me to the door and then proceeded to walk away. This is it. No turning back. God it sounds like I'm about to have an orgy for the first time. I'm Allison Stabler, the girl who jumped off a cliff just for the fun of it, I can do anything, including this.


With that in my mind, I quietly opened the door and walked in. Vic's parents were not what I expected at all. His mother was dressed nicely, as if going to a wedding. His father was dressed in a suit with an expensive looking watch on his wrist.

"Um hi. I'm Allison, the one who called 911 and came with Vic here." I said looking down.

"Is this your girlfriend Victor?" His mother asked in a snobby tone.

"No mother, she's just a friend of mine," Vic said rolling his eyes.

"Thank you for saving Vic Allison," a boy who was sitting in a chair said. Finally someone thanks me.

"You're welcome," I would ask what his name was later.

"We would like to reward you with having dinner with us tomorrow night," Vic's dad said.

Dinner? I couldn't exactly say no. Tomorrow night was going to be a long one.

Notes

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