The Forgotten Memories Of Allison Fuentes

I led Jaime up to my room and shut the door. I rolled back into my bed. "Tell me, Mr.Preciado," I motioned for him to sit next to me.

"Allison, this is serious." He said, refusing to sit down. I turned to face him, and stared into his dark eyes, "I know Jaime,"

"You do not know what he's done and how bad it was," Jaime said frowning.

"Well it's not like he killed someone right?" I chuckled nervously. He wouldn't right?

"Oh god no. It's just some things he did that I saw with my own eyes," He said shaking his head.

What did Vic do that was so bad? Yeah, he could be an asshole but that was just it.
"Tell me Jaime," I demanded.

"Ok so where do I start? Well before he went to real school, we went to Catholic school together. Vic was never the type to hurt anyone or anything. That all changed the beginning of 8th grade. Something happened the summer before. I still don't know. Anyways, Vic started acting different. Getting in fights, going to high school parties, and other bad shit. He was like another person."

"That's not too bad. At least he wasn't into hardcore drugs," I said not wanting to hear the rest.

"That's not the worst part Allison. Let me finish. As I was saying, Vic was a bad kid. Then he started hurting others mentally. There was this really popular sophomore who played football. All the girls wanted him of course but he just kept to himself. He would just go to school then practice and he was done. I think Vic wanted to see if the dude was gay for some reason. Whenever Vic would go to parties, that dude would be there. One night, Vic went to the guy and dragged him to where no one could see them. I saw though. I saw Vic kiss the football player and the guy got really into it. Then I saw everyone at the party come outside and start laughing. Vic was laughing too. You know what he said Allison?" Jaime asked with sad eyes.

"What did he say?" I asked with quivering lips.

"He said "Looks like we have a fag in our area" then Vic proceeded to beat the living shit out of him," Jaime had tears streaming down his face.
"Then after everyone left I helped the guy up and brought him home. But the next few days, he was never at school. But I remember that Thursday very well. The sophomore committed suicide Al."

"Why would he do that," I sobbed.

"Because Vic wanted to hurt him. That sophomore was the sweetest guy ever. He had a good family." Jaime said looking off into space.

"What happened after the whole thing?" I asked. My heart was slowly sinking.

"Vic shut himself off and wouldn't talk to anyone. He was taken out of school and I moved away for awhile," He said.

My mind couldn't process this information. Vic lied to me. Of course he would. Why did I ever trust him? It's like trusting Donald's Trump to be president.

"Jaime, I need to be somewhere," I ran out the door before he could say a word. It was time to confront Vic. I'm a person who wants to talk things out but he lied right to my face.
Without even knocking I walked in the Fuentes house. Music was coming from his room so I knew he was here. When I was determined, I had no boundaries.

"Why the fuck did you lie to me?" I said as I walked into the room. He glanced up at me with wide eyes. "You were the coolest kid like 10 hours ago,"

"Okay. Slow down. What are you talking about?" He asked, standing up to my level.
I stepped back, "You're fucking Psychotic and-and," I hissed," and a murderer!" His eyes turned, and immediately I regretted everything I just said.

He shut his door and pushed me against the wall, his forearm pressing against my neck. "What did you just say?" He whispered, pushing harder with every single word.

"I-I'm s-s-Sorr-Y Stop." I spoke, feeling the tears stream down my face. Why the sudden change in heart. Fuck Allison.

He gripped onto my shirt and drug me out of the house, "Bye mom I'm heading to Allison's!" He shouted, never letting go.

He walked me to my car, "We are going on a Drive." He opened the door and threw me in. I frantically searched for my keys. He stepped in and was annoyed immediately. "Here." He handed me the puff balled key chain that was on the ground.
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After about and hour of silent driving we arrived at a house. Old and run down, but someone could still live in it if they wanted. He opened my door and drug me out. "Sorry about all of that Allison." Vic said, as he walked me into the house.

I could smell booze and decay. Graffiti filled the walls, "I Don't forgive you. I won't after this you ass." I pulled away, giving myself plenty of distance.

"Allison! Stop being to annoying," he clenched his fists, "I just met you!"
He had a point. Damnit Vic Fuentes. I sighed, "why did you embarrass that kid? You pushed him to Suicide!!"

He came closer to me, "Allison. What ever you middle name is. Stabler. I would never do that, he was a terrible human being.." He trailed off.

"Like yourself." I mumbled, crossing my arms. He heard me.

He rolled his eyes and gritted his teeth, "look. He was insane he fucking drugged and raped my ex Allison," he paused, "I didn't know he would kill himself, he should pay for what he did to her. She's locked away now, broken. He fucking did that!" A single tear fell down his face.

"I'm leaving this, you have absolutely no concept of what's right and wrong do you? Think about that Victor. Then come crying to me." I pushed past him, and the last thing I remember was him running after my car.
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It's been a few weeks since the whole 'I know your darkest secrets' with Vic session. He avoided me at school, and he hasn't tried to talk to me. Peter and I started talking again, he's still a little mad but his company is nice. He started staying over again, which was nice. And he has a new "crush" so it's back to normal. It was another grim day, and school was over.
I wasn't sad.. Was I? No. I couldn't be sad. I had nothing to be sad about. Why would I be sad? Vic? No. I pushed the thoughts to the back of my head. I drove home and crept up my stairs. My mom was going to be home tomorrow, but I'm sure she will be on another trip.
I slipped on a pair or leggings and a puffy sweater and started my homework. Honestly, junior year is the absolute worse. All they do is give you tons and tons of work and no time to do it. It turned out to be a real pain in the butt, especially with Vic on my mind. I looked out and realized it was a getting dark, but I could still see. "Let's go see what Vic's doing." I mumbled to my self and climbed out my window.

I shuffled into their back yard and onto their shed, which gave me a little hop onto his window side. I peeked in to see his mother putting away some clothes, but Vic was sitting on his bed. Staring at the ceiling.

I waited about 5 minutes before even thinking about tapping on the window. Because a) he has a ton of clothes and b). His mother was a few feet from me. I huffed and tapped slightly on the clear glass, grabbing his attention. His face lightened and walked over to the window. "You're gonna get all wet Allison, what are you doing here?" He laughed, pulling me in.
"Well Victor, I don't want to be your clichè high school girl but I just wanted to see you." We stood apart, with some light music filling the air.

"What are we even suppose to talk about?" He he huffed, slamming onto his bed making an extremely loud noise.

"Are you fucking dumb?" I hissed, waiting for the sweet voice of Mrs.Fuentes to come in. I prayed for that, I prayed for her to kick me out of her house because Why am i here?
'Because I want to see him?' Yes. No. Maybe so. But so what? I was so.. Interested in his character. And his ability to vent to me. My thoughts trailed off, as Vic spoke sternly Allison why are you here."

"Because I want to dance." I said half serious-half joking. But fuck it. I grabbed his hand and pulled him from his sanctuary, and slowly started spinning in circles.

"This isn't how you dance goose." He laughed, spinning me in circles.

"Then show me goose." I giggled. He grabbed my hand and then my shoulder and began his form of 'dancing' which was just some awkward prom stuff. "Hey, maybe we will do this at our wedding, goose." He smirked, twirling me once again.

"We. Will. Never. Get. Married." I laughed and pulled away, "I should get going, it's late."

"Wait goose!" Vic called after me. He wrapped me up in his warm arms, I took in his scents, and felt his heart beating. "Good night goose."

"Good night Mr.Fuentes."

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