The Forgotten Memories Of Allison Fuentes

I felt my heart drop. "Well Allison?" She snapped, slamming the door behind her.

"Uh mom it's okay, they uh-were just stopping by." I stuttered, walking towards her.

"Allison!" She yelled, "That doesn't explain why he had a bloody face and is on the ground!"

"He gets a lot of nose bleeds Mrs. Stabler." Alex spoke up, gripping the back of my shirt.

"Sorry Alex but that sounds like bullshit," my dad spoke up. This was a disaster.

I looked at Vic and Mike for help but they looked just as desperate as I did. Tony had gotten off Jaime and was breathing heavily with his back to us. Jaime was by his side and was whispering things. Jaime fucked up bad and Tony just looked sad now.

"What's your name? The short one," my dad asked with a condescending voice. Jesus fucking Christ. Hopefully Vic doesn't give him attitude. My dad isn't afraid to hit someone, even a minor.

"Victor," Vic said looking down. Oh no. My father hates it when people don't look him in the eye.

"Look at me when you're talking to me. Show some goddamn respect," he growled.

"You don't deserve respect if that's how you treat your daughter," Vic said looking at my dad with intensity.

Before anything else could happen, I put myself between them. Once again I was doing this. My life has just gotten crazy and it's all because of Vic Fuentes.

"How about you and mike leave? I know you have chores to do," I said looking at Vic with urgency. That boy was lucky I cared so much.

"Yeah we do have some cleaning to do. Cmon Mikey," Vic said not taking his eyes off me. They eventually walked out.

"Jaime? Tony? I'll walk you guys out," I said.

They followed me outside and surprisingly didn't break out into another fight. All I heard was heavy breathing.

I turned to face them,"Ok guys, tell me what's up,"

"I'm still mad obviously," Tony said with his arms crossed.

"Please Tony I'm sorry. Please Tone you're my best friend," Jaime said with a whiney tone.

"Are you guys gonna be ok walking home?" I asked .

"I'll walk Tony home. We'll be fine," Jaime said with a small smile.

I walked back in the house to see both my parents with stern looks on their faces. Not this again.

"Did you hear what I said about Rachel?" My mother asked with her eyebrow raised.

"I was too busy with other things. What happened?" I asked. Yes, I loved my sister but there were time where I was just jealous.

"She's in the hospital because she's crazy. Rachel says her husband has been beating her but that's absurd. She's staying at the local hospital," what the actual fuck? Rachel doesn't just randomly lie about serious stuff. My sister has been getting beat by her 'perfect' husband. It makes me wonder how long it's been happening. Maybe it's been going on for awhile. The thought made me shudder. My parents love money too much so they don't really care. I wasn't gonna argue because they wouldn't let me see her if I did.

"Oh," was all I said.

"You have been influenced by those bad tattooed delinquents. We'll let it slide just this once," mother said. She does most of the talking.

"They probably brain washed her," my father scoffed with a sympathetic tone. He could show emotion for the wrong times.

They went upstairs, probably to sleep since it's been a long trip. I decided to do the same.

-—

I woke up to the rays of sunshine beaming through my window. I glanced over at my alarm clock, which read '8:27'. So either my parents didn't wake me up, or it was Saturday. I got up and followed the sounds I heard down stairs. "Have a safe flight okay? See you whenever." I heard my mom speak.

I slammed my bedroom door and stomped down the stairs making as much noise as possible. Once I hit the main lobby I slipped into the kitchen and was immediately taken by surprise, "Guys what are you doing here?"

Jaime, Tony, Mike, and Vic all sat by my kitchen island, listening to my parents. "Oh Allison it's fine," my mom came into view, "These boys just came to apologize about the incident the other day."

"And I'm leaving, bye Al, bye Marie." My dad said kissing her head and slipping away.

"Wait where are you going now?" I tested, stepping towards the guys.

"Thailand." He yelled as he shut the door behind him. I felt the room get quiet and I felt my heart racing, "So why are you here?" I asked them once again.

No answer.

"Allison! I told you already they wanted to apologize. They aren't awful human being you know?" My mother hissed, grabbing her keys and walking out into the garage.

"I'm going to ask one more time. Why. Are. You. Here!" I slammed my cup on the counter startling everyone.

Again, they sat like frozen statues with blank expressions. Out of frustration I climbed upstairs and got ready for the day. "If I come down there and you are all still there, you can chill wherever. But I won't be here."

I slipped on some clothes and shuffled down stairs to get the same expressions I did about 30 minutes ago. "Last chance." I turned, still nothing.

I walked outside and slipped into my car and began the short drive to the hospital where my sister was at. My parents hadn't really explained much but her husband beating her didn't seem like something she would tell them. I clicked on the radio and Pantera soon filled the background.

Once I parked and checked in and attempted to find her room. This hospital is a maze. With tons of death surrounding you. After about a two minute loop, I made it to Rachel's room. There she was, black hair and all. Her deep brown eyes met mine. "Baby sis." She whispered.

"Rachel what the hell?" I hugged her tight pulling a chair beside her bed. From far away she looked like the stunning Prom queen she was, but up close she looked fragile and pale. Broken almost.

"I had to Allison, I'm not crazy I'm not crazy," she said as she interlocked her fingers with mine and squeezed tight.

"Rach it's cool I'm here. What's up?"

"Well He never hit me. You know he wouldn't do that. But someone did. His little Paris whore. Who knew?" She slammed her head on the table.

"He was cheating on you?" I couldn't believe it. They always seemed so happy. I guess people could fall out of love.

"I found him in bed with her. Cliché story I know but that's what happened. I reacted how anyone would react. I threw a tv at my husband and got in a fight with that French fuck." She explained calmly.

"You've never been the violent type," I said confused.

"Love makes you do crazy things," I would never know what that feels like.

-—

I walked into the house and sighed. Today was so draining and it was only 1. Something was different. It was like suddenly the entire living room was spotless. Even the dishes were done and they were piled up this morning. All the cars were gone so I knew my mom didn't do this. My dad is in Thailand so it obviously wasn't him. Could it be the boys? Maybe that's why they were being weird this morning. Wherever I looked it was clean as could be.

"Vic? Mike? Jaime? Tony?" I yelled going upstairs. The very clean upstairs I should say. Still no answer though. What is it with these boys? It made me kinda scared to go in my room since it was so quiet.

I really didn't have a choice so I opened the door. The first thing I saw was my room completely clean and organized. Then I saw all the boys sitting on my bed smiling, a cake in Vic's hands. What was so special about today?

"Happy birthday Alli!" They all yelled laughing.

"I totally forgot honestly," I laughed with so much happiness.

"Well Alex said it was and so we decided to clean the house and bake you a cake. Now we're just gonna hang out. Is that cool?" Mike asked.

"Duh," I smiled.

-—

Everyone was gone except Vic and I. We were just watching some stupid horror movie and eating ice cream. We were so close and it made my breath hitch. I looked at his face as he watched the movie. Creepy right? My heart just fluttered whenever I saw him. God I'm such a cliché teenager with stupid feelings. I wanna kiss him right now.

"Hey Vic?" He turned his head to look at me with his stupid adorable face.

"Yeah?" Oh god was I gonna do it?

I grabbed his face and kissed him. He couldn't really respond since there was suddenly a pounding at the door.

Why does everyone always pound at my door?

Notes

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Sorry all caps.. Anyway, remember the statue like stares, the phrase will come up later in the story.
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