Are you here?

Jul had time to dry her hair and put on again her dress: it was a pity that John wasn't here anymore, she really wanted to ask to him a new one... this one was... well, she was wearing it for so much time... She even thought to take a new one from his wardrobe, but it would be really rude without his permission. She sighed and started to look around: she was alone for real! John wasn't in the bedroom, nor in the kitchen... and... oh! There was a door opened... She looked at it and actually the idea that that door could take her to her freedom didn't even touch her mind: she went out searching for John, she looked at the various door, but it seems like they were all locked. At least, following a corridor, she saw a door opened on a beautiful garden... "John? Are you here?"

John heard her footsteps all the way from the stairs. The sound resounded in the walls and echoed back. There was no way he could not have heard her coming.
Still, the realization that she was coming his way, and who she was, and what this meant, didn't hit him until he heard her voice. He was standing right around the corner, right beside a big pool of womit. Not exactly a sight he wanted Juliet to see. But in all fairness, Juliet wasn't exactly a sight he wanted to see either.
His hair was messy and his face was full of sweat. Just the thought of Juliet's face provoked a new barfing reflect, and with a loud, obnoxious sound, often heard from people puking, a new dose of accid landed on the grass in front of his feet. There was no way she couldn't have heard that if she was as close as he estimated that she was.
Please don't come here...
Please...

Jul made the last few steps in the corridor when suddenly she listened a noise: she wasn't sure about what it could be, but she had an half idea... "John? Are you here? Are you ok?" she asked again, finally leaving the corridor and entering in the garden, coming in the direction of the boy. When she finally saw him she stopped, and it was evident that something was wrong in John "Are... are you feeling better? Wanna help?" she asked with a honestly worried expression on her face.

He didn't look up. He was only standing bent over a pool of his own womit.
He wiped his mouth with his sleeve and without looking at her, found the strength to tell her two short words.
"Fuck... off..."

She rolled her eyes annoyed at his words "Kind, really kind..." she commented, but the she walked toward him without caring about the vomit. After all... how many times happened to her when she was drunk?
... Maybe he was drunk! That would explain his attitude...
She bent next to him, be however carefull to stay away enough from the vomit "You don't look good, maybe is better if you rest a bit..." she continued like she really cared about him.

"Do you think I give a fuck about being kind?!" he yelled and quickly wipped his head in her direction, before realizing his horrible mistake at the sight of her. He quickly looked back down again.
"GET THE HELL AWAY FROM ME!"

She looked at him confused: he had been so nice with her since a few minutes earlier... and now... what was changed? ...probably an alcohol's effect...
"Hey... honest, i can help you... isn't better come back in the room? Maybe you can take a shower, it might help..." she was beeing really kind with him, or at least she was trying, and talking she put softly a hand on his shoulder

He quickly swept her hand away, maybe a bit rougher than he had intended. It was sure to hurt her wrist.
"ARE YOU FUCKING DEAF BITCH?!" he yelled at the top of his lounges.

"AHI!" she moaned louder when he hitted her wrist, and automatically she raised it to her cheast, massaging it softly with the other hand "Are you crazy?! It hurts!!" she asked with a shrill tone, moaning for the pain: it could even don't be that bad, but she was such a fragile and delicate girl... She could already feel the tears in her eyes! She looked at him with a sad, confused and childish expression, biting hard her lips to don't cry. She raised and made two steps away, but then she stopped.

He was relieved when she finally stepped away, but felt his anger rise when she stopped again.
"What's wrong? Fucking paralyzed?"
He couldn't remember the last time he had been this spiteful to someone.

"Can... Can I take a new dress?" she asked unsure, still massaging softly the wirst. She really seemed so childish and naive in that moment... she wasn't actually changed too much from where she was a child: years and years to have the look of a woman, but her attitude, her voice when she lamented, were the same...

"TAKE WHATEVER THE FUCK YOU WANT, JUST LEAVE ME THE FUCK ALONE!" he screamed at the top of his loungs. What the fuck was wrong with her?!

She didn't say anything more, just made a few steps back and then, as soon as she arrived at the door, she turned back and run through the corridor, directed to John's room.

Finally, he thought as he sank to his knees and put his head in his hands.
Damn, he'd done a lot of fucked up things in his life but... but this...
Shit.