Chapter 65
T.K. P.O.V
I can't breathe...I can't breathe...
Carlos wake up...god damnit why isn't he waking up?!
T.K: *tries to speak* buck please stop... *tries to get rid of him*
Carlos: babe? *mumbles* oh my *sits up* buck stop are you crazy?!
Buck: *let go off him* trust me I'll find out!
Eddie: find out what? *steps in between the bed and Buck* pretty sure you won't find out anything in jail
I crawl closer to the other side of the bed and get up. I stand next to the window and hold my neck. I cough and try to breathe. Air. Fresh air...god...
My lungs finally fill with air again...
Buck: jail? Seriously?
Eddie: the police should be here any minute. I heard the screaming and called them
Buck: you fucking bastard *angry*
Eddie: you really thought I would let you kill my best friend? Our best friend? Gosh buck what the hell happened in there?
Buck: nothing I want to talk about with you
Eddie: fine but you should talk to someone. We all were there for you the whole time. We visited you almost every day. With the kids. We made sure that you are alright.
Carlos: *holds T.K tight* we Never wanted any of that to happen to you. Where is the old Buck?
Buck: the old Buck was gone when I stepped into prison. *angry*
Eddie: you know why Taylor left? Because she's scared. She's scared of you. To be honest, I'm scared as well. That look in your eyes. You know, it reminds me of that stupid guy who thought it's a good idea to start a school shooting....
Carlos: we promised us something. To be there for each other no matter what happens.
Buck: so why didn't you help me with Taylor?
T.K: *coughs* because you didn't listen to us. You just started screaming and shouting. We just wanted to help. You freaked out about the stupidest things. What happened there buck?
Buck: i don't want to talk about it
Eddie: if you don't want to talk about it with us then do it with someone else
Buck: with who? A therapist?
Carlos: yeah for example
Buck: you guys serious now? *laughs annoyed*
Eddie: you have two options. We make an appointment for tomorrow or I'll call the police and tell them what here happened
Buck: wait I thought the police is on their way?
Eddie: I lied. You really think we want you to go back in there?
Buck: well you all acted like you want me to go back in there.
T.K: we want to help you...it's your decision... *goes to the closet*
Carlos: what are you doing?
T.K: packing some stuff, I won't sleep here tonight.
Eddie: it's probably the best...we all should get some sleep now.
Carlos: I'm coming with you.
T.K: you have time until tomorrow Buck *sighs*
I grab some clothes and walk out of the room. I put on my shoes and look in the mirror. I can still see his hands around my neck. It's going to be interesting hiding these...
T.K: you ready? *sighs*
Carlos: yeah let's go *grabs his hand* how you want to explain your dad these bruises?
T.K: *gets into the car* I'll just tell him that it happened while we two did something. Then he hopefully stops asking.
Carlos: you think he would believe that?
T.K: I'm pretty sure he doesn't want to know the details when I tell him it happened during sex. *sighs and goes through his hair* I'm thinking about not going to work tomorrow...
Carlos: why?
T.K: because I don't want to leave you alone and I don't want to explain this to everyone
I sigh and park in front of my dads house. I grab my bag and we go inside.
T.K: hopefully buttercup doesn't wake up *whispers*
Just in this second he runs downstairs and says hello to us.
Carlos: Hey Buddie *smiles softly* hopefully he didn't wake up your dad
Owen: *comes downstairs* he didn't have to wake me up. I was still awake. What are you two doing here?
T.K: we wanted to sleep without yelling.
Owen: yelling?
Carlos: Buck and Taylor. They are still fighting.
Owen: well you still have your old room *smiles and grabs some water* what's that on your neck? Everything okay?
T.K: yeah it's just, we had some uhm, fun
Owen: this doesn't look like fun. *worried* I already saw wounds like this
T.K: dad you really want to talk about my sex life?
Owen: no because I really don't want to have details about that but this doesn't look like a, like a love Injury. Come on T.K what happened
Carlos: maybe we should tell him...
T.K: fine *sighs* it was Buck...he freaked out because he thought I slept with Taylor.
Owen: did you?
T.K: dad!
Owen: just asking. Okay Continue
Carlos: so last Night Taylor left. Like you know Buck freaked out a lot since he got out.
Owen: yeah I know. He did it at work as well. *sighs*
We tell him everything and after that I go upstairs and lie down in my old bed. I stare at the wall. Carlos fell asleep next to me. I bet it was exhausting for him.
I hope that Buck will get some help...I really don't want to tell the police. It's not good if he goes back there.
I grab my phone. Eddie texted.
Eddie: „I talked to Buck. I will call a therapist right after we get up. We will help him. He accepts the help. For now. How are you doing?"
T.K: „I'm okay. My throat just hurts a bit but it's okay...I told my dad everything...he didn't believe the story that it happened while sex..."
Eddie: „I wouldn't believe this story as well. Try to sleep. We will meet at 9 tomorrow okay? At home."
T.K: „okay okay. Good Night."
Eddie: „good night"
I sigh and put my phone away. It's a step into the right direction. Hopefully he doesn't change his mind...