The Other Side

[hithereimvoldemort]

This isnt a fan-fic, it's just a story. I havent abandoned my other story, but that one will be over soon anyways, so i'll just post this.


“It’s too late, Greg. You blew it.” Clarissa pulled her shiny black hair into a pony tail and grabbed her bags.
“Clarissa!” I ran over to her, trying to grab her so she couldn’t walk out the door. “Baby, please, can’t we just talk about this?”
“I’m sick of talking! I’m sick of lies, and today was the last straw! Greg, listen, get your life together. Goddammit, get away from those friends of yours! They’re killing you!”
“I will! I’m serious, this time I will!”
“You’ve had your chance. I’m sorry. Tomorrow, I’ll call about the divorce papers. Goodbye Greg. It was fun while it lasted.” With a sigh, she lifted our 3-month-old son, Collen, into her arms.
“Clarissa…”
“I’m sorry.”
A few seconds later, I heard the front door slam shut. It was too late now. I had let my life walk away.
“What have I done?”

Flashback: 13 years ago - The first day of 6th grade.

“Hey! Greg! You ready? First day of freedom!” My best friend, Jonny, ran over to me with a huge grin on his face.
“Yeah,” I mumbled.
“Hey, what’s up? Come on man, two hours, no parents!” He punched me in the arm. A few seconds later, I noticed Brice Livingston standing by the creek, talking to some friends.
“Shit! Dude, we gotta get out of here! Brice-”
“You’re STILL scared of that guy? It was last year. It ov-” Before he could finish his sentence, Brice walked over, grinning like the world revolved him. He was the kid that everyone hated. He had beaten the crap out of me numerous times. I wasn’t going to let it happen again.
“Dude! Greg, my man! Long time no see! You know, I think we should just for get last years differences and become best friends!” He sarcastically smiled as his friends chuckled.
“Dude, I just want to get-”
“No, no, I think we need to talk.
“Come on man…” I yanked away as he grabbed my arm.
“Hey, dweeb has gotten stronger. Daddy teaching you some new tricks? Oh wait – he’s in jail for killing your gay mommy.” His friends started laughing hysterically.
I don’t remember much after that. According to Jonny, I lost it. I slightly remember throwing the first punch. I remember the pain, and screaming, and poor Jonny and I having to make a run for it. Apparently, I had started punching him with all of my 11-year-old power, and before Jonny and I ran away, I had pushed him into the railing. He slammed his head, got knocked out cold, and fell into the creek. It was January, and his friends had to jump into the water and pull his unconscious body out so he wouldn’t drown. Surprisingly I wasn’t suspended. My dad was good with words, so I simply got a bunch of detentions. To this day, I don’t regret it. I don’t even regret that night, when my dad beat the shit out of me. I was no longer Greg Wilson after that. I was Knock, and nobody dared mess with knock.

[hithereimvoldemort]

*revives fan fiction*




A pulse is an amazing thing. Laying in bed that night, my whole body sore from my dad beating the shit out of me because of Brice, I don't think I could have appreciated the steady beating of my heart more. It was patient and forgiving, unlike my sore limbs and broken ribs. At 11 I was lucky, because if i had been any older, or it had been any time after Project Red, I dont think I would have survived that. If i had survived it, I would have at least been in the hospital. However, at the time, I didnt understand that. I just layed in bed, my eyes closed, trying to clear my head so I could sleep.

"Knock, huh?" My bedroom door creaked open at 6:00am that next morning. "Is that what your friends are callin' ya?" I groggily opened my eyes to find my father standing in my bedroom doorway. "Suits ya well, 'specially after what ya did to that poor boy."
"He deserved it," I mumbled. "He deserved it more than anything in the world! Did ya hear what he said? He called you-" I stared down at my blood-stained sheets, trying to get rid of the sudden lump in my throat. "He called you a drunk, and he said you killed mom."
My dad slowly nodded. "What happened last night... you didn't deserve that. I'm sorry."
"It's okay, dad." It was hard to say that, but it was easier to just give my dad what he wanted.
"But it did happen, and as long as it happened, you cannot mention it to anyone. Ever. Ya got that?"
I nodded.
"Good. Now get dressed and washed up. I'm drivin' ya to school."

When I got to school that day, I was shocked. We were invisible. Jonny said we could get away with anything. He was right. Jonny, me, and a couple of our friends, Allen and TJ, taught ourselves the ins and outs of the town. We could do anything. At first we started out small. We stole a couple of things, skipped a couple of classes, and we were happy. But as time went on, we needed more. And we got more. We never thought it'd turn out how it did. It went too far.

[ktg205]

this is really good, i like it

[hithereimvoldemort]

1 reply? You guys, it's not that hard. Just type one puny reply. I mean, come ON, 58 views but one reply?

[waitingxforxyou]

I think fanfiction died...

Anyways, interesting concept so far. It's different to write from the guy's point of view (being girls and all..) I'm anxious to see how everything leads up to Greg's wife leaving him.

[puppydog32jr]

this is really interesting so far. update soon!

[ginger]

It's really good!

You can write better than me.

MORE!

[hithereimvoldemort]

6 Months Later

"Will you please tell us where we're going?" TJ and me lazily dragged behind Jonny, who had now started jogging through the field in his backyard. He didn't say a word.
"You know Jonny, this isnt fair. You get me up early, deprive me of my daily 1500 calorie breakfast, and now you've got me runnin'. Stuff like this isn't for guys like me."
"TJ, you're always hungry. This is why you're overweight."
"Hey man," TJ grabbed my arm. "You better shut your mouth. You KNOW that my weight isn't my fauly. You KNOW that!"
"Alright! Dude, chill!"
"You know..." Jonny started jogging backwards, "...When you babies stop whinin' cuz mommy won't get you your breakfast, or your bestest little buddy called you fat, maybe I can show you the surprise I've got hidden behind that tree over there. I promise you'll love it."
"Don't talk about mothers," I mumbled. Nobody heard me.
"Get Allen," Jonny told us. "He seems to be fascinated with that purple flower."
Without saying a word, TJ ran over to the bush where Allen was sitting, plopped all 80 pounds of him over his shoulder, and starting walking toward the tree.
"...I though I told you to LET. ME. GO! You guys, this time you MUST trust me. The purple flower... it has SPOKEN! IT WILL SHOW US THE WAY!" TJ grinned and plopped him on the ground. For once, Allen didn't try to run.
"...Okay then. Um... are you guys ready to see why I brought you here?"
The three of us nodded, as if in a trance.
"OK. I just want you guys to know that I've got your backs. If one of you ever gets in some shit, which will more than likely happen, I'll be there to help you out." He smiled reached in a thick pile of colorful leaves, moved his hand around a bit, smiled again, and pulled it back out. None of us could see what he was holding. "You guys ready?"
The three of us nodded.
Jonny slowly opened his hand. Inside was a small bag filled with white powder. He reached into his pocket and pulled out four white straws.
What is it," we asked, almost simultaneously.
Jonny paused.
"...Well?"
"Cocaine." He grinned.
I felt my throat go dry. "C-c-c-cocaine?"
"Yes," Jonny said. "Cocaine."