Don't go out tonight

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Thrillers  |  House: Booksie Classic
Deacon's little sister tells him to stay home but he doesn't listen and when he gets into a bar fight his night quickly turns sour...

Submitted: December 28, 2011

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Submitted: December 28, 2011



‘Hey asshole!’

Deacon rolled his eyes as he turned. A punch landed square on his jaw and he reeled backwards. Laughter rang out around the seedy bar as Trent pulled Deacon to his feet.

‘That teaches you to chat up my girl!’ A large, flushed man stood glaring at Deacon, breathing heavily, a blond bimbo cowering at his side. Deacon’s infamously short temper flared. He didn’t stop to reason with the man, he didn’t bother to explain that it had been Trent who had tried to flirt with the girl – Deacon didn’t go for blonds, especially ones that looked as if they came straight out of a whore house. Instead he reached for the closest bottle and swung it at the man’s head. The bottle shattered on impact and the bulky man reeled to the side, roaring in pain as blood flowed from his temple. Two lanky men jumped to their feet and Deacon swore when one flashed a badge at the barman; he should have known the police would be watching the pubs tonight; it was a game night after all. Kelly was going to be super pissed if he called her from the station, she had told him, almost begged him, not to go out tonight. Deacon’s worries were cut short when another punch connected with the side of his face and he collapsed again. When he came around moments later most of the hubbub had died down – several paramedics had carried the bleeding, roaring man to a waiting ambulance and one policeman was ordering furious patrons to go back to their drinks. The other was kneeling over Deacon, shaking him gently.

‘Wake up son; the paramedics need to have a look at you before we take you down to the station. You took quite a hit there.’

But Deacon felt fine, in fact, he had never felt better. He pushed the skinny copper aside and sat up, then stood.

‘Do I really have to go down town?’ he asked, injecting a little shakiness into his voice, hoping to get some sympathy from the man but to no avail, he only nodded his head, smiling ruefully, ‘You’ll only stay the night but stay you will.’ The policeman took Deacon by the arm, not bothering with cuffs, and led him outside to the waiting patrol car. It seemed odd to Deacon that the night was so bright and he looked toward the town centre to see if the town’s spotlights were on. They weren’t, it was full moon. Kelly had begged Deacon earlier that evening to stay home, not to go out. Deacon had refused, he was eighteen and could do what he wanted, he was also sick of being stuck in the house all week; his parents were away and he had to watch over his fifteen year old sister. But the folks would be home tomorrow and Kelly’s best friend was staying over so she had no reason to be scared. As Deacon stared up at the moon he realised that Kelly had known what Deacon had forgotten. There was a reason why Jo, Kelly’s eighteen year old friend, was staying over tonight. Deacon pulled his arm from the officer’s grip and backed away.

‘You have to let me go home,’ he pleaded but the officer shook his head, becoming stern.

‘I know your parents boy, and they will not be pleased to hear you were in that pub tonight, much less so if they hear about the brawl you started. Now you’ll come to the station and they won’t hear of it.’

‘Please, I have to go home!’ Realising that the copper wouldn’t listen, Deacon turned to run but the lanky man was faster and grabbed him, nimbly clipping cuffs to Deacon’s wrists and dragged him to the patrol car where two other policemen helped bundle the struggling boy into the car. Deacon was in big trouble.


He lay in the small holding cell, staring out the barred window at the moon. He should have listened to Kelly, he should have realised she wasn’t being a pissy fifteen year old at all, that she was trying to keep him, and everybody else, safe. How could he have forgotten what tonight was? Deacon turned over on the rusty bed then stood and began pacing, trying to think straight; the moon was reaching the highest point in the sky and Deacon could feel his insides start to writher. He didn’t have much time, but he knew he didn’t have a chance in hell of convincing the officers that milled around outside his cell that they should let him go. The cell would hold him, but only for a while, and by the time the poor bastards realised that they should have let the eighteen year old go it’d be too late. The latest Selena Gomez song permeated Deacon’s thoughts and he rushed to the bars of his small cell. Most of the officers were laughing at the notion of a teenage boy having such a song on his phone but Deacon didn’t even try to explain that his sister thought having her own ringtone was cute; instead he reached through the bars as if he could reach the phone.

‘Please, let me answer it!’

The officers continued laughing and ignored him. Deacon thought quickly.

‘I haven’t had my phone call, and if you don’t let me answer it this once I’ll complain, I swear I will!’

The laughter died down; the police force in such a small town was rather important and the whole town depended on them for safety. If a complaint about them, even one as ridiculous as a drunkard not getting his phone call, reached the ears of the town gossips the whole town would lose faith in the men in blue and the town would collapse into chaos. It had happened once before and they were eager to avoid it happening again. A young officer quickly extracted Deacon’s mobile from his coat pocket and handed it to him. Smiling at the absolute ridiculousness that ruled the town he quickly pressed ‘Answer’.

‘Deacon thank god you can still answer! Where are you?! It’s nearly time!’

Deacon wasted no time on explanations; his insides were starting to hurt; he had never had to hold back this long.

‘I’m at the station Kells, you’ll have to come bail me out, I can’t hold out much longer!’

There was a silence on the other end of the phone then Deacon heard his sister spring into action.

‘Jo!’ he heard her call, ‘Get the car started, fetch the chains from the basement, and get Norm to help you hitch the horse trailer to the car, quick!’ Deacon had a few moments to marvel at how cool headed and logical his younger sister was then she was talking to him again.

‘Where do I get cash?’

‘Check mom’s drawer in the den or if there’s nothing there the safe in my room, you know the code.’ An officer motioned for Deacon to hand the phone back and Deacon quickly disconnected, hoping his sister would hurry. He didn’t have to wait long but it felt like hours before his sister and Jo entered the small station. By now his hearing had intensified as had his other senses. He lay curled up on the cell floor, listening to Jo and Kelly talk in the next room.

‘You can’t post bail for a bar fight, he has to stay the night!’ an officer was telling them furiously and Deacon heard the rustle of notes as one of the girls pushed it across the counter.

‘He has to be released immediately or he may become seriously ill!’ Deacon heard Kelly say angrily but the officer seemed to refuse.

‘We cannot release this boy on the word of two young girls, a doctor would have to come in and examine him!’

There was the rustle of paper and Jo spoke, ‘This is a letter from Deacon’s doctor stating that he requires nightly medication and supervision by a person qualified to monitor him. Both I and his sister have the ability to ensure he makes it through the night, but you and your officers do not!’

Deacon heard the officer stutter and Jo spoke again, ‘That is impossible, he has to be monitored at the house. There is a number, call it if you doubt us.’

There was further rustling as the officer read the paper.

‘Very well, this seems to be accurate, we will release him on bail.’

Deacon heard Kelly’s inaudible sigh of relief and managed to grin in spite of the pain that gripped him; the number on the doctor’s note was probably non-existent. There were a few soft-spoken words between two officers and within minutes Kelly and Jo were there to help him to his feet as the officers unlocked his cell and released him. When Kelly saw how far gone Deacon was she began shouting at the officers but he barely heard her; he clung to Jo as she and his sister half dragged him out of the station and to the car. Once outside he began limping toward the horse trailer, eager to finally let go, but Jo steered him back to the car.

‘No!’ Kelly hissed when he began to struggle, ‘We have to get out of town first, if they see you getting into the trailer it’ll raise suspicion.’

Deacon snarled softly but let Jo help him into the car.

‘You’d better gun it,’ he told her as he lay back against the seat, gasping. And she did. As soon as they reached the darkened road that led out of the town to the surrounding farms Jo stopped and the two girls pulled Deacon from the car and into the horse trailer.

‘Get back to the car!’ Jo yelled at Kelly as she struggled to get the thick chains around Deacon, ‘Start gunning it for the farm!’

Kelly started at her friend in horror, ‘What about you? You can’t stay back here with him, he’ll kill you!’ She glanced at her beloved older brother who was desperately trying to rip away the chains around him.

‘GO!’ Jo yelled, pushing Kelly out of the trailer and slamming the door. Kelly only hesitated for a few moments then ran to the car and slid into the driver’s seat. Her dad had taught both her and Deacon to drive at an early age but Kelly was certain he had never thought she would ever be speeding down the deserted road, trying to get home before her brother ripped up her best friend.

In the trailer tears ran down Jo’s face as she huddled in a corner, watching the monster Deacon had become lunge at her repeatedly, roaring irately each time the chain jerked him back but centimetres from her. She had managed to get all but one chain around Deacon before the beast had ripped his skin off like a shirt and taken over. He lunged once more and Jo screamed when one of the chains around his legs snapped, whiplashing from the force of the break, snapping across Jo’s face, drawing blood. The beast howled with delight when it realised that it had the strength to break the pesky bindings that kept its prey beyond reach. It began to lunge again, more ferociously; this time with intent, and slowly the chains began to give way. Jo knew that when the beast was lose it would tear her to pieces and when he was done with her it wouldn’t take him long to do the same to Kelly. Swallowing the bile that rose to her throat Jo crept round the creature, who was so intent on breaking lose that he had forgotten her for the moment. There was a lever at the front of the trailer that would unhook it from a vehicle in case of emergencies. What emergency may arise that a hand would have to unhook a moving horse trailer from a car Jo could not phantom but she silently thanked the manufacturers for their insight as she pulled the lever and the trailer jerked as it was released from the speeding car. She breathed a sigh of relief knowing her friend was safe.

‘Oh Jo…’

She froze. The creature had spoken her name. From right behind her.


Kelly shrieked when the car sprung forward suddenly, gaining the speed it had been unable to attain while pulling the trailer. She jammed her foot down on the brakes and the car skid to a halt, tyres smoking. Kelly fumbled with the door and nearly fell out in her haste. When she saw the trailer standing stationary on the road she immediately knew what happened. Kelly too knew about the release lever in the trailer; she and Jo had spent many long hours on the way to horse shows inventing scenarios where that lever would come in handy. She felt sick when she remembered one particular road trip where Jo had invented this very scenario, but at the time Kelly had scoffed and called it lame. Now it wasn’t lame at all. Kelly had began running to the trailer (if she had been in any shape to think rationally she would’ve marvelled at how far the car had travelled once released from the trailer) when a muffled bang rang out from the trailer, followed by a thud. Kelly froze in mid-step, terrified for Jo, when she stumbled from the trailer, bleeding and shaking.

‘Jo!’ Kelly cried, running to hug her, but the older girl raised a finger to her lips.

‘Quiet, I hit him with a stun gun. But he won’t be out for long. Come on, let’s go.’

Kelly wrapped an arm around her friend and they walked back to the car.

‘Where did you get the gun?’ Kelly asked quietly, trying to ignore the blood dripping off Jo’s face.

‘Stole it off a polic-‘

Her words were cut short by a snarl. They turned slowly, almost comically. The beast stood behind them.

‘Go!’ Jo hissed and Kelly began to run, not realising that Jo wasn’t following her. By the time she reached the car Jo had vanished from sight, and so had the beast. It didn’t take Kelly long to convince herself that following them would be foolish; she was scared and her self-preservation kicked in. It would only be weeks later, when Kelly was finally weaned off her sedatives that she would comprehend that Jo had run to save Kelly.


Jo lay against a tree, breathing hard. She had run as far as she could and had managed to put some distance between her and the thing but her lungs burnt and the gash on her face seared with each salty tear that fell on it. She couldn’t go any further. She barely jumped when she heard him.

‘Oh Jo, where are you?’

She remained silent but he found her nevertheless and it was mere moments before the enormous silvery wolf appeared out of the darkness in front of her. He numbed mind noted how beautiful he actually was. So beautiful…

‘Hello Jo. Why aren’t you running anymore?’

She shook her head, unable to speak, and he chuckled. She wondered how she could hear him speak when he didn’t move his maw.

‘You know, Jo, I’ve always liked you, I’ve always thought you were quite ravaging.’

His velvety voice lingered over the last word and Jo shivered. She found her voice; ‘I’ve always liked you too Deacon, I’ve always wanted you.’

He seemed taken aback by the use of his name but recovered quickly and chuckled. For reason’s beyond her Jo reached out and touched his face. What she pulled toward her then was not a wolf but a boy, and when her lips found his she kissed him hungrily. His tongue caressed her lips and he kissed her back, pressing her up against the tree. His lips slid down her jaw, peppering it with kisses. Her head fell back and when he reached her neck he grinned and the boy was no longer there. But Jo didn’t scream. Instead a soft laugh gurgled in her throat as he ripped it out.


Jo Andrews’ body was found 30 December 2010 in the woods close to a farm. Her throat had been ripped and her body ravaged. What baffled police was that although Jo had obviously been a victim of an animal attack her body had been placed in a burial position post-mortem. Several animal hairs, which were later identified to be wolf pelt, were found on the right side of her body as if the animal were sleeping next to her. No wolves were ever found in the woods or surrounding areas.

Deacon was never heard of from. In August of 2012 his parents received news that his body had been found in a Russian inn. He had hung himself. A suicide note was found but was indecipherable due to several paw prints which obscured the writing.

Kelly lives on her own in a small town in Alaska. She never told her parents what had happened.


‘Oh Jo…’

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