JanTom: Complete Opposites

Chapter Sixty One Pt 2- Love Is War

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   It felt like we were slowly being suffocated by the air around us;  my limbs were being pressed together by some invisible object that my lungs felt wrung and it was excrutiating to breathe. My mouth gaped open, unable to say a word or how my body stiffened at the place I stood at.

  A long, empty silence followed. It was so silent that you could hear the ragged breathing of Mrs. Greason or the small ticking of the wall clock hung at the wall. It felt dreadful, like a grim reaper with scythe would come and rip our heads off. I thought it was better.

     Rip my head off---that's what I thought.

    "I knew that already," Oskar murmured, making his soft voice louder than it seemed. If anything, it felt like it echoed around the walls or rang my ears.

     Then his feet moved, footsteps reasonating with his eyes looking far away, as if he was numbed to this feeling, to this emotion already. He stood in front of me, shielding me from his own mother with his broad back. Then my eyes raveled to find his hands clenched into fists, a white long sheet of paper slipped in his fingers.

    He lifts his hand with clenched paper and slams it on the table without further reminder, causing a loud thud to follow. "I have a gig this Saturday."

    "If you and dad don't come," he trails off, his breathing uneven and his brown locks of hair curled up in knots. "--then I'll know that you never cared for me, let alone as your son."

  He turns to face me and I stiffen, my eyes locked into his dull crystal blue eyes that used to sparkle in mischief. I was mortified. This was all my fault. I.. didn't have any right to say anything at him right now, especially when it's my fault again for being too self-righteous and justified that I made him hear from his own mother's mouth how she hated him.

  He knew that, but it was better if he didn't hear it exactly from the person he least wanted to. He grabs my hand, not muttering a word and we strutted towards the front door without any mimick from his own mother. I think that ticket was enough to boggle her mind.

    We made the ticket out of that suffocating house and onto the outside world--which was already night before I realized. The cars gradually reduced to a small number while the streetlights were still up, some flickering with bugs flying around it. The cold slap of air was enough to made my eyes wide awake while Oskar tagged me along with him to the place I wouldn't know.

   I admit I was scared inside. It was something I felt rarely : being afraid, feeling small or feeling petrified. It wasn't that Oskar was screaming at me or that his hold on my hands were enough to break my wrists, but it was about the tensed aura and his silence that made me fear.

     To my surprise he paused, his feet coming to a halt. I stopped just right in time to not bump my body on his back.

     "Hey Janna."

    He finally mentions my name after this cruel silence, his back still faced on me. His hands felt cold, like icy cold and he squeezed mine tightly, as if for comfort. "Thank you."

   What he said made me sick to the stomach. It was like someone kneed me to the gut. I didn't deserve anything, let alone a thank you from him--if anything, I ruined his family. I pierced open his dysfunctional family which were trying to hold onto a half hanging rope, now fallen onto the ground.

   "I don't deserve that Oskar," I murmur. "---if anything, you should scream at me, punch me in the face for ruining your family; for making things worst."