Dysfunctional

Chapter 14 Good

As soon as my mom was out of the room, I couldn't contain myself anymore.

"Is it your goal in life to make me unhappy?! Why can't you just fucking leave me alone?!" I yelled, and in a moment of rage, I gathered as much saliva in my mouth as I could in that irrational, red-hot second, and spat in Jason's direction. It happened to hit him right in the face.

I was expecting maybe another flat hand when Jason raised his hand to slap me, but instead a hard fist hit me against the jaw with a harshness that could have broken my nose if he had aimed at it. The shock and force of it made me tumble off the chair I had been put on, and I fell on the floor. I managed to catch myself on my hands and knees.

"Is it your goal in life to make your mother unhappy, you filthy little cocksucker?!" Jason hissed back. "What did she ever do to you that made her deserve this, hm?"

"If you weren't so busy trying to get in her pants you might-" I started, but before I could finish my comment, Jason's shoe hit me in the stomach.

Shocked, I gasped for air as my arms gave up on me and I instinctively turned into a little ball out of pain. I had not expected Jason to go that far as to kick me in the stomach like that. I was feeling nauseas and out of breath as I tried to get up. I couldn't even think of another insult to throw his way, although I was aching to say something hurtful to him.

"You're pathetic", Jason spewed as he watched how I struggled to get up because my legs were shaking, and although I hated to admit it: I was scared of him at that moment. I was afraid of how far he would go, and I was thinking to myself if it were better to run away at that moment.

But my stupid, stubborn mind didn't allow me to flee like a scared little girl. No, I wasn't going to give him the satisfaction of knowing that he had overpowered me.

"Beating up little boys now, hm? How does it feel to have sunken so low? Are you hitting me because you have some sort of fetish for that? Do you like it when I moan in pain?"

At that moment, it had felt clever of me to provoke him like that. Surely he wouldn't want the idea of him getting off of this to even be considered a possibility, so maybe it would disgust him so much that he would just stop and leave me alone. I hadn't thought of how a statement like that would only cause him to get even angrier and therefore want to hurt me even more.

Because as soon as I had said it, and finally got back on my feet again, I could barely blink before Jason's big hands were on my shoulders, pushing me back hard and angrily so I fell back on the ground, but not before I hit the corner of the coffee table with a pained groan. It hit my back just in the wrong way, and suddenly all the air was knocked from my lungs.

Panic and fear crept up on me and in a matter of seconds, they had taken over when I realized that I couldn't get my breath back. I tried, but it was like I had forgotten how to breathe.

"I... can't... breathe..." I said weakly with my hand clutched around my throat.

And out of nowhere, worry took over Jason's anger, and the next second he was next to me with his hand on my shoulder asking me with an urgent voice if I could hear him.

I nodded, but still hadn't managed to find how to breathe again. It was so freighting and confusing, like my lungs had stopped working.

"Cough, Lars, cough!" Jason urged me on, my panic rubbing off on him. He hit my back, not in a violent way, but in a way you'd help someone who was choking on a piece of food. "Trust me, it'll help! Try coughing!"

I tried, but it was weird and difficult to cough when there was no air in your lungs to cough with. However, after a few attempts, it worked and the amazing cool air filled my lungs back up again. Only then I noticed not only how much I was shaking, but how Jason was shaking too. He had removed his hand from my shoulder, but was still crouched on the living room floor next to me.