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Jonathan's thoughts

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~ Groserias y abuso infantil (Mencionado) ~
~Curse words and child abuse (Mentioned) ~

Jonathan buried his face into his pillows in a fit of rage.

Joe just left. Joe just left. Joe just left. Joe just left.

What an hypocrite, rude, selfish, asshole-ly...

He just left them! They! His family! You don't just left your family like that, right?! Joe is in did an hypocrite, rude, selfish asshole.

... But was he though?

Jonathan blinked at the thought.

His more childish part poped out. Of course he is, he never wanted to play with me!

But, if Jonathan focused enough, he could see how tired Joe was. Not of him, but of something else. The lack of sleep showed in his eyes and his voice was rough, like he had been crying. He never said something rude ("Sorry Jonathan, I don't really feel like playing right now") but he would still make a fit while Joe tried to calm him down.

But he was alway mean!

But when was the last time Joe had said something rude to him? Maybe was he twelve? And, to be honest, he was being an idiot.

But Joe left!

But Joe left.

And Jonathan wanted to scream. Why wasn't he more angry with his brother?!

All this thinking an re-thinking was hard, but anger? Oh, anger was never hard. It would bubble up in the pit of his stomach and then dissapear as soon as requiered.

"If he stays like that, he will need anger managment classes!"

Oh, yeah, Joe made it easy to be mad with him. He was the troublemaker, the impulsive one, the disgrace, the... Wait, disgrace? When did someone called Joe disgrace? He could recall someone saying it, but who? Fuck.

Now Jonathan wanted to punch someone.

So he punched someone.

And then there were punches.
And then there were blood.
And then they were being pulled away.
And then there was the police.
And then there was the court.
And then there was jail.

Wait, jail?! Not jail, but the possibility of jail.

"That boy will end up in jail if you don't do something!"

Fuck, he never thought that Joe would be right.

But fortunately for him, he only got away with some anger managment classes. Huh, Joe was right. Who would've thought.

But he didn't want to think of Joe. He was still bitter of his leave and decided not to think about his mere existence. Though, Joe taught him that word...

No.

So Jonathan went to anger managment classes.
And then he got out of anger managment classes.
And then he went to college.
And then he got a job.
And then he met a girl.
And then he got married.
And then he had a child.
And then his wife was pregnant again.

And then he was yelling at his son for breaking a plate.

He raised his hand and his kid flinched in fearful caution. Jonathan froze.