Her first time

Chapter sixty-one.

He shows me a picture of little Justin reading Wuthering Heights with his mother when he was 7 years old. "I remember Justin taking that book everywhere with him. He used to remember all the pages and perform them in front of friends and family. He always loved reading." Richard tells me while he turns over another page. Here are Justin and his mom sleighing. "This was a great evening. I picked Laura and Justin up after work, and we went to the hill across town. Justin loved it. You know Laura and I divorced on great terms, but Justin didn't take it that well.

It changed him; he always carried anger with him, and I never thought he would find someone like you. "  I can feel Justin's presence in the room, and I can hear his heavy breathing. "That is how you remember?" he scolds through his teeth. Until a minute ago, I was enjoying this time with his dad, but the energy in the room has shifted into anger, hate, and betrayal. I can see Richard wasn't prepared for this; he looks afraid. "Son I didn't mean to__" But Justin cuts him off " You are talking shit. Is this a step in what you call making a menz? It sure doesn't look like it. You act like a good person, but you are not. Everyone may be stupid enough to believe your act, but I don't, and Mum certainly doesn't.

I don't remember that night the way you do." He shouts while his chest rises up and down fast. "Do not get me started about that night!"  "Justin, this is not the right time. I know I made mistakes, and I have to live with them for my whole life." Richard yells as Allison walks in on Richard and Justin arguing. I see the concern in her eyes, and I know I share the same look. I don't know what to do, but I do know this won't end well. "Richard, honey," Allison says to break up this argument, but it doesn't seem to help.

Justin is getting angrier and I don't know why or what happend in the past, but I do know it hurts him a lot and it still does. "You tell everyone great stories that aren't true. You picked us up pissed, and couldn't keep your hands to yourself. When it didn't work out you went back to the pub and__" "Son, please, I remember that, but maybe we should talk about this another time" Richard says so calmly that it makes Justin even more angry.   "When huh? It is never the right time. Tell me Dad did mum have her amend yet? She is working 13 hours a day to keep a roof above her head and here you are...FUCK YOU!!!." He shouts and curses under his breath while his hands are in his hair.

He paces around the living room looking for something to break. I can almost see the smoke coming out of his ears. His cheeks are red and his eyes are black and filled with anger. I feel for him, this seems really bad. Justin's dad must have done something terrible. "Son I know I did bad things but this is not the right time." he repeats. "Don't call me that. I am not your son. You don't get to call me that. The minute you walked away you lost the right of calling me that."  Justin shouts and I see the pain in his eyes, but also in his dad's eyes. "Richard, please stop," Allison asks repeatedly through her tears. 

"We've talked about this. You've gone through far with him." She says while crying. He doesn't seem to listen and in that, Justin doesn't have it from a stranger. I can't help but feel Justin's pain and my eyes start to water too. I don't know what happend, but I suddenly have a whole different aspect of his dad. "Because of you, Mum and I we're left for dead. I FUCKING HATE YOU. I hate you." Justin yells and rushes outside through the front door.

Leaving me, Richard, Allison, and Logan who just came downstairs behind. I honestly don't know what just happened but I do know Justin is in pain and I need to be with him. " I uh, I have to go but thank you for having us." I quickly say before they can say something back and rush outside to look for Justin. I rush through the front door. My heart almost beats out of my chest. I pray that Justin didn't leave me behind. It's dark and my eyes don't spot a curly dark tattoed boy. They only see darkness. "What are you doing?" a hurt British voice says. Thank God he is still here. My heart drops at the sound of his voice. I kneel on the floor and take a seat next to him on the stairsteps. "Are you okay?" I ask him while I pet his back and scoot close to him.