Opposites

2.2

Justin cried as he jogged home. He never cried. He hadn’t hurt this badly in a very long time. He didn’t understand how a blue haired girl, who he had only known for almost three months, had affected his life so much. 

“I hate myself.” he whispered to himself bitterly as his feet slapped against the road. 

His phone began to buzz in his pocket. He skidded to a stop and fished it out and saw it was his dad. He groaned and shoved it back into his pocket. It wouldn’t have been her anyways. As he approached his house, he pulled out his house keys and let out a deep sigh. Justin turned the key into his door and immediately heard a crash when he stepped inside. 

“Dad?” he called out into the large house. 

Another crash.

Justin rushed up the stairs and into his father’s room. There was no one in there. 

Another crash.

Justin charged all the way up to his mom’s old guitar room and threw open the door. His dad sat on the platform with a bottle of vodka in his hand. There were broken pieces of glass from a cup lying scattered on the carpet floor. 

“Dad, what’s going on?” Justin took another step into the room and realized there were a few more broken glasses lying around. They weren’t just regular glasses, they were his mom’s old mugs. 

“Your mother called and asked for you.” he said groggily.

“You know I don’t talk to her.” Justin defended himself. 

“I know you don’t. She told me she had another son.” He snarled. 

“So what? She’s not with us anymore. She’s not a part of our lives. She’s not family.” Justin tightened his jaw and tried desperately to suppress the memories that were threatening to spill out. 

“I saw you with that blue haired girl today. I saw you leave with her.” Justin’s dad got up and stood in front of him. The aroma of alcohol on his breath filled the space around them.

“We’re friends.” Justin rolled his eyes.

“She reminds me of your mom.” his dad chuckled lightly to himself.

“She’s nothing like mom. She’s smart, funny and she has a name.” Justin countered.

“I don’t care about your sex buddy’s name!” his dad shouted. He threw the vodka bottle at the wall behind Justin.

“We’re not sleeping together! Tamara is just jealous, okay?” he pushed down his fear of his father.

“She’s going to ruin everything you have going for you.” Justin’s dad muttered.

“Don’t talk about her like that!” Justin shouted. That made him snap.

“Excuse you?”

“I’m getting out of here the first chance I get, Dad. I’m gonna be out of here just like mom and you won’t have anyone left. I’m tired of your crap. I can see why mom left you.” Justin took a few steps back in realization of what he had said. 

“So you’re in love with this girl?” Justin’s dad picked up one of the guitars that was hanging from the wall. 

“I never said that…”

Justin was cut off by his dad smashing his mom’s favorite electric guitar into the wall behind him.

“You never said that? You’re gonna leave me just like your mom? Screw you!” he picked up another guitar and smashed it into the wall, breaking the wood of it in half and denting the wall. 

Justin’s eyes swelled up with tears. There was nothing he could do and he knew it. Everything of his mom’s was going to be destroyed, and possibly even his life too.