three in the morning « jack gilinsky

14. are you breaking up with me?

JACK

“You were never supposed to tell her, you know that Son.” pacing around the living room, my Dad ran his fingers through his hair in frustration, his face reading as clear proof that he was festering in his own emotions and feelings as my mother sat in utter silence, staring at the carpet that laid the room; “You went behind our backs and you told her everything, after promising us you would never do such a thing.”

Honestly, I couldn't quite understand just why he was so mad so late in the week. Surely, if it was truly annoyed by the fact I had told Diana the truth in a drunkard slash drug infused state of mine, he should have sat me down on the Sunday or the Monday just gone, rather than the Wednesday when I told her on the Saturday? And the state of silence my mother was in was understandable, she knew sooner or later that I would have let it slip to Diana about the fact her family were lying to her.

But it wasn't the alcohol or the drugs that I had riddled within my body that night that caused my mind to take control of itself and my mouth to start moving without consulting me first. Oh no, it was the feelings that had been suppressed deep inside of me. I couldn't find it within myself to lie to her anymore, not with the way she looked at me through those big brown eyes, the way her delicate features caused my heart to stop and my mind to mentally kick me into revealing the truth.

“Well, she was bound to find out sooner or later.” I shrugged, it old news to me now that she knew the truth, it's not as if her knowing has caused the world to stand still for hours, she had a right to know anyway; “You know, me telling her probably hurt less coming from me than it would have done her parents on their death beds seeing as though they didn't want her knowing.”

Celia stood at the frame of the living room door, listening to the drama that had been unraveling since the moment I walked through the front door after school, a long day of school at this, causing her to awake from her sickly slumber that had been induced by a dodgy McDonald’s the night before.

“I don't get it, why is it such a big deal that he told her?” she yawned, leaning against the door frame.

“Because it means Dad has to be faced with his mistakes once again.” I rolled my eyes, knowing that there was no other reason for him to be so mad about it; “And clearly, he likes to forget that aside from me, he has another son roaming the earth.” the sarcasm that left my mouth penetrated the tension in the air.

I shouldn't have to respect people who clearly view me as a child; “As you can see Cels, our family values consist of if you ignore something for long enough it will disappear and you can pretend it never happened and when you don't want to take responsibility of your own actions, blame them on somebody else.” I have never looked down my nose at my up-bringing, mainly because I know there is people in the world who are worse off than me, but that doesn't change the fact it churns my stomach to know the truth.

“Son, why do you care?” glaring in my direction, Dad stopped his pacing; “Your brother does not care about you, he has had numerous chances to get in touch and he never has. He doesn't get in touch with me, he doesn't get in touch with Maria, you know why? Because he does not care. You have gone and dragged something up that was so far in the past nobody even thought about it.” he cared more about the fact he had to face up to his own mistakes once again more than he did anything else.

“Because regardless of whether or not he cares, Diana had a right to know.” my only argument was that I was doing by my friend; “You have no idea what it is like to find out so far on in your life that you have a brother, to find out that your parents have been lying to you. I know how it feels, I had no other option but to tell her.” the pain that comes with finding out such things is unexplainable, my parents would never understand.