three in the morning « jack gilinsky

20. jealousy is the craziest thing.

"You did what?" the sound of my moms voice shattered through the house, my body yet to wake up even though I was ten minutes away from leaving for school; "Diana, I cannot believe you." shaking her head, she paced around the living room, an expression scrawled upon her face as if she had never been under such an amount of pressure or stress.

Yet, the only thing I wanted to know was how she had managed to find out within less than twenty four hours about my little trip to Atlanta over the weekend.

"We told you specifically that he wanted nothing to do with you, yet you defied my wishes, you went behind our backs and you took yourself off to a completely different state without letting anybody know, with people we don't even know?" pacing back and forth, the disappointment in her voice was evident, my dad sat on the couch opposite me shaking his head, agreeing with her frustration.

"You also told me that Jack pushed me out of a tree house over a strawberry, so forgive me for not believing everything you tell me, but you're just not that trust worthy of a person." I was yet to get over my resentment for them, even if deep down I knew it was wrong for me to just get up and leave without their approval first; "And you do know Jack, I thought we established that already, you just like to pretend that none of you know him. Oh, and Johnson is probably the most responsible, caring, trust worthy person I have ever met so, it's not as though I was putting myself in harms way."

Oh not, I hadn't put myself in harms way, but I did under estimate the hatred that could fester in the body of a twenty one year old male who has never been in contact with his parents or biological siblings — we had set ourselves up for defeat and lack of acceptance from the one person whose acceptance would have meant everything.

"Diana, that doesn't change the fact that you left Omaha, with two teenage boys, to hunt down somebody you have never met." sternly, she glared at me; "You are completely and utterly out of control, and yes, we will blame Jack for your recent outlandish behavior because before you two formed a sickly sweet friendship you were fine." as always, she used him as a scape-goat, unable to sit for a single minute and realize that maybe, just maybe she was the one who pushed me into searching for my brother, not Jack.

"He is the only person who truly cares about me, you can't keep blaming him for everything that I do, I have my own mind he doesn't control me." protesting, I hauled myself up from the couch; "You claim you don't know him, that he is such a bad person, but you can't seem to see that he makes me happy, that we're friends and in each others lives for a reason." defending him is more important than defending myself.

Following me out of the living room, my mother remained hurling her self hatred and responsibilities at Jack, even though he was half way across town, probably high and oblivious to everything going on in the world; "Oh, so now it's Jack that is making you happy? Just a few weeks ago it was Elijah who was making you happy. Although, I have to give you it, you haven't tried feeding us any lies about how he is gay and there is nothing going on between you."

"Mom, I love him." I shouted, her mouth dropping open, silencing her as I stood by the front door; "And there is nothing you can say or do that is going to stop me from loving him so, quit while you're behind."

And with that, I opened the front door, storming out without saying goodbye to anybody first, not even bothering to close it behind it me.