Oblivion (Short Story)

March 3

The clock ticked 2 A.M. and almost all in that little suburb in Connecticut was drifting into their sweet slumber but she was an exemption. Janna's still up, staring at the fading light blue ceiling in the brink of dawn. She turned off her phone and locked herself in her room. Scenes continued to replay in her mind like those were films waiting to be viewed. Those scenes were much more effective than any dosage of caffeine. She's blaming herself for everything, for messing up not just her life but also of the ones she loves.

Earlier that day, his dad came up in front of the Meadow's residence. And she could still restate the whole event like it happened a minute ago.

"Janna, let's go," his dad said sternly. Every movement of him would remind you of his authority. He took Janna by the arm but she struggled free. Both of their eyes show an austere emotion. One's mad, the other's pleading.

"No, I'll stay with Mom," she said, fighting back her tears. Lissa and James just stood before them like spectators, waiting for the perfect moment to butt in.

"What? You're going to stay here with your boyfriend, what the h-," Janna cut him off.

"He's not my boyfriend, for heaven's sake!" she exclaimed. The tension between them was hot enough to melt winter's kiss.

"Not your boyfriend? Ask him! Because the last time I checked, you two were smooching torridly in my house," he mockingly retorted. She faced James, pleading to explain to her what her dad's saying but he just bowed his head down. Failing to get any support, she turned to her mom but she did the same. 

"Please explain this to me! Any of you, just please?" she begged like a kid pleading for a puppy. How she wish to be that simple, but confusion drown every part her.

Her dad just hugged her and she broke down. She just couldn't return the hug. There was like a wall barrier between her and her dad which she'd built and his dad's trying to break it.

Soon after reminiscing what happened, she fell asleep. Little did she know, a lot of secrets were waiting to be unfolded the next day.

*

After a dreamless night, she didn't even bother to look herself at the mirror because she's certainly aware of how bad she looks like. Without knocking, she barged through her mom's room and found her reading a notebook. When she noticed her coming, she motioned her to come.

"Mom, could you explain everything to me?" she tiredly besought. Everything's just too much for her to comprehend. Her mind was like a bomb that would explode any minute.

"Dear, please don't stress yourself," she combed her hair using her fingers. She then realized that a motherly touch could calm the hell inside her. But she just insisted for her to tell the truth.