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"No, no, no. Chris. Chris. No." My mother attempted to tightly clasp his button up, but he was too swift and was reaching JJ.
"Dad. Dad. What are you doing?" I questioned, footing around the large couch, sensing my golden skin peel with bitterness, and a deep breath flew out of my mouth.
"Let's get this out in the open." My father expressed, burning his bright eyes into the other guy, reaching the start of the clean kitchen.
The expression on JJ's complexion was fearless. With my father thriving with irritation, lifting his deep voice with every second while he approached JJ, he was steadier than ever. Behaved like nothing was going to happen and knew he had to stay calm instead of losing it. Unlike my father.
Giving JJ the bigger person title.
"Can we take it down a little!" My mother announced, walking away from the large couch, and into the pathway of the vicious and infuriated man.
"Let me tell you something, JJ. You need to understand that I do get it." My father halted his heavy footsteps, five feet away from the fearless boy, making JJ slightly chuckle.
"Dad, stop," I mumbled, pausing my footsteps beside the island counter that separated the two while I flew my head towards JJ, watching a sarcastic symmetrical smile flare into his thin lips.
He loudly clapped his thick hands together, interlocking his thick fingers, cracking most of his strong knuckles, provoking my frightened eyes to lightly enlarge.
"Do you hear me?" My father asked, while all three of us gazed at the quiet but sarcastically smiling boy, whose radiant eyes snapped down to the brown tiled floor.
"Sure, you do? Yeah, sure. Sure, do." JJ kept sarcastically chuckling, keeping his bright eyes on the tiled floor, and started folding his muscular arms over his chest, making his veins tense.
"I like you, JJ, and I bet you're fricking fun to hang with, ditch school with, and go down to the break. Because! I was once just like you, bro." My father complimented him, keeping his eyes glued to the young boy, while I noticed him unhurriedly and discreetly taking steps towards JJ, which only provoked me to itch closer to him as well.
"I didn't think that anything mattered." My father added, as my fearful eyes swapped towards JJ, discovering his blank eyes still being glued to the tiled floor, sharp jaw tight clenched, taking all of my father's bullshit.
