The Love Triangle

Love Triangle: Chapter One

                   Argument

"Jake, you are going to be late. And on the first day!" my mother shouts from all the way in the downstairs kitchen.

She may only reach the small height of 5,5 feet, but my mother takes the world on head-first. Ever since I could remember, she has been the sweet voice of utter dedication and motivation in my life - never backing down or taking no for answer. However, today is one of those days where I wished she was a lot more collected and open-minded.

"I don't feel like going, mom!" I shout back all the way from my room.

"Of course you are going. Get down here, now! We both have places to be. If the modern society decided that they don't feel like functioning our society as we know it would crumble under our feet. Come now!"

"I'm  coming." I reluctantly say.

We have just relocated from Libya and we're currently on the run from the terrible war between Libya and Afghanistan. It's been only two days after our hefty departure and already I am being forced to go to school in a completely different state, city and country, for that matter"

I walked down the stairs sluggish and nearly literally lifeless. I walked down the hallway where I grabbed my bag and then sauntered out towards my mother. I feel like speaking to her about not going to school today, but we all know how that is going to conclude. Badly!

"Get in the car so I can drive you off to school. We are going to be late."

I believe she saw the lack of excitement I was attempting to disguise. I swear, my mother could see through me. All she had to do was look in my eyes and see all the emotions and secrets I had. No matter how hard I tried to masquerade as a different person she would always crack me.

She saw through my silver lining and even I could contemplate that she could see each and every single one of my fears, 'sadnesses' and lacks of understanding.

"Jake?"

"Yes, mom?"

"What's wrong?"

"Everything in my life so far. The war, our departure here to Pennsylvania,you ... da-"

I couldn't bear to utter his name. It would break me in more pieces than one could imagine. I was in a dark place. It was a dark and terrible time. My entity was like a shattered mirror - my shards scattered everywhere. I can't see myself in such state again - not ever again.

"Jake, I understand."

"Mom, I don't think you do. I was there when it all happened. That tragic day when the incident happened, I was there. I saw him... he..."

"Stop, that's not your fault. You couldn't have possibly saved him. You were only 14 years old! How could you have saved his life?"

"Mom, that is enough! Can we please just get in the car and drive off to our separate destinations? Please, mom."

Our brief conversation of less than two minutes opened up wounds. Both of our wounds. Wounds of which mine were the deepest and worst. Wounds that failed to properly heal and opened by the greatest of diameters just with the smallest of actions. I do hope that my first day of school results in me forgetting about today.

Maybe, just maybe, I'll enjoy living in Pennsylvania and I'll forget about that terrible incident...

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