Chapter 6. The Mistake

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George did not know how long he walked, but he made it to his house.

He turned the key to his house, and pushed the door open. He walked in & slammed the door shut. Yes, he's still mad. For how long? Who knows.

George felt played. Ever since Barbara showed up at Jon's doorstep, everything in their relationship seemed to go wrong. Jon never got that angry at him. He never seemed to piss Jon off either, even though he will admit he has done some wacky shit.

It has become apparent to George that whenever Barbara's around, it is like Jon is filled with so much hate & anger. George doesn't know quite what's going on, but it all revolves around Barbara.

George sighs. Boy does he miss the old Jon. He wonders if Jon even realizes what he's doing. Surely he knows that because he's spending more time with his ex-girlfriend, George has every right to feel jealous.

If only he knew how much George feels, the state of feeling isolated & left in the dust.

If only Jon could explain to him what exactly is going on. Maybe, just maybe, it could put him at peace with Barbara. Well, he would still hate the bitch with all his guts for what she pulled, but he wouldn't need a reason to hate her as much if he knew the truth...

What even is the truth?

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Jon's P.O.V

"Have you told him yet?" Barbara asked as she poured herself a glass of wine. She picked up her glass & leaned back on the couch, her eyebrows raised as she stared deep into Jon's eyes.

Jon looked away. "You know, you should really do something about you're nose. Don't want people asking questions."

Barbara rolled her eyes & took one last sip of her wine before she set it back down on the coffee table. "Don't dodge my question Jon. My nose does not concern me right now."

Jon sighed. "No, no he doesn't. Happy now? I answered you're question." He stood up & distanced himself from Barbara.

Barbara stood up as well, making her way towards Jon.

He was startled to find Barbara holding his arm, with pleading eyes. "Please Jon, don't tell him. Don't do that to him. It's wrong, I know, but It's for his own good."

Jon shook his head & shoved her away. "No, it's not. Stay away from me. It was a mistake, that's all. I'm not telling him anything, because there is nothing to tell."

Barbara looked taken aback.

Out of the blue, she smacked Jon in the face. Jon was startled. Not what he was expecting.

She grabbed his shoulders & shook them. Jon saw pain & anger in her eyes. "Don't lie. Don't you dare lie Jonathon Aubrey Moss. Admit what you did. Admit it!"

Jon was furious. Not just at Barbara, but himself. How could he have let this get out of hand like this?

It wasn't the exact truth, but Jon told Barbara what she wanted to hear. "Fine, fine. I admit it, okay? I guess it wasn't a mistake..."

And just like that, Barbara released her hold on his shoulders & her eyes lit up like fireworks. She smiled. "I knew it. Everything you feel for me... is real. I just... wow. I can't believe it."

In a matter of seconds, she nearly pushed Jon over, as she wrapped her arms around his neck & kissed him.

Again, not what he was expecting.

She pulled away, and danced her way over to where her wine sat. She picked it up, and started twirling around, sipping it here & there as she danced.

After she drank the whole glass of wine, she pulled out another glass, pouring the bottle of wine into both glasses. She picked them up, & boogied her way over to Jon.

She handed him a glass. "Cheers to us." The two glasses clanked together & Barbara drank up her wine. Jon, however, didn't drink his.

Barbara furrowed her eyebrows. She pointed to his glass. "Why aren't you drinking? Don't even tell me you're not a drinker, I've seen you drink before Jon Moss." She laughed.

Jon took a look at his drink & shrugged. "Not in the mood. I have other things, better things, I should be doing right now."

Barbara smirked & wrapped her arms around Jon's waist. She kissed his cheek, pulled back, & smiled. "Like what? Don't tell me it's about you're band. They can have you when we're done partying."

Jon pushed Barbara away. He walked over to the coffee table & slammed his glass on the table.

"I'm sorry Jon, I was just kidding," she said, realizing her mistake.

Jon pointed to the door. "I think it's time you best leave. You've done enough damage for one day."

Barbara was hurt by his words. She took a few steps closer to him. "Excuse me? You're kicking me out? I thought we were having fun."

Jon was fed up with her. He wasn't having it tonight. He knocked her glass out of her hand. "You know what I told George? I told him I felt sorry for you. But honestly? I don't feel sorry at all. I pity you. I tolerate you, put up with you. What you need, is rehab."

This hurt Barbara even more. She took a deep breath & held in her tears. "I thought, you cared. I did. You were the only one there for me, & still are. Please Jon, I don't want to be alone." She walked up to him and put her hands on his shoulders.

He took her arms & dragged her over to the door. He shoved her outside.

She was in tears now. Her hands folded, as if she was praying. Her eyes were pleading. "Please, please Jon. I love you. Don't do this to me."

Jon took a step back & shook his head. "I have to. Listen to me Barbara, I can't do this anymore. You need help. I can't help you. Find someone who can."

She was lost. So lost. Her eyes were glazed over now & the tears were just streaming down her face. She sobbed silently as she stared down at the ground.

Jon felt so sorry he had to do this. He lifted her chin up & looked her in the eyes. "There was a time I loved you Barbara, but I don't anymore. There is nothing for you here anymore. Leave & never come back. Do you understand?"

Barbara nodded.

Jon drew his hand back from her chin. "Good. Now go, and never come back."

She nodded again. She wiped her face with her sleeve, turned around, & walked to her car.

Jon closed the door slowly, as he watched her leave, silently praying that she would, indeed, never come back.

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I hope you enjoyed this chapter! I might now be writing as much now. I am on break from school & I am trying to spend some time with my family. I'm sure most of you understand. Love you. xx

-Zoey

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