A Captain and Her Ship

Chapter 29: Friends or Parents

Chapter 29: Friends or Parents {Jordan’s POV}

“Jordan if you don’t mind would you pass the salt”. My mother asked, raising her small hand in my direction. 

“Of course”. I picked up the saltshaker and handed it to my mother.

“It’s been so long since we’ve had a family dinner ”. My father sighed, looking at me and my mom. 

“Yeah”. I whispered not caring to pay much attention. 

If I were to even engage in a conversation what could I do? Lie about how I really felt would only release the anger I had to bottle up. They told me I could never speak to Prue and Olivier again. I asked why but they would ignore the question or jump into a different subject.

I know there hiding something from me. Because we’ve never fought about anything our family was completely open. Until now, something changed and now my family is changing into something else.

“Jordan”! My father raised his voice, I snapped out of my thought, and faced him.

He was annoyed from his narrowed dark eyebrows and his pressed lips as he scold at me. Along with my mother who’s misty blue eyes, squinted in my realization. 

“Yes, father”? 

“You weren’t answering me, do you like your mash potatoes”? He asked, still a little upset.

“It taste okay”. I shifted my eyes from my father to the mash potatoes. 

I picked up my sliver fork, and poked at the mushy potato on my plate. I could still feel my father’s eyes on the top of my head, and I stared at my mash potatoes. There was a brief moment of silent until my mom scoffed.

“Why are you being so difficult”. She hissed, slapping her hand on the table. “All you have to do is answer the question”! 

“I already did”. I whispered, stilling looking at my plate. 

“They why aren’t you looking at us. You haven’t been talking to us like you use to”. She exclaimed in concern. 

I scoffed, pressing my hands on the edges of the table and raising my head slowly. To met my two-parent stare at me with confusion but anger. 

“Then why haven’t you told me why you’re being so rash about me being around Olivier and Prue. There my friends, yes there weird but”. I paused trying to find the right words for them, it’s been on my mind. “I feel like I’ve know them for a long time. Even though I just move here”. 

They were the most interesting people I ever met, Prue isn’t like any girl. She’s more to herself and tough, doesn’t want anyone’s help. While Olivier is kind, and shy with a heart of gold. I’m so happy that I’ve met them both, no matter how hard the situation was. 

Especially with the most embarrassing crush I have on Oliver. Just thinking about him sets my heart into a frenzy. Even though he does know it. I bet Prue’s happy probably cheering around with Olivier or something.  

“Stop being so ridiculous”! My mother scowled, forcing the tightest smile.

“I’m not! You’ve changed, for whatever reason and won’t tell me why”? I exclaimed firmly, staring at the anger in my parent’s eyes.

But there was something else, that was quite weird. In my mother’s eyes, I could see something I though I would never see.

Fear. 

But where was it coming from and why was she feeling this way. I could hear is her yelling at me, but why fear.

What is she fearing? 

“You know what Jordan, dinners over. Lets just all go to bed”. My father groaned scratching the back of his neck. 

“I agree”. My mother said plainly, as she stood up from her seat. Brushed off the crinkles of her formal dress, my father took her small hands in his.

“Goodnight”. My mother exclaimed, calmly. Holding onto the hand of my father, as they left the dining room.

“Yeah. Goodnight”. I exclaimed in disappointment. 

As the light in the room dimmed and swallowed me into the darkness. I could see nothing but pitch-black, and the sound of my mind rushing me with questions. But I knew I couldn’t get the answers, causing my head to pound in pain. Ugh! A headache again. 

I stood up from the dark room, and felt my way to the light switch. I flicked the lights on, and searched through the medicine cabinet above the stove. God where is it! My head feels like its being pounded by a hammer, while being set on fire. Its so annoying how randomly is comes up.

My mom says it because I fell off my bike when I was little, but I couldn’t remember. I must have knocked myself off pretty hard, because now I need to take medicates.

I finally found the container, and quickly spun off the top. To pour out a red with a white bottom pill in my hand. But I just stare at the colored pill, with sadness.

I wish this pills could take away the pain in my chest.

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