You Were Worth The Wait | Jelix

Chapter 8 - Reasoning with Jack

The whole 'reasoning with Jack' thing wasn't going that well. In all honestly, it was going terribly. He wouldn't listen to me, he was too angry to even think about the words that were coming out of his mouth.He was mad at me because I welcomed Marzia back into my life, when he wanted me to do the opposite and tell her to go away.

"Jack, listen-"

"I don't want to listen to what you have to say Felix, I've heard enough. I can't believe you! Becoming friends with somebody who used to like you! Scrap the used, she probably still does. She's probably doing this to try and sabotage our relationship and take you away from me."

"Jack, you know, deep down in your heart, that Marzia would NEVER do something like that. Ever. Even if that is the case, and she does still like me, I'm pretty sure she just genuinely wants to be friends again. I don't think she's doing it to get with me or some shit like that." He didn't seem all too convinced. He stood there staring at me with eyes full of fury. I was certain that any minute now he would drive down to Marzia's house and have a go at her for contacting me.

"She's doing this to be evil. She knows that her sweet, innocent girl demeanour and appearance will throw you off and make you believe that she wouldn't do such a thing, when really she can't wait to get in the way of what we have. I don't want her to take you from me! I don't want her to have with you what I have with you right now. She's ruining everything! You shouldn't have become friends with her again!"

Jack had always been the jealous type. And that's not even in relationships, that's with family and friends. He wasn't overly jealous to the point where he was a toxic person. It was just that every now and again something would happen, he'd feel left out or pushed away and he would take it out on everybody.

"But that won't happen. I would NEVER be with Marzia. I love you, my heart belongs to you. I wouldn't let her just steal me. That isn't even her intention anyway. Her intention is to fix our broken bond. She's correcting herself, righting her wrongs. Is she not allowed to do that?" He stared at the floor, his voice and look in his eyes as cold as ever.

"She's a bitch and I fucking hate her. I don't want you being friends with her." I started to get mad.  I was trying my hardest not to, because I didn't want to have an argument with Jack. In the many years we had known eachother, we'd only had a few arguments. I didn't want to have another one, not at that moment in time.

"You can't control who I'm friends with, wether you like it or not."

"Well I can sure as hell try."

"But it's not gonna work, so give up. Marzia is my friend again now, and you're just going to have to deal with it, ok? You don't have to like her but you can at least respect the fact that she's in my life again now and I don't want you constantly talking shit about her." He shook his head and laughed quietly.

"You are such a fucking idiot. Do you want to be taken away from me? Do you really want that?" My heart sank a little bit when he called me an idiot. Jack had never insulted me before. That time it sounded like he meant it.

"No. Why the fuck would I want to be taken away from you? Especially by Marzia? Are you insane?!" I accidentally raised my voice at the end of my sentence. He immediately shut up and he didn't say anything else. The anger that was in his eyes was replaced with fear.

"I want to be friends with her. I miss her. She was my best friend until all this crazy shit happened. I want her in my life again. So just stand back and fucking deal with it." He still didn't say anything. I kind of expected him to retaliate. But he just stood there, his eyes glued to the floor. After about 10 seconds of standing still in complete silence, he began walking towards the front door.

"Where do you think you're going?" I asked.

"Out."

"I don't think you are. Come back." He ignored me and turned the door handle.

"Jack, get back here now." He opened the front door and stepped outside. He was about to walk away when I called him one more time.

"Seán, for fucks sake, get inside!" He stood still, like he previously was in the living room. He looked back at me, tears in his eyes. Immediately, I felt guilty. He then turned away, grabbed the door handle and slammed the front door shut, leaving me standing there in the living room on my own.