The Last Phone Call (#Wattys2014)

Chapter VII

Looking at his father and talking was much harder than I thought.

"I.. umm, I am fine, I  just came to talk to Jason", I couldn't look in his eyes. I didn't think I was ready to face whatever was there.

"Sorry but he is not at home. I will tell him you came when he is back". He said blankly, he wasn't pleased when I mentioned his younger son. I guess he still blames me for Max's death.

I nodded and stared a slow walk towards my home. This sucks I ran all the way here for nothing not to mention almost getting myself killed in a car accident. So much for finding answers I really have no luck I don't know where Jason is and where to look for him but most of all (now I can't even walk properly) what will I tell mom, Life is a strange thing indeed.

How long will it take for everything to return back to normal maybe never. How could the space for one person be filled. His habits, nature, his life, no nothing can replace it, not ever. Max do you know how hard it is for me to carry on living without regret.

I was almost near the end of the street when I saw Jason coming with some friends I didn't see him having before, he was talking and laughing with them.

When they caame nearer I saw who he was hanging out with. Kids his brother wouldn't have agreed him to be with, the bad kind like drugs and smoking.

I called out loud enough for him to hear "Hey Jason I wanna talk to you".

He spotted me and he left his friends walking in a lazy pace, as soon as the last steps were taken his punch connected with my face making a smacking sound. My face turned to the right side from the impact.

What just happened for a minute here. I for one was not expecting that, two even if the punch was not damaging the reason behind it was enough. In my heart I knew he hated me even before his brothers death. We just couldn't get along.

Before another one of his punches could land on my pretty face I blocked it with my right hand. Holding him their with my strength neither was budging from the force nor was he willing to back off.

I couldn't see his face, his hairs were covering his eyes like a shadow veil . So I couldn't tell what expression he had.

"No matter how much you hate me it wont bring your brother back and neither would those new friends of yours. Do you think your brother would have liked you to hang with those kind if people."

"You have no right to tell me what I should do and what not, your the last person whose advice I will ever listen to. You should only be concerned  with yourself". He stood straight trying to hold back whatever else he wanted to say.

"I am not here to tell you what to do and what not. Its your life you can do whatever you want. I just thought of reminding you that the person you loved wouldn't have wanted this for you".

He laughed with pain in his voice "It's your fault he is dead in the first place. If you had made it on time this would have never happened". He was getting angrier and by the smell of it he was a bit of drunk.

Angry and drunk not a good combination. I said trying to keep my cool "Your accusing me. How many times are going to say the samething before your satisfied. I did everything that was in my power to save your brother. I don't think your sensensible enough to talk right now". I said looking at his wobbly figure.

"No need to pretended that you care about me. This is your way of justifying your actions to simply move on in life. You dont care what happens to those with whom he shared the same blood. Your simply in denial of truth. Then tell me why was there no body where did it disappeared to. Let me tell you what really happened you killed him and hid him, thats why there is no proof. I knew you had brain problems, you were jealous of my brother's reputation and success. He was always better than you" he said the last sentence in slowly by jabbing his index finger at my chest".

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