𝙁𝘼𝘾𝘼𝘿𝙀 (𝐚 𝐭𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲)

¦Chapter 22¦

~ Jason ~

I got into the car with Christian and the drive home begin. Christian was too quiet for my likeness. He hasn't said a word since we left the school compound.

"What is it?" I had to ask him. His silence was deafening and honestly, I hate it. I expected to at least hear about the things that happened at the event.

"That I helped to stop the fight doesn't mean that I'm not angry at you." He said to me without looking at my way.

"They started it," I said with a small frown finding it way to my face.

Why was he angry? What was my fault in what happened?

"I'm not talking about that. I'm talking about this morning." He brought the subject about my mother and my brows furrowed deeply. I didn't expect him to bring that up after hours has passed.

"I already promise to buy you a new phone if that one gets damaged," I said, hoping that was the main reason he was angry rather than the fact that I talked rudely to my mother.

He scoffed angrily. "Who care about a new phone? I'm referring to how you spoke to your mother rudely this morning. She doesn't deserve that. She is still your mother."

"Unfortunately," I retorted and I saw the driver looks at my direction through the rear mirror. I didn't mind him.

"Jason," Christian frowned. "For God's sake, what is your problem? You are supposed to be happy and grateful." He said. "You have everything you want because of her. I am here because of her."

"I don't want to talk about my mother." I huffed, looking away. It seem he wasn't ready to drop the topic anytime soon and it makes me angry.

Why can't they understand that I hate talking about this?

"Jason." I heard Christian call my name.

Without looking at his way, I responded. "I mean it," And that worked because he finally stopped talking.

He was quiet all through the ride. Too quiet. I missed his talking. I had thought he would fill me in on the event that happened today at school and the friends he made. But that is not the case right now. He is angry at me and because of that, he stayed quiet.

I let out a deep sigh. My life couldn't get any worst.

When we finally got home, Christian was the first to come out of the car.

"Christian," I called him. He stopped but didn't turn around to acknowledge me which hurt like hell. I hate when Christian is mad at me. It rarely occurs but when it does, I feel like I'm in hell. "I'm sorry okay? I just don't want to talk about it."

"You never want to talk about her." He said turning around to look at me. "She is your mother, dude. You can't erase that." He said with a shake of his head then he walked away.

Angrily, I kicked the car in front of me.

They don't understand. They never understand how I feel.

I wish that he can.

I suddenly felt lonely. On other days, I'll want solitude to be my friend and to fill the emptiness but now I needs someone. I needs someone that won't have to question me. A friend that would just sit with me and we will communicate in silence. Someone who understands me.

I guess I always wanted that person but I never admit it and I finds it in solitude.

My life is such a mess.

My eyes shut close to swallow the bitterness that I was feeling at the moment. And suddenly, I remember Laila's hand on mine today.

I felt this calmness, peace that I hadn't felt in forever.