Left In The Dark

I tried to tell John that it wasn’t Jordan’s fault hat Nick fell in the lake but he didn’t want to hear it. “I have to go,” he said abruptly. I tried to get him to talk about what happened but he told me to mind my own business.

“But you came here!” I yelled after him. “You involved me when I asked you not to!”

There was no point; he was already in his car.

****

I was laying on the couch watching “Henry Rollins: Live at Luna Park”, when I heard the front door open.

“Anna?” Jordan called out as he walked through the kitchen. “Hey!” He sounded surprised to see me. “Did you and Josh have a fight?”

I shook my head, “No he has plans with his friends.”

“Oh,” he leaned over the back of the couch and stared down at me. “So you are mine tonight?”

Laughing, I told him I guess I was. “If you didn’t have plans already.”

He told me he didn’t, “I was just going to do exactly what you are doing right now. After I shower of course.”

“Of course,” I repeated as he disappeared down the hallway.

About 20 minutes later, Jordan jumped over the back of the couch and settled down behind me, his arm around my waist. We didn’t speak much as we watched the remaining half hour of Henry Rollin’s stand up act. “God, I love that guy!” I exclaimed when the credits started to roll.

“Yeah,” Jordan agreed but he seemed to be a little distracted by something.

I glanced over my shoulder, “Is everything ok back there?”

He started to nod but changed his mind and shook his head, “No.” He frowned, “We need to talk about something Anna.”

“Oh?” I frowned, he sounded too serious for this to be a good thing. “Did I do something wrong?” He didn’t say anything. “Jordy?” I moved around until I was face to face with him. “What did I do?”

“You didn’t do anything Anna,” Jordan’s tone seemed sarcastic. “It’s not always about you, you know.”

I moved back from him as much as I could without falling off the couch, “What is that supposed to mean?”

He groaned, “Nothing. I didn’t mean anything.”

“Then why did you say it?”

“Why do you always assume everything is about you? Why do you have to get involved? Why can’t you just keep your mouth shut for once?”

I stared at him, “What are you upset about Jordan?”

“My father came to the shop today.”

“Oh,” I looked away from him. I knew that I might have stepped over the line earlier with John but I was tired of all the bs. I was tired of John treating Jordan like crap. “I’m sorry,” I told him.

“You should be,” he snapped.

“Jordan, I can…where are you going?” I watched as he pushed himself up and slipped back over the back of the couch.

“Out,” he mumbled as he disappeared down the hallway into his room.

Shortly after he came out, he had changed into a pair of blue jeans and a white shirt. He walked past the living room without even glancing in. I heard the front door open and then I heard footsteps as they quickly came back through the kitchen.

“He’s my father Anna, not yours! You can’t make everything better, we will never be one big happy family,” he glared at me. “You will never be one of us.”

Before I could say anything, he stomped out the door, slamming it behind him.

I sat there in the dark, wondering what he meant by that.

I thought you wanted to talk!