Resistance • l.h.

Sixteen

Being around Jocelyn and having to act like I didn't know a thing was one of the most repulsive things I have ever had to do.

She continued to leave at night, claiming that it was for "work." I wanted to throw up at the truth.

Luke didn't ever question it because he was too busy working from his room like he always does, oblivious to know if his wife was being honest or not.

Everything that had been happening lately finally starting taking its toll on me. Jocelyn's cheating, Luke's...attraction for me, my growing desire for him, and the fact that I felt absolutely alone killed me. I'd stay in my room for hours, just lying in bed and tried to prevent myself from crying. Because if I did, I knew I couldn't stop.

Get your shit together. I told myself. I was leaving for Chicago tonight.

I was lying in bed with my headphones in, drumming my fingers on the journal in front of me. All Time Low was blasting through the speakers as I drew a cactus next to the polar bear, which was above a gigantic pokeball. I grinned at the picture in front of me. I get too easily amused at times.

My relaxing mood was disrupted once again by vulgar words coming from-guess who- Jocelyn. The only difference this time was that their bedroom door was wide open, and I could hear every single word that was said.

"It's your fault, Luke. You're a selfish bastard!"

I yanked out my earphones and huffed, rubbing my eyes with a hand. Today was the first day in weeks that Jocelyn was home all day. And of course, it was spent fighting with her husband.

"It's not my fault! What am I supposed to do about it? " His voice boomed, clearly embarrassed.

I grew more confused by the minute, but kept listening closely.

"We could always try what the doctor suggested. Why are you so stubborn?"

"I'm not taking some damn pills so I can get hard."

I nearly choked on air. They're fighting because my mother thinks that he can't get an erection? Are you kidding me?

I blushed deeply, thinking back to when I hid in his closet. Oh, if only she knew how wrong she was. I heard my mother let out a very frustrated sigh. "What about me? Hm? Don't you ever think about how this makes me feel? We haven't even touched each other in months!"

I felt both sick and relieved that Luke and Jocelyn haven't done anything for so long. Sick because that means Luke has been thinking a certain way about me for longer than I thought. Relieved because I wanted Luke all to myself, no matter how wrong it sounded.

I heard Luke snort. "And you call me the selfish one."

Jesus Christ.

I couldn't hear it anymore. I walked out the door and watched the setting sky, which seemed to take forever. I prayed that they would be done fighting once I came back in.

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