Barriers Ch. 02-1 by ThingsYouWouldBelieve
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I just stood there as Jon kissed me with no real reaction and he sucked on my lips like a vaccum. He didn’t invade my mouth because he knew better. He just worked on my lips for a good 30 seconds before finally pulling off.
“God you’re so fucking cute Jason. I’m sorry if I stepped over the line but I just couldn’t help myself after not seeing you in person for so long.” He turned around, put his arms behind his head and looked up at the noon sky.
I was still just standing there, trying to process my first kiss. It was nice, but it certainly wasn’t what I expected.
“I…uh…”
“Yeah I’m pretty great I know.”
That comment snapped me back to reality. “What the actual fuck Jon? Why are you so infatuated with me? You were fucking 3 girls last year while you were trying to get into my pants. What happened to them?” My blood boiled at his arrogance.
“How did you find out?”
“Jenna really fucking hates you if you haven’t caught on yet. She doesn’t trust you and she lets me know what you’re doing when you aren’t putting on this act for me.”
“You still think it’s an act? Christ man you have some real demons down there.” He turned back around and came closer to me, he picked up my chin and stared directly into my eyes. “Sorry again if you think this is some act to get into your pants but it’s not. It’s been well over half a year since I first took you out. If I was looking for a fuck I would of just hit up one of the sluts in my phone, in fact I did for a while but nowadays I’m just looking to get to know myself before we all move off to college”
I slapped his hand away and walked up the steps to my house. “Oh so I’m just some experiment to you? Fuck off.”
“Poor wording sorry what I mean is…”
“No Jon fuck off I’m not some fucking toy that you can experiment your sexuality on.” I was on the verge of shouting at this point. “Get out of here and don’t fucking talk to me ever again, whatever shitty experiment you tried on me has clearly failed. Maybe you can go find some stupid closeted nerd to use.”
“Jason hold on…”
I slammed the door and that was that.
My head was spinning from the rage. I walked over to my kitchen to take a seat. As soon as I sat down I saw an envelope with my name on it. As I mentioned my parents were never around as they had some multi-million dollar business to take care of all over the world. Something about insurance and investing, I never really paid attention because they did the same to me. I opened the envelope and started to read the letter enclosed.
“Hey Champ,
We’re off to Texas for the next two weeks so we’ll be missing your birthday. Sorry for the inconvenience we hope that the money enclosed will make up for it. Have a party while we’re away and just call the Housekeeper the next day. We trust you.
Mom and Dad”
I rolled my eyes. Why would they be here for my 18th birthday on Friday? When have they ever been here for anything? I opened the envelope wide and found the check they left. They left me a grand. This was par for the course really. I could have anything I wanted if I asked except for the one thing I ever wanted from them. My home was hardly broken, my parents just thought that making money for our future was more valuable than raising me. I had several nannies when I was growing up and they were always cold and unfeeling. Just stupid bitches coming to do their job every day and leaving at night. That stopped around 8th grade when I could “take care of myself” as my parents said. After that there was just some housekeeper that came by while I was at school every other day. I’ve grown to accept their decisions because of how little say I had in them, it was just pure shit however. I folded the check into my wallet and walked over to the liquor cabinet.
Dad restocked the cabinet before he left again. I have no idea why he does this when I drink 80% of it myself but I’m not one to complain. I pulled out some grey goose vodka and poured a shot to calm my nerves. Everything was shit as usual and I genuinely didn’t know any other way to cope except drink. Jenna was dating the guy that made my childhood a living hell, Jon drove me insane with his motives and to top it all off my parents still didn’t understand how little money matters to me if I could just have a nice meal with them. I texted Jenna what happened with Jon, took another shot, picked up my keys and headed for my Lexus. Might as well get some food before I shut down completely.
The town of Astrin wasn’t a small hick town like you normally see in the middle of Pennsylvania. We had Plainvell road with everything you could possibly want on it. There was a large park on one end and an even bigger shopping center on the other, with random assorted shops and restaurants in between. The chipotle was in the shopping center so it was about a 10 minute drive. I parked near the front so I didn’t have to walk very far. The mission was grab a burrito and head home. After years of alcoholism combined with a shitty diet led me to knowing how to control my movements and speech while drunk, at least I thought so. I wasn’t that drunk right now honestly, it was only 2 shots so interacting with the Chipotle workers wasn’t that much of a struggle.
Somewhere between picking up my food and walking to my car I decided it was too far for my stomach so I found a bench and ate my proportionally large lunch. I hated eating honestly, it’s why I was so thin. I didn’t take care of myself in any way shape or form but between the cigarettes curbing my appetite and the booze knocking me out I just didn’t care to feed myself very much. Sitting down for a meal by myself was something I dreaded heavily because it was my worst nightmare, me alone with my thoughts. Today my thoughts were primarily occupied by Jon. What an asshole he was. Jenna warned me about anything and everything Jon did to deter me away from him, and she ended up being right. I don’t know why I didn’t listen and let him play with my mind. I regretted giving him any form of attention, now I’ll always have to remember that he was my first kiss.
Halfway through the burrito I felt disgusting and threw out the rest. It was a combination of my thoughts, the food and the vodka and I knew I couldn’t eat anymore. I glanced at my phone for the time, “2:15”. Jenna would be out of class soon and probably stop by to make sure I hadn’t killed myself so I should probably head home. I probably had time for another drink if I hurried up.
Another ten minutes later I got home safe, I drive buzzed more than I would like to admit so I’ve gotten really good at it. The key is to take things slow so you have time to make small reactions. I threw my keys on the table by the door and walked back into the kitchen. My house was pretty big for the area. Ground floor consisted of a living room, dining room and kitchen like I imagine every other house of this size.