Terror Dearest

Georgia

      Unpleasant heat churned my stomach while words I couldn't say burned and burbled in my throat. I couldn't tell if I were angry or disappointed...maybe a mix of so many that I went numb? Why were they kissing?
       I locked the door to my bedroom so I could think—stew over what I saw not even three minutes ago. My best friend Lina and my own brother Jax were kissing...KISSING! I thump my head against the plaster wall, tangling my curls in the blinking fairy lights behind my head. Groaning, I tug my curls away from the surface and stand. I need to talk to them..one..I can't stomach an intervention..that neither of them will care about. Sighing I let out a low whine as salty tears maim my eyesight. I fumble for the doorknob and go to my upcoming drama brawl.
       The stairs look more daunting when I know a massive blowout is on the way. I step uneasily down the two flights of stairs and into the main living room; Jax is sitting on our frumpy couch playing video games per usual. Breathing as slowly as my racing heart will allow, I approach the couch and lean against the wall casually; my leg bumping viciously, giving my anxiety away.

"Jax, I need to talk to you." My mousy voice is hardly heard over the shooting in his game.

"What's up?" He replies without looking away.

I pause, unsure how I need to word this without tipping his rage. "I-" I stop and lose myself in my head again. Why are you dating Lina? That's a huge betrayal...screw you? Yeah okay Georgie. Maybe if I point out all of her serious mental issues he'll just break up with her himself?

"What Georgia?" Jax persists, a bit annoyed now.

My mouth opens and closes several times. This is it Georgie. You need to say it. Express your hurt. DO IT. "You shouldn't be seeing Lina." I push out.

Jax heaves a sigh. "Why?" He snips.

"Because she's a friend, she lives with us and it's wrong." I state, my anger pushing past the fear of Jax's meltdown.

Jax puts his controller down with a thud, giving me a glassy look. "It doesn't matter if she's your friend. We're the adults here, and you're just a kid."

I burst. "I'm sixteen years old! Lina was a close friend of mine! You slobbered all over her!"

Jax snickers at my comment. "Legally you're a child..who happens to be throwing a tantrum. I guess I'm going to be slobbering all over Lina now."

       Jax pushes me aside roughly and goes to the kitchen. Discomfort twists in my stomach again as temptations of slamming my fist into Jax's jawline intensify. He's so much bigger than I am...he'll easily overpower me. It would feel better to get a little slice of justice. With that empowering thought, I tug Jax back and slam my fist into his jawline.