A messy Divorce

The air in the room stood still, nothing moved, even the plants held their breath. A low rumble from downstairs invaded the electrified silence as the air exchange came to life. The three occupants of the small, poorly furnished living room just stood there, tension running through every muscle of each. To an outsider this scene might look like a tableau; people frozen in postures to tell a story or relay a message; and even if they did think this the messages being conveyed would be the same. Hatred, confusion, fear and pain.

Jason could take it no longer. The bickering and petty squabbles, ever since 'she' came along. Sure it hadn't been so bad at first, kisses and cuddling were often and loving, but things started to become... too much. It was little things that grew until they were hideous monsters looming over their heads, choking their throats with tears. Now the only respite Jason could get from his crazy father, stuck up step-mom and whining baby sister was in his sweet heart, his shining star in the eternal darkness from which he could find no warmth without her, his loving girlfriend April. He'd get no help from her now.

This was his problem, a problem that wasn't his to deal with but required him to be there because of his relation to the problem. That's all it ever was, a problem, not a serious issue, not a trifle, just a problem.

"I can't stand it anymore!!" Jason screamed, "You can't just stay quiet and hope it goes away. Face up to what you've done, what you're doing, and not just to yourselves but to us."

The glass was shattered, now all the emotions could spill out unhindered by the silence.

"Now that is no way to talk to your mother, and I will not stand a piss nosed brat talking to me like that. Especially not in that tone of voice." Jason's father George started to fume. "We did the best we could with a failing situation. Besides you wouldn't understand, you're just a child."

"Ho, this coming from the guy who can't even tie his own tie." Jason's mother Candice said." He may only be a child but at least he's man enough to face up to this problem in an adult fashion. Unlike you!" and with that she poked George in the chest.

"You little bitch!"

"Don't talk to her like that."

"And what are you going to do you snot nosed whanker? Call the cops? You going to do something about it?" he hit his chest aggressively, "Go on take a shot!" Jason just stared at his feet knowing well that the cops couldn't help them, they wouldn't touch one of their own. That's why George could get away with it. "Yeah that's what I thought, go cry to your mommy." George went to turn to leave but received a left to the face. Clutching where the blow had landed he said "Why you!" and pulled out his side arm. Without even thinking twice he turned off the safety and squeezed the trigger.