Working With The Rockstar - JH

Chapter 101

Landon pov

I knew this was going to happen. It's been a week since Liza's funeral and no one has heard from Jaden. I could tell he was going to fall off the rails the moment he found out her funeral was open coffin. I wanted to warn him beforehand, but both Colson and dad didn't want to risk him not coming if he didn't agree with that idea. When he was there he had no choice but to stay, but if he had known in advance he would've had more of a time to make a decision. He needed to let her go.

I sighed as I opened up the door to his house. I could already smell the alcohol coming out from his room. I knew when he asked me to take Juice for a bit that it should have been my first sign. I made my way up the stairs and just as I got outside his room I heard a bottle smash.

I opened the door slowly, in case he had a second bottle he wanted throw in my direction. Once the door was open fully, I saw no sign of him. That was until he sat up properly and on the edge of his bed I could just see a mess of fluffy black hair. I watched as he ripped his head back and poured a hefty swig of vodka down his throat.

"Jaden?" I asked, knowing he wasn't aware that I was here as I started to make my way around to him.

He looked completely out of it. I could tell he hasn't been sober for ages and judging by the amount of smashed glass there is everywhere, he hasn't moved. The room was near on pitch black, so I knew if I turned on any lights I would really hurt his eyes.

"Jaden?" I clicked my fingers in front of his face to see if he'd even be able to register what was going on.

"Hm?" Okay, at least he's with me.

"I think you should put this down." I suggested, crouching down in front of him and tapping the vodka bottle in his hands.

"I don't." He rasped out. "I think it's helping quite well." He shrugged as he took another sip of it, flinching slightly as he swallowed it.

"You and I both know it's only a temporary fix. Put the bottle down Jaden. You need to go to slee-"

"I can't fucking sleep. I've tried. I took fucking pills to make me fall asleep. Look, I even downed a whole bottle of fucking melatonin and it still doesn't fucking work. She's not fucking here." I was now in a situation where I was torn with what to do.

If I wasn't careful, I could say or do something wrong that'll set him off, but with his current state I don't know wether he'll cause more damage to himself or me. But on the other hand if I'm too careful, he might end up doing something that's going to have severe consequences.

There are so many things I need to get him to do, but sleep is one of the most important ones. He also needs food, and he needs to throw up the alcohol, but with the lack of sleep, I can't risk him spending more energy on throwing up. Once he's slept things will be a lot easier to deal with, and then maybe I can get him in the shower as well. He's still in the outfit he wore to the fucking funeral.

"Well, there was a long time in your life where you weren't with Liza. How did you sleep then?"

"It doesn't fucking work. I've always been sleeping with someone." He muttered out. For fuck sake.

"I'll sleep with you then." I shrugged. If it'll work, then it's worth it.

He was completely zoned out by this point. I'm pretty sure that he'd be able to fall asleep just knowing there was someone else in the room with him right now. He can sleep, he's just forcing himself not to.

I couldn't risk him falling asleep here and accidentally laying on the glass, but I also couldn't have him sleep in here because it needs to be cleaned. For someone who seemed to be right on the verge of fighting me a couple of minutes ago, he didn't put up much of a fight when I took the bottle away from him.

I grabbed his hand, and to my surprise he put up no protest in letting me guide him out of the room. Luckily he had shoes on, so I didn't have to worry about making a glass-free path for him. I directed us down the hall to his guest room, which proved to be a lot harder than getting out of the room. Not only could he now not see due to the light change, but that also impacted his ability to walk right behind even with my hand holding his arm.

"Jesus." I mumbled as I felt him knock into me and fall onto the floor. "No, you can't sleep here. Come on, it's just a little further." I grabbed his arm and pulled him back up.

"My head hurts." He half whined as he continued to stumble down the hall.

"I wonder fucking why." I mumbled, kicking open the door.

I directed him over to the bed, to which he pretty much fell onto it. I made sure the he was laying on his side in case he threw up in his sleep and I also took his shoes and belt off so he was slightly more comfortable. He fell asleep pretty much straight away, telling me he was tired, he was just forcing himself awake because he either, didn't want to sleep or, was scared to fall asleep.

I slowly started to make my way out of the room, trying to make sure that he was asleep, but also so that he wouldn't wake up from the fast movement.

Now it's time to clean that room.