Working With The Rockstar - JH

Chapter 102

Jaden pov

"Jaden." I groaned as I felt someone shake me lightly.

"Go away, it's early." I mumbled, pushing the body away from me slightly.

"Come on baby, we've gotta get ready to go soon." She laughed as I groaned again, before I realised.

"Hang on." I mumbled to myself, suddenly finding the energy to push myself up. "Liza?" I questioned, not trusting my eyes as she was sat on my lap, trying to wake me up.

"Hi pretty boy." She smiled as her hands reached around the back of my head to play with my hair.

"Wha- I- how? Y-you're dead." I placed my hands on her cheeks before touching all over her to make sure she was real.

"Jaden, baby, I'm real." She assured as she held my hands against her cheeks, nuzzling the side of her face against my palms.

"Oh my god." I whispered, feeling the tears fall down my face as she kissed me. "You're real." She giggled softly as she ran her fingers under my eyes and nodding along.

"Oh, and one more thing." She leaned in pressed her lips to my ear lobe before whispering in my ear.

"Wake up Jaden."

I shot up in the bed. My breathing was heavy and I felt hot, and my head felt like it was going to explode. Not only that, but my stomach felt like it was about to turn itself inside out.

My mind couldn't deal with everything at once and I felt like I was going to throw up. I made my way out of the bed and quickly went to the bathroom. I had made it just in time for my stomach to actually empty itself.

I groaned as the taste of pure alcohol was left on my tongue. I didn't drink that much at the wake yesterday. After finding the energy to stand up, I went to brush my teeth and decided to take a shower. I smelt like sweat and alcohol and I hated it.

I stripped off all my clothes and dumped them on the floor, climbing into the shower. I had to resist my eye roll as I saw a tub of Liza's body cream sat on one of the shelves. I can't go anywhere in this house without being reminded of her.

I quickly wash my hair and body, just wanting to get dressed and leave this place again. I don't like being here. I can feel her presence, but I know she's not here.

I jumped out of the shower and wrapped a towel around my waist, using a smaller on to dry my face and hair. I went to make my way out of the bathroom and into my closet, but I slowly realised that I wasn't in my room.

"Jesus. How much did I fucking drink last night?" I mumbled to myself, making my way down to the hall.

I walked into my room and nearly shat myself when I saw Landon stood in the middle of the room holding a black bag. I had to hold my towel to make sure it didn't fall from my sudden jolting back when I saw him. He jumped as well from my mild shouting of surprise and turned around, giving me a weird look.

"How the fuck are you standing right now?" He asked, dropping the bag to his side.

"Uhm, with my brain? I don't really know what you want me to say to that." I half laughed, tightening the towel around my waist and making my way into my closet.

"What the-"

"Sorry, can we have this conversation when I'm not naked? I feel like it will be easier to talk to you when I'm not thinking about accidentally flashing you." I cut him off, making him nod which allowed me to shut the door.

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"When was the last time you ate?" He asked as we were now good on the kitchen. I was now dressed in a pair of jeans and a baggy t-shirt.

"Last night?" I answered, more like a question because I had no idea why he was asking.

"I find that hard to believe." He scoffed.

"Woah, where's that coming from?" I asked, feeling the aggression behind his statement.

"What day do you think yesterday was?" He asked, crossing his arms over his chest.

"Yesterday was Liza's funeral." I stated, subconsciously mirroring his movements.

"Jaden, Liza's funeral was nearly nine days ago." He retorted, making my eyes widen. Wait what?

"Stop trying to play games with me. We buried her yesterday." I laughed off, not believing him.

"Take off your shirt."

"No wha-"

"Jaden, just take off your fucking shirt." He interrupted.

I reluctantly agreed, and took my shirt off, dumping it on the side. I hit my arms down against my sides as I waited for him to explain why he wanted me to do it.

"Just, go and look in the mirror." He sighed.

I resisted an eye roll as I made my way to my big mirror in the living room. As soon as I looked in it, I saw what he was talking about. I was skinny. I mean I'm skinny anyway, but this was ridiculous. Standing normally, I could see my rib cage, defined.

"How the fuck have I missed over a whole weeks worth of life?" I asked, seemingly to myself, but I know he heard it.

"Seventy five bottles of beer, two bottles of whiskey, and one bottle of vodka. That's how you did it. You drank, and drank, and drank." He answered, making me swallow hard.

I know this is partly my fault, but why didn't anyone try and find me sooner?

"Great." I shrugged, not really finding an ounce of care in me.

"Really? Is that all you have to say? Great? You look fucking unhealthy Jaden. You need food." He ranted.

"What do you want me to say? I know I look unhealthy, I can see I look unhealthy. I'll eat later. I feel fine and, other than my ribs, I look fine. I can put this weight I lost back on easily." I shrugged, walking over and putting my shirt back on.

"But-"

"Look, I know you're used to dealing with Liza. I saw firsthand how hard it was to help her manage her weight and make sure she was at a healthy weight. I know that. But I'm not her. I'm not insecure about my body. I don't struggle with the same things she did, so it's not going to be difficult to put it all back on." I assured as I grabbed a water bottle.

"So you'd sit here and eat until you're physically on the verge of throwing up if it meant you'd put weight back on?" He asked, not believing me.

"Yes, I would."

"That's our evening sorted then." He shrugged, walking out of the room, already looking at food menus on his phone.

Great.