soul ties - jiara

Chapter 8

JJ's POV

I look at Kiara and my heart aches. When she stormed off our little moment, I was immediately worried but when I saw Sarah rush into the bathroom I knew something was very wrong. I followed her and froze at the bathroom door. Kiara was sitting on the toilet seat completely hyperventilating, tears running down her cheeks. Her hands point at her chest frantically. After my brain tries to process the scene that was unfolding in front of me, I finally run toward her. I kneel in front of her, next to Sarah.

"Kie?" I ask her while placing my hand on her leg. I rub small circles, trying to provide her some sort of comfort. Even though I hated that idea, the immediate thing that comes to my mind is calling David. It was the most logical decision since he was her boyfriend, unfortunately, and was probably used to dealing with these types of situations. "I'll go get David," I state. They both scream for me to not do it. I'm confused. Don't tell me this guy has been dating her for a year and doesn't know how hard she is struggling. Sarah asks me to leave and it takes everything in me to go through with her request. All I can think about is hugging Kie. Trying to calm her down. If I could channel all her pain to me, I would. I get up and make my way into the leaving room. I grab a bottle of whiskey and a glass cup and sit on a chair far away from John B, Pope, Cleo, and that asshole. If looks could kill this guy would be in ashes, right now. Eventually, John B realizes Im drinking quite a lot and asks me discreetly:

"Hey, bro, are you okay?" he starts grabbing the bottle.

"Don't even think about taking this bottle from me right now." I threaten him. Before he can reply back Kie and Sarah enter the room. I fill my cup all over again and drink the liquid inside of it. Sarah announces that Kie is not feeling well and asks David to take her home. You could have asked me to take her home five minutes ago and I would have done it, already. Why does it have to be him? Because you broke her fucking heart. Intrusive thoughts float in my mind swiftly. Sarah and John B come up to me and grab me into the kitchen. Jonh B grabs the bottle and turns the whiskey into the sink. Cleo and Pope gather beside us.

"This, JJ." he shows me the bottle. "This isn't going to solve any of your shit."

"Neither is going to change what you just saw." Sarah adds.

"Man, you need to stop seriously." Pope warns me.

"Yeah, man." Cleo adds.

"So you all knew? You all knew about her struggling?" I ask them feeling betrayed.

"Yes, we all knew. But that isn't an excuse for you to act like this. She doesn't need this JJ. The last thing she needs is seeing you like this."

"If you want to help her, go talk to her. Listen to her. Make up for the time you lost." Sarah advises me.

"He doesn't know about any of this. Doesn't he?" I ask Sarah. She confirms my question. "That piece of shit."

"Promise, you'll stop, man. Please." Pope begs me.

"I'm sorry guys. For everything." I cry and they all hug me. My best friends have been here for me for the longest time. I think about Kie. I decide to stop being selfish and making up to her for these hard two years. Im going to talk to her, despite every feeling I feel, and make sure she knows I'm here for her. For everything. As a friend. As a safe place.

"You'll sleep here, today. You're on dickhead watch." John B informs me. Every time they can notice me slipping and getting close to relapsing they do this. I have to crash at one of their houses that night. So I do. I fall asleep in Sarah's and John B's spare room, after crying for a whole hour. I think I broke the person I most love. The person who has probably loved me most in the whole world. I couldn't stop thinking that I was the reason why Kie started having anxiety like that, all over again.