The Girl's A Straight-Up Hustler (Jardougall)

6- Yeah Fuck Feelings

I couldn't take it anymore. Jordan kept asking what was going on with me and Jenna, but I was sick of it. Sick of listening to him asking if we were a thing.

"For the last time: no!" I yelled. He raised his hands in defense and then my phone started ringing. He gave me a look so I pulled my phone out of my back pocket. Jenna. "Hello?"

"Hey," she dragged out. "How're you?"

"I'm...good? How're you?"

"How am I? I'm...well I feel like shit." She laughed, loud. "I feel whiskey pumping through my veins, Tay... It, um, it hurts... ow..."

"Jenna, where are you?"

"I'm...I'm at home. Where are you? I can't...I can't stand up... Everything hurts... But I just... I want to keep drinking..."

"Do not keep drinking. Just, um...sit down."

"I am sitting. I- ow, ow... No, no, not standing. Never...no, ow, that hurts."

My heart was kind of hurting at Jenna's pain. I didn't know why she drank so much, but it was worrying me.

"I'll be there soon," I said. "I don't know what I can do, but I'll help as best as I can."

"O-okay...I'll just, um, be here... There's vodka on the counter and I want to drink that, too..."

"Jenna, please don't. I...I'll stay on the phone with you, if I have to." I pulled my phone down for a second and looked to Jordan for help. "Can you drive me to Jenna's house?"

He nodded with a concerned look and hurried up to grab his keys. Jenna was slurring her words on the other end of the line.

"Did you leave?" she slurred. "I don't... everyone keeps leaving..."

"I'm still here, Jen," I assured. Jordan and I headed out the door as quickly as we could. "I'm not gonna leave you."

She was crying on the phone now. We were already in the car and driving. Her sadness grabbed at my chest. I just wanted her to be happy.

"We're almost there, Jen. How're you doing?"

Pause. "I have to pee."

"I'll...help or something when I get there."

"I don't need help peeing. I'm not five."

"You need help getting up, Jenna."

"Fine. When are you gonna be here?"

Jordan pulled his car into the driveway of a large house. It seemed like two stories, but I wasn't quite sure. It looked like a very large house, well-kept with a path leading to the backyard.

"I think we're here," I said. "Thank you, Jordan."

He nodded. "Do you want me to stay here?"

I shook my head. "I'll call you."

"Alright. Be safe."

"Of course." I climbed out and closed the car door, walking up to the front door as Jordan pulled alway. "Jenna?"

"Hmm?" she hummed.

"Is your door unlocked?"

"Oh... Yes."

I tried the door handle, having the door open immediately. I hung up my phone and hurried to the kitchen. The light was on.

Jenna was slumped against the counter on the floor with an empty bottle in her hand. She looked up at me with a sad expression, so I ran to her side.