The Boy I Knew

She Did What??

Back to Camille's P.O.V.

We walk through the front door. We can immediately hear Jeff and Spike in the kitchen.

"Those motherfuckers are eating my whole kitchen, I guarantee you." PJ says as he takes his shoes off and walks up the step into the living room. I take my shoes off and follow him. I cannot even believe what just happened. Melanie better hope I don't see her anytime soon, I'm not going to put up with this shit. As we walk through the house it seems so empty without Madison. Jeff and Spike are having a conversation in the kitchen. You can hear the intermittent sound of silverware clinking.

"Hey PJ who else should we- Holy fuck! What the hell happened to you!?" Jeff started to ask PJ a question pertaining to their conversation, but was immediately distracted when PJ walked in and they saw his blood soaked shirt and face. PJ takes his aviators off. He reaches into his pocket and grabs his keys, throwing them and his sunglasses onto the kitchen counter.

"Damn dude what the hell?" Spike adds, in just as much shock as Jeff. PJ immediately walks to the cabinet where he keeps some of the liquor he uses to stock the bar upstairs and grabs a bottle of Jack Daniels.

"Take one guess...." PJ says as he cracks the bottle open and takes a few big gulps. The guys look at PJ, thinking. All the sudden Jeff drops his fork on his plate of eggo waffles.

"No way did you get the shit kicked out of you by Melanie?" He says with a mouthful of waffles. Spike's jaw drops, a slight smile with it as he looks at Jeff, then at PJ. PJ is still chugging the Jack. Ever seen someone chug liquor before? Because PJ does....He finally stops and looks at Jeff and Spike, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand that is still holding the bottle, saying nothing. They both burst out into obnoxious laughter.

"Holy shit no way!! She punched you in the face!?" Jeff gets out through his laughter.

"Yeah I'm fucking glad you guys can get a laugh out of it. My fucking nose is broken, I have a black eye, our wrap party is tonight, and I'm gonna have a shit ton of press interviews with the movie coming out. Not to mention the private screening AND the red carpet premiere." PJ rambles, taking another long pull off of the bottle.

"Dude PJ you hurt yourself for a living it's not like people will be shocked that you have a black eye." Jeff explains, shoving more waffle into his mouth.

"Yeah they totally won't guess that you got your shit rocked by your psycho ex-wife." Spike adds. He has such dry humor but he's hilarious. I'm having a hard time laughing at this situation though. I'm so pissed at Melanie. The guys keep laughing and PJ finally puts the cap back on the bottle.

"So why did she hit you?" Spike asks.

"I overslept and was late getting Madison over to her. She hardly let me in the house. Kept stepping in front of me and shoving me. It pissed me off so I tried to walk passed her and next thing I know, boom, she fuckin broke my nose."

"Damn." Jeff and Spike both say.

"Anyway I'm gonna go change my shirt." PJ says, turning around to walk out of the kitchen. After a few minutes I decide to go up and change out of the clothes I slept in. I go upstairs and walk into the bedroom. PJ has his back turned towards the door, facing his night stand. I see him pop something in his mouth and chase it with a glass of water he had on the night stand. He opens up his night stand drawer and tosses something in it that sounds like pills rattling in a bottle. Soon he turns around and is jolted by my presence.

"Jesus, Camille!" He yells, a hand on his chest. 

"I'm sorry!" I say, walking up to him and putting one hand on his chest and the other on the back of his neck to calm him down.