Delinquency

Chapter 27: Jake Johnson

Caelan

The pitiful truth is that I didn't know how to deal with my feelings, shît, I didn't even know that I could feel anything aside from anger and hate. I was raised to shove it all down to the darkest place of my soul and never let them out because my deadbeat father, Delios, didn't want a little bîtch of a son. His words, not mine.

Meanwhile, my mother was always withdrawn, either high on cocåine or drunk out with her fake socialite amigas. She would come home drunk and pass out by eight. I had always been feeling lonely and out of place growing up in such a big mansion. I might have had everything but I felt empty inside.

The day I saw Everleigh in that hotel room with my father was the first time I have ever felt something. I knew I was angry but looking back to it, the anger wasn't directly to her. I couldn't give a single shît to my parents' relationship because it has always been a messy trainwreck.

I was angry at my father because why is she with him? I knew I was ten, but she was the prettiest woman I have ever seen, and she didn't belong to him.

I had realized that I've been loving her in my own twisted way since I was ten. I wanted her for myself, but then I have grown to hate her because my father poisoned my mind, I believed him.

She has been trying to tell me the truth all this time and I have refused to listen, and that's my fault.

I grabbed another bottle of beer from the pack on my side and took the metal cap off with my teeth. I spat it out on the concrete ground of the English building's rooftop. The setting sun made the sky stupidly orange.

I grew up fighting out, drinking, and smoking my feelings away and it usually does the trick, but not this time. The first time that I ever cried was in front of the gate of Everleigh's house, and now it has been days I am still crying over her.

No matter what I do, nothing could ever fill the void and take away the pain in my chest. I was banned from coming to her house, the stupid real estate agent put a restraining order against me.

I was no longer going to classes, or doing that stupid fúcking soccer. I don't wanna do anything anymore.

I just wanted Everleigh to come back.

I tipped the bottle over my lips and drank the liquor like it's water. I finished it, before I stood up and headed down. I still have one hope of finding her.

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Tears pooled in my eyes again as I stood in front of the huge hospital where Tom works at. He is my last chance.

"Hey, I am looking for Dr. Hournéle." Sabi ko sa unang nurse na nakita ko dito sa emergency room. The security just let me through when he saw my bruised face.

Her nose scrunched up like she could smell the nasty alcohol off of me.

"Sir, ospital po ito hindi bar." She said and widened her eyes at the bottle I was holding.

"Shít, I'm sorry." I finished the alcohol and tossed it on the can nearby. "Now, have you seen Tom?"

Tiningnan lang ulit ako noong nurse, her eyes were wandering on my face, probably because of the untreated bruises and cuts I got from Timothy and the other students days ago.

"Sir, sa lagay ng mukha mo, mukhang kailangan niyong ma-admit dito sa E.R."

"No, I-I," I breathed in. "I just need to talk to him, please, I am begging you, Nurse. He knows where my girlfriend is."

"Okay pero dumudugo po at nakabuka ang mga sugat niyo. For sure ay nasa tabi-tabi lang 'yung jowa niyo—"

"NO!" I yelled at her and her eyes widened. Some of the patients nearby heard it and started to stare my way.