Desirable Lies

Jealous Heart

R rated content since the long wait <3

~John~

Against my better judgment, I returned to work. Katy assured me that it was important that we both resume our normal schedules. But as one week turns into two and Katy continues her descent into a woman I no longer recognize, I know I need to call in reinforcements.

There were a few days there that gave me hope she was getting better. She'd gone for a jog, had stopped by Kylie's to see the baby once, and had actually talked to the grief counselor I sent to the house. But as I arrive home from work tonight my heart shatters at what I find.

Katy is sitting on the balcony that extends from my office. Her skin is pale, and her expression hollow. She's merely a shell of the girl I fell in love with. Giant blue eyes are staring blankly at the ocean and she's taking huge sips of my bourbon straight from the bottle. And the way she no longer grimaces at the taste tells me that this is probably a regular occurrence. Fuck.

"Baby?" I ask, approaching her with caution.

Her head turns in my direction and she blinks several times. "I'm losing it, John."

I kneel down on the deck in front of her and cup her face in my hands. "Losing what, sweetness?"

"Everything. The sound of her voice. The way she smelled. How it felt when we were together..."

I sit there, speechless, holding her cheeks and watch her eyes fill with tears. Fuck, John, think.

She's completely fucking broken right now and I'm worried that the only one who'd know how to put her back together again is Angela, the best friend she loved without question. I'm terrified that I'm not enough, that my love will never be enough.

"I have to pee," she says after several seconds, then rises unsteadily to her feet.

I walk her to the bathroom, helping to keep her stable. "How much bourbon did you have?" That shit is strong. Strong enough to knock me on my ass after one small glass.

"Not enough," she says, her feet twisting beneath her. I grab around her waist, keeping her face from smacking against the floor. Dammit.

"I'll be right outside the door."

She nods and I close the door behind me. Standing in the hall, I get my cell phone from my pocket and dial Ben's number.

"I need your help."

"Katy?" he asks.

"Yeah. She's drunk off her ass. Drank a whole bunch of old bourbon. I'm scared and I don't know what to do."

"That shit's strong. Has she eaten?" he asks.

"No, I doubt it."

"I'm on it, bro. Just breathe. I'll be there soon."

Just as Ben makes it inside the house, the sky turns dark and a loud roar of thunder crashes in the distance. The rain will be here soon.

"Where is she?" he asks.

"The bedroom."

"What do you want me to do?" he asks.

"We need macaroni and cheese."

"You should have told me, I could have picked some up."

"No, we need to make it homemade."

"How do we do that?"

"I don't know. Google it, I suppose." He nods and heads into the kitchen.

"Bring it up when it's ready," I tell him, then head for the stairs.