Last_Mami-Bambi

Best I Never Had (day 4 of 5)

Jennette, Jacob's adopting mother, when she was young. (Pictured above)

"Alive. He's alive. The other one's alive too. They'll both be alright."

Jennette blast out a sigh of relief. "Thank you."

"No problem. And you can actually visit them today. Adym briefly, but Jacob all you want. At least until his surger-"

"Surgery?! For what?!!!" she said, face growing stern.

"A surgery -more of a treatment actually- to relieve him of some of the irritation from his alcohol poisoning. He had a BAC of .45, and he must've been blessed since he didn't die." The doctor said the last sentence surprised/ smart mouthed.

"What happened?"

"The pre mortem examiners concluded,... he was stressed. Evident from pressure, and signs of overwork in the retina and bloodshot nerves, in addition to a stressed lacrimal apparati or tear ducts. Basically buckets of tears. And he turned to alcohol. Evident from his BAC, appearance, and the fact he's laying in the bed now for alcohol poisoning. Then he unfortunately mixed types -grain and fermented- and got drunk beyond imagination. Plus he was taking pills."

Jannette gasped. Holding back a river of tears, as she told the doctor: "Go on." with a very wobbly voice.

"The examiners found high amounts of a combination of Oxygen, Carbon, Nitrogen, Hydrogen which makes Methylenedioxymethamphetamine known as MDMA or Molly, and a combination of Carbon, Hydrogen, Nitrogen, and Chlorine which makes-"

Jennette cut him off, her voice evident she was an angry type of sad. "I already know about his use of Xanax. But I thought he was clean!?!!"

Since Jacob was never in a steady home -on and off in adopters' houses- he was a victim of peer pressure in the orphanage. A rough nail to the hand had just been dropped off. The boy's name was Matty. Matty's mother was a good mother for the first 14 years Matty had been alive, but things took a turn for the worst when she lost her job. She'd turned to kiosks, and petty mall jobs, but got laid off. Then threw out all her fucks, and became a prostitute. After being used to transport drugs -heroine and crack- she began to "use her own supply". A big mistake in the game of drugs. She burned pre established bridges, and became a weak spot to her squad. Eventually she was dissed, and used her son to get drugs and drug money. The times had changed and people weren't as big on heroin and crack, so she just sent him out with the new drugs -Weed, Molly, Xanax, Percoset, Lean, etc. Matty did have a good mind when it came to chemicals, drugs, the like. So he tried a Xanax one day, and was hooked. You couldn't tell just looking at him -he always kept himself clean and neat. You could say he was a 'functioning Pill Popper'- but on the inside he was feigning for the feeling. Just before he was taken away, he'd stuck a small pill bottle in his butt before going to the orphanage. (JSYK: Yes, he is gay.) Jacob became good friends with him through the next year. Jacob never really had friends, so when Matty offered him a Xanax, he couldn't refuse for fear of losing his friendship. AND were one of the first each Came Out to. Ever since then, Jacob begged up on a Xanax from Matty or one of the men Matty seen giving his mother bags of pills -drug dealers.

"Apparently he'd gone back to it, as evident from a bottle of pills found spilled at the front, right corner on the floor area of his nightstand. Forensics confirmed they were Molly and Xanax, and that they'd been stored together."

Jennette scoffed in disbelief. She couldn't process that Jacob had gone back to something that tried his life. TWICE! But she only put up with it a little because she knew that was the only way he was gonna deal with his depression because of the 'Pride Factor.' "Well, when can I see him?"

"Any time before 3 o'clock this afternoon, or after 5 in the evening."

"Thank you so so soo much. I love you for saving his life. And mine."

Jennette was a survivor of breast AND skin cancer. When she was younger, she made the mistake of getting a bootleg boob job from a world known -for the wrong reason- cosmetic surgeon. She ended up getting breast cancer from a 'Radiation plump' -biggest lie- procedure. And she got skin cancer because she lived in Arizona and never intentionally looked for shade in addition to not using sunscreen. EVER.

"You're Welcome."

Jennette hung up the phone, a dead tear running down her face to her subtle smile. She sat thumb rubbing the phone as if it were a sacred object remembering the past. She slid her phone to the table and went to her room to grab her keys, money, some makeup, mini notebook, pens, perfume, femme hygiene products, and miscellaneous items like hand sanitizer and tweezers to break in her new Chanel purse. Yellow of course, with gold Cuban link decorations and strap. The purse chain decoration had a pastel pink bow on it. With Chanel stamped on a plaque directly under the bow if positioned correctly. On the way out the door she grabbed her phone and charger.

Jennette went grocery shopping, see her folks -especially after what she'd just heard about her son-, Chipotle, and made her way to the hospital. It was only about 3:05ish when she got inside, but she knew the hospital was strict about their schedule. So she went to Adym's room.