Last_Mami-Bambi

Best I Never Had 3 (day 5 of 5)

Sorry for SO many of these, it's a trilogy. I just didn't want everyone to have to read this extra long chapter. BTW, the song describes Jacob's and Adym's feelings for each other.

"So you adopted him?" Adym asked.

"Yup. I wasn't able to have a child -at least not properly- because I had cancer. And not so much that, I just wasn't ready for a baby. I had two jobs, and a volunteer job taking care of disabled veterans. I had to take care of Mr. Henry. He was a stroke victim, but lucky enough to survive. He was in a wheelchair."

"Wow. Was he difficult to care for?"

"No. He'd been so easy to care for. I say it was because of a bond of some sorts we had. It's like we were seeing each other again for the first time in 30 years. And I recognized his face too. Ya know. It was like he was my father."

"Really?" Adym said in surprise.

"Yeah. My father was my best friend. He was the only one to take care of me since my mother left us. Unfortunately, my father was falsely accused of domestic violence. So he'd decided he would serve the time, and have me given to an orphanage. The same one Jacob was in." Jeannette started to tear up a little.

Adym nodded understandingly.

"Anyway. *sniffle* Both my father and Mr. Henry were well known around the orphanage. The neighborhood in general really. *sniffle* So he'd went to the service when he got out. He sent me things, but never any pictures. Then, .... *whimper* ... then he'd got in an accident. It perished some of his memory so he doesn't remember anything. And Mr. Henry is sort of forgetful too. He did say he'd sent someone somethings before, but didn't remember who." Jeanette wiped her tears with a chuckle and said, "My father's name was Henry too. *sniffle* It's like they were the same person."

Just in case you're wondering, Henry IS Jeanette's dad.

Jeannette began to stare out the window, along with Adym. She continued her story though.

"But enough about me, you wanna hear about Jacob."

"Take you time." Adym smiled.

"Thanks. So after I adopted Jacob, I took him home. It's so weird because, he was so happy to get in the car, but as soon as we got to the express way home, he'd started to cry. Almost, but not really as bad as you. I never knew why until he told me. But that's later on. He was acting normally for the first year we had him. Then, in high school, his grades dropped a little, he rarely wanted to go to school, and .... *whimper* and I found out he'd been using drugs. Not anything crazy! He just used more anxiety pills than he was supposed to. But those pills soon became Xannies*. He started using Xanax at 17/18 but he no longer used them for strictly anxiety."

"Woah. That's so crazy to think about. I mean, Jacob had his moments, but ..... he'd always been contempt." Adym said amazed.

"That's the same thing running through my mind. As I was saying, Jacob was starting to pop Xannies like he was a rapper or something. Soon, I was completely fed up. I went upstairs to his room, to find the bottle empty, and Jacob laying on the floor, gettin' charted*. I took him to the hospital. They said he'd just needed fluids and a good rest with adrenaline doses. A couple days after, I grounded him."

"I remember that. You called me to follow him around in school. I know we laugh at now, but back then it was so serious."

"Yeah. So, he came home one day crying. He'd had a whole breakdown. Storming up the stairs, crying, screaming, more crying. I remember he was tomato red. He almost cried blood but I was able to get him before he had a whole Manic episode."

"Manic?" Adym cut her off.

"Yeah. He had a touch of bipolarism. He was unfortunately directly in the middle of the spectrum. So he could go in to overdrive on either side, especially with his depression. So we had to watch him closely. I wanted to know what was going on, he did the usual teenage thing. Rushed me out of my room. He masturbated. Which was in his confession that came later. No pun intended."

Adym laughed. "STOOOOP!!"

"Yup. But anyway. He said he'd done that, he told me about his depression. He also told me about his life, and his brother. And he came out to the family. We supported him fully. And uh, yeah. He even told me why he was using the pills. Then I called for you again. To make sure no one messed with him."

"I remember that, too." Adym said with a small smile. "I was his guardian angel."

"Yeah. You were." Jeanette laughed. "So he came out to a couple of his friends that he didn't tell. All of them left, and he came home that day and had an episode. Totally freaking out. Like that guy that shoved a remote up his butt. Uhhh-"

"World's Greatest Freakout."

"Yeah. But he didn't shove a remote up his butt at least. But his room was tore up. And me, I made him stop crying and clean it up. He did clean his room back up, but was still crying under his sheets. I found out myself, but he took some more Xannnies*. I asked him why, then next thing you know, I'm getting the phrase 'I'm just a gay boii who lost a friend!!! And no one cares.' So I reassured him I cared, that his family cared, that you cared, even your family cared. But he shoved me off. I didn't get to grab the bottle of pills, *whimper*," a tear ran down her face, "then I heard a thud."

Adym gasped.

"He could've died. But luckily, ... I was able to get him to the ER fast enough. *sniffle* So the next year he struggled to let them go, but by 19 he was completely sober. And actually used them for anxiety. I remember when he brought Matty to our house for dinner. That was crazy, and you already know how that went cause-"

"I was there. It was good though!" Adym chuckled.

"Thank you. So he cried about that as you can imagine. So he just lived life normally. With a few moments of course. Then when he was 20 he moved out."

Then Jeannette caught Adym up to when he came to the hospital for Adym.

"... and he came up to the hospital. He was so concerned for you. As you can infer he cried because he'd put you in such a position, and he couldn't see you. He told me he felt really bad."

"Tell 'em... well I can tell him thank you. That was so considerate."

Jeannette nodded. As she went on with the story Adym became more and more concerned and worried. He began to tear up when she told him that he was in the hospital.

"They're doing his treatment now. He's supposed to be out at about 5 ish, so. He had a BAC of .45, and the pills."

When she told him he had Molly too, he began crying. It hurt Adym emotionally and physically to hear what his best friend had just gone through. He felt bad, not for his own actions, but that he had to deal with the depression in such a way.

"I can't believe it. He had such a stressful life, and couldn't ever relieve it. He'd just, ..... just... pushed himself over the edge. And now he's laying up in a hos- *cry* hospital bed." Adym managed to say. He leaned up against Jeannette's chest and the bed rails. "I wish he just could've managed it in a better way. Better of a way than taking pills, drinking. I ... I caaa*crying*" Adym sat crying into Jeannette.

"Well, he's gonna be fine now. So, don't cry. You need to get your eye better."

"Yeah you're right. *sniffle* It's just.... Jacob is .... *sniffle* *whimper* *sniffle*," Adym started crying again.

After a while he was able to finally say:

"Jacob is the best boyfriend I never had."