Only Angel [FP Jones x OC]

Twenty Eight

"Ronnie, come on," Seline said, rushing after her sister through the living room. "Hey, you can't ignore me forever.

She tried to keep up to Veronica as she pushed past the dining table, pulling out a chair as an obstacle. 

"Real mature, Veronica," she called after her sister, stepping around the outplaced chair. "At least yell at me, I'd rather take that." 

Seline barely made it to get the bedroom door slammed in her face. "Hey, you can't avoid me forever. You know that, right?" 

She crossed her arms and waited for the moment the door would open again. It didn't. Seline exhaled, rolling her eyes at the thought of protecting her mother once again and what she was putting up with because of it. 

It was stupid of her to do something so selfless for her mother, when she was the one to send her away to boarding school. 

"My stuff is still in there," Seline raised her voice to her sister and waited for the door to open again. 

This time it did, but for a short moment, with her bag overstuffed with her clothes flying to her feet. Seline narrowed her eyes at the object covering her boots then back at the closed door. 

"Real mature, Ron," Seline drew out, scooping up her bag and leaving her sister to pout. 

Seline nudged the front door open to FP's home, the stale scent of beer wafting through the kitchen. 

"Forsythe, you've got company," Seline said, peeking her head in, hoping to find FP sitting on the couch or in his recliner. 

He wasn't present at all. She looked around as she dropped her bag to the kitchen floor then shut the door behind her. 

"FP," her voice lilted as she tiptoed across the floor, kicking off her boots while she did so. 

She glanced down the hallway, into the bathroom as she shedded her jacket and reached for the zipper on her skirt. 

"Forsythe," Seline said, poking her head through the doorway of his bedroom. She stopped halfway through her zipper and exhaled, unamused. 

On his stomach, FP was passed out. A bottle of beer was just within his slumped reach on the floor as his head hung over the edge of his bed. Seline zipped up her skirt and adjusted her shirt before walking over to the bottle FP left on the floor and picking it up. She did the same for the other empty bottles around the room, loading her arms with them and taking them out to the kitchen. 

She stopped in the bathroom and grabbed two glasses of water and his empty waste bin. Seline came back into the room, set the waste bin by his face, one glass on the nightstand and poured the other directly into his ear. 

The slow realization to FP that water was dribbling on his head was agonizing. He reached for his head at first, wondering what was happening, before shielding his ear from the liquid and finally turning over to get the rest of the water in his face. 

He sputtered, sat up quickly. "What the hell?"

"Hey, sleepyhead. Didn't want to wake you. You looked like a little angel," Seline said as she set the empty glass on the nightstand. 

FP reached to wipe his face then sat up, looking around his room before glaring at Seline over his shoulder, his eyes trailing over Seline's arms crossed before her chest and her hip popped to the left. 

"What-what're you doing here? I thought you were staying at home tonight." He slowly sat up, adjusting his jacket and combing his damp hair back.