I stand behind Jeordie and watch him beat his father. I'm glad he didn't chicken out. I knew this was going to happen, I believed in Jeordie. One thing I was wrong about is his need for me to help. But he's done just fine on his own. How odd it is to be proud of someone for participating in such violent acts. Well, it's not odd for me.
Jeordie finishes off his father and looks startled when he bumps into me. He stares at his father until I drag him along with me towards the hotel.
When we arrive I attempt to help him calm down. I suggest that we try and find his mum. He doesn't seem intrigued.
I ask what her name is. "Valarie Rose."
"Does she have a stage name?" I ask.
"Yeah.. something like 'Red Velvet'"
My heart drops out of my chest. Suddenly breathing doesn't become an easy action. "Brian?" Jeordie looks at me with an expression that reads confusion and worry. "Ye-yeah." I choke. Why am I am even trying to fool him? He already knows something is wrong. "Brian." He gives me a "stop it" look. I sigh and realize my hands are trembling.
"I-" I pause. Jeordie holds onto my hand. Fuck, he'll probably never hold onto my hand again after I tell him this..
"I think I met your mum before.." I say.
"And?" He questions.
"I think I may have uh-"
Fuck.
".. I think I may have fucked your mother."
I'm done. We're done.
I can tell by the expression on his face.
He tries to speak but the only sound that comes out are little squeaks here and there.
"Jeordie.. I'm sorry, I ju-"
"When did this happen?" He interrupts.
"It was before we were dating." I reply.
"How do I know you're not lying?" He questions, raising his nonexistent eyebrow.
"Are you serious?!" I yell, jumping off the bed. "When have I ever lied to you? Are you saying you don't trust me?" I pace back and fourth, digging my finger tips into my skull.
"I can't help it! You know I have trust issues." Jeordie cries. Suddenly I feel guilty for yelling at him. God, this guy makes me soft. I still don't understand how he has that effect on me. I guess it's because he's the only person I truly love and care for. "I swear it was before we got together.. and I'm sorry. If I had of known it was your mother I wouldn't have done anything." I sigh. He nods, keeping his head down. "I shouldn't care anyway, because I don't care about her."
I nod. "You have a reason to be upset."
"Brian?" He sniffles.
"Mhm?"
"Why are you so nice to me?"
"Because I love you."
"But...but I'm fucked up."
"As am I."
"I just don't understand why you stay with me.."
I lift his head up and push his dreads away. "Jeordie, I fucking love you. Nothing's ever going to change my feelings for you, okay?"
He nods slowly.
"Where did you meet her?"
"Your mother?"
He nods.
"It was at a club in Ohio. I created a fake ID card." I reply.
"I forgive you..it's just a weird thought." Jeordie shurgs.
"Well, I'm glad you forgive me." I half smirk.
Jeordie pecks my cheek.
A knock on the door makes both of us jump. "What?!" I yell. "Jeordie needs to get down to the lobby, right now." It's Pogo. Jeordie and I exchange a questioning look, and then proceed out the door into the lobby. When we arrive downstairs two police officers stand at the front door. "Should we run?" I whisper. Jeordie shakes his head. "No-no I'm curious." We walk towards the cops, hand in hand. One of them looks down at our combined hands awkwardly and then clears his throat. "Which one of you is Jeordie White?" He asks. I look at his golden name tag. His name is Officer Gordan. "Come outside please." He orders once Jeordie informs that it is him he is looking for. "Please stay here, sir." Gordan says when I try to come out with them. "Uh, he's allowed to come." Jeordie stops in his tracks. "This us confidential information." Officer Gordan replies. "He's my husband." Jeordie lies. I have a sudden urge to laugh but manage to keep a straight face. The officer sighs and waves his hand as a gesture for me to come. "You are Westley White's son, correct?" He asks Jeordie. He nods in response. "We got a call from a nearby neighbour that Westley was laying in his driveway with multiple wounds, as well as barely conscious. Westley claims that you are the person who performed these acts upon his body." Gordan says.
"Yes, it was me." Jeordie replies.
I'm surprised. Does he know that he could be going to jail because of this? Gordan takes a moment to write something on a paper which is clipped to his trusty clipboard. "Jeordie White you will be charged with-"
My sudden burst of thoughts cause me to zone out. Thank god he isn't going to jail. I don't know what I would have done. I probably would have knocked out the cop and ran away with Jeordie beside me.
The officer stops talking and passes Jeordie a piece of paper which I assume is his bill. "How much?" I ask, once both cops drive away. "A bit over $1000." He shrugs. "Well, goof thing you didn't get arrested." I hear Zim's voice from behind us and turn around to see him and everyone else except Camille. Jeordie makes a "psh" sound. Camille walks out the hotel doors a few seconds later. "We're going to a nearby club, you guys coming?" Ginger asks as everyone else walks down the street. Jeordie looks at me as if for permission. I shrug. "Alright, let's go."
We arrive at the club and immediately make our way to the bartender. Except for Camille. She squeezes into the dancing crowd and jumps up and down to the music. Zim and I look at each other, rolling our eyes. "Let her be." Jeordie hits my shoulder with the back of his hand quickly. I just laugh.
After we all get drunk off our asses, we go into the dancing mob. Except for Jeordie and I. We both can't dance, and don't even like it. We sit on a couch in the corner of the club, and watch everyone. Pointing out ridiculous people to each other. Jeordie points to a woman who is trying to dance but looks like she's just drunk and can't walk in heels. Well, I'm assuming she is drunk and that's why. She turns around so that she's facing us and I freeze. No fucking way this is happening. This is too ironic. I must be so drunk I'm seeing things.
It's Jeordie's mother.
okay I hope this isn't going too fast because that's the last thing I want to do.
