𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐄𝐱-𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐯𝐢𝐜𝐭 (𝟏𝟖+) 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐓𝐄𝐃 ✓

Chapter 20

I tap my fingers nervously on the kitchen counter. It's already two in the morning and I haven't heard a single word from Jax. Wren's been asleep since nine in the evening and I'm still up patiently waiting for him to come back home. I would have thought he'd be home by seven but I was wrong. I texted and called but got no reply. I can feel in my gut telling me that something must be wrong. My phone's ringtone cuts through the silent house and I'm scrambling to answer.

"Hello?" I ask.

"Is this Charlotte?" a male voice on the other line questions.

"Yes, this is she," I reply. I pull the phone back to look at the number and see Jax's name on the screen. "Who is this?"

"Don't ask questions and come open your front door," the man says before hanging up. I stare at my phone before running to the door. I throw it open and I find a slightly unconscious Jax hanging off the arms of another man. 

"Take this piece of shit for me will you," he says and he practically throws Jax onto me. I struggle to not drop him or let both of us fall.

"What happened to him?" I question. The man looks at me, clicking his tongue in annoyance before rolling his eyes.

"Listen bitch, let me tell you something. You know what happened to him but you're going to be smart and stop asking questions," he sneers before walking back to his car and pulling out the driveway. I stand there in shock for a couple of minutes before I hear a small groan coming from Jax.

"C'mon Jax, work with me here because otherwise both of us will be on the floor," I say in a quiet voice as I slowly drag him inside. I lock the door behind me and lead the two of us to the sofa. I lay him on it horizontally and I grab the first aid kit that's on top of the coffee table. From the last time he was injured I didn't bother to put it away since I wasn't sure if he'd come home injured again.

"Alright, let's see what's happened to you tonight," I mutter to myself as I kneel on the carpet. Now that I'm close to him, my nose scrunches when I catch a faint whiff of alcohol coming off of him. "What the hell have you gotten yourself into?" I wonder aloud.

I unzip his jacket and struggle to shimmy him out of it. As soon as I get that off, I lift his shirt and I let out a sigh when I see no injuries littering his body. I sit him up slightly so I can check his back and it's the same as the front, no injuries. I pull back down the shirt, lay him back down and that's when Jax starts to stir.

"Angel, am I home?" he asks slurring slightly.

"You are. Why did you drink?" I ask, not even beating around the bush.

"I had no choice. They called me when I was at work so I went there straight after," he tells me.

"Did you do anything?" I question.

"It was a party to welcome me back. I got a whole lot of booze inside me," he says with a dopey grin. 

"Did they force you to drink?" I ask and I'm holding back a sigh when I hear that.

"No, they didn't force me," he replies.

"If you weren't forced then why did you drink it?" I demand in frustration. "You didn't have to come back here drunk out of your mind. And who knows what might have happened with them while you're drunk out of your mind," I say throwing my hands up in the air. He sits up, pushing me away from him and I fall back to the floor. I sit there for a moment in shock just staring back at him.