Soft Spot (Jyatt)

Chapter fifteen

Don't forget to ask questions for the Q and A! It can be for any of the characters and it can be me!!!!!! So yeah please ask A LOT of questions. I want it to be fun. Anyways why am I holding you up?? You came to READ.

Jaeden

Eventually Noah came to bring me and Jack some food. We chatted as we ate, the air thick with awkwardness. He needed help eating and I volunterely helped. By the time he finished my food was pretty cold but I didn't complain just ate.

When we finished eating Jack asked me to play him something. I agreed and made my way to the piano. I sat on the chair and thought of what to play.

When I finished and turned around Jack was asleep under the covers snoring lowly. I let out a soft sigh. He was asleep and I was alone.

A wash of sadness swept over me and I started crying. I've been waiting to just break down for no reason since I got here but it would make me look weak and I don't want that. I cried for everything. Missing my mom and dad, missing Lilia, missing school, missing Brody, missing the good people in my dad's gang. Just missing my old life in general. But it's all gone. I've lost it all.

Eventually I stopped crying and pulled myself together.

Wyatt

I stumbled around my apartment, a almost empty beer bottle in hand. My vision was blurry and I felt dizzy. I fell down on the couch and put my feet up.

Why is everything so fucked up?

I took another swig and felt the alcohol wash down my throat, burning it in the process. I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand then ran it through my hair.

I don't deserve any of this....

I looked around the apartment. The room was spinning and I felt the liquor bubbling in my stomach making me feel nauseous. I brought the bottle to my lips and started gulping it down. I whined when it was all gone and the last drop rolled down my tongue.

I brought this on myself

I felt like all the demons were loose inside of me. Mixing with each other and sharing their evil thoughts and plans. They made me wanna do bad things. "Bad bad things." I whispered to no one before hiccuping. The hiccup reeked of what I was drinking. I felt like throwing the bottle across the room and watching it shatter but couldn't bring myself to do it. I didn't want to make a mess and go through the embarrassment of having a maid clean it and watching as she scrunched up her face in disgust as she took in the strong horrid smell. And I couldn't clean it because even though I'm trying my best to stay collected, i'm deadly drunk and can't even focus on my own thoughts as I watch my vision swirl. Drunk me and glass don't go together. I'd probably cut myself. On purpose.

I ran my fingers through my hair once more. Then the door opened and I turned my face to meet my sister, Elizabeth's, eyes. Her face showed no trace of judgement as she headed over and grabbed the empty bottle out of my hand and carried it to the kitchen trash and throwing it away.

She washed the nasty smell of the bottle off her hands and poured me a cup of water. She made her way over and handed it over. I grabbed it and drank it slowly by sips. She wrapped her arm around me and pulled me closer so that my head was resting on her chest. She combed her fingers through my hair as I cried.

"I love you Wy." She whispered to me and kissed my head. "I love you too." I slurred. She grabbed my hand and lead me to my room. She grabbed the cup of water out of my shaking hands before I could drop it and supported my weight as she brought me to my bathroom. She helped me strip and helped me into the shower, turning it on for me and handing me the soap. She closed the shower door allowing me to have privacy until I was finished.

She made me brush my teeth and she found me some pajamas and dried my hair for me with a towel. I ended up throwing up. Again, she didn't look judgemental just stepped away and patted my back gently, encouraging me to let it all out.

She made me brush my teeth again and then she tucked me in. "Goodnight Wy." She said softly before turning my lamp off and kissing my forehead. She left me alone with my slurred thoughts on how I deserved all of this pain and hurt. Then Jaeden popped into mind and how I accidentally called him Jae, but he wasn't stable enough to catch on or comprehend that I gave him a nick name.

And with that I fell into a peaceful slumber where all my doubts were drowned with the images of Jaeden.