"And I never understood the whole God letting his only son get nailed to a fucking cross."
"Okay Charlie," Jack mutters.
He sits me down on the edge of bed hoping that i am able to keep myself up. I rock back and forth before eventually falling back onto the soft surface enduring the comfort of the blankets. The ceiling spins in front of me and the urge to throws up constantly resurfaced, other than that I was totally fine.
"Do you want to call your dad, it's late?" Jack questions, "Your curfew is in fifteen minutes."
I groan at the mention of my father. I didn't want to deal with my daddy issues at the moment. My mind can only jungle one emotion at a time right now and thinking about returning home is unbearable. And that's just the thought.
"I can't believe him," I blurt out, "Why do I have a fucking curfew? How irresponsible does he think I am?"
"He just worries about you," Jack attempt to reassure.
Maybe in my sober state I would be able to make it acceptable, but right now I couldn't see how this was even plausible.
I hiccup before slowly sitting up, "He doesn't trust me, that's why. I'm pretty sure he's pacing the room right now just cursing your name with every Abraham in the Bible. God, he's such a fucking hypocrite."
Jack kneels in front of me as I drunkenly stare down at him, the weight on my eyes feels like a ton. He pulls on one of my shoes sliding it off my foot before taking the other off.
"Baby you're just drunk, I know you're thinking a lot right now," he lays me back down on the bed, his hands find the button on my pants, "It's just the alcohol talking, your dad has yet to text back."
I scoff, "He doesn't like texting, he says it's informal."
"Then I'll call him," He reaches for the belt of my pants before slowly sliding them off my legs, "For now, you need to just sleep it off."
"Why are you defending him?" I snap, now sitting up to look at him. He folds the pants neatly and placing them on the dresser, "Earlier this week you literally hated him."
"Charlie, he's you're dad, I would never hate him." He returns back over to me with a pair of pajama pants and a T-shirt, "Put you arms up."
I let out a tired groan lazily lifting my hands above my head as he pulls the blouse off. I sigh in pleasure as the tight shirt allows my body to breathe, I try to fall back onto the bed but Jack catches my arms forcing me to sit up.
"I hate him," I mumble lowly as Jack pulls the extra shirt over my head, "He's cheating on my mom," Jack freezes, "I mean, I'm not really sure but he has a new intern at his job and she came over for wine, alone. He said it was for work but he left empty handed - he emptied something that's for sure."
"Charlie," Jack tries to say but my insane amount of rambling continues.
I chuckle to myself a bit, "Should I send him to Georgia?"
Jack tries not to react to my poor humor and I realize that I've said too much by the time it's too late. The amused expression on my face changes to match his dazed and confused one.
I slap a hand to my forehead, "Let's pretend for the sake of me being completely out of it, not to bring it back up till my say so."
Jack sighs dropping the pajama pants and now taking a seat on the bed next to me making it dip down. I immediately laid my tired head on his shoulder going in and out of sleep, my eyes were heavy but my brain was static.
"You still didn't tell me why Romeo was here?" I divert.
We share a look and I knowingly stare at him trying to feed him my knowledge, a small smile plays on his lips before he closes the space between us.
