Chapter 42- What We Left Behind

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Jeff's P.O.V.

Fuck it. Fuck it all. I needed something right now. The flask of whiskey in my hand shook as I did. Iris threw the empty bottle of rum against the wall. She'd been scratching on that big fucking scar on her cheek.

Liu was at his friends house, Jazz was in the arms of that piece of shit, and Opal was sleeping at Luna's place as she always did now.

Iris opened up another bottle and, in her drunken haze, spilled it all over herself.

Where the fuck did every thing go? Where was Opal and Jazz congratulating me on a killing spree? Where was my smiling wife playing with Liu? Where was my boy, probably shoving bugs up his nose? Where was Opal, sitting in a sluts dress complaining? Where was Jazz, snapping at her for complaining.

Iris walked over to me and cupped my face. I could smell that rum on her breath.

"Today would my thirty something birthday. Dammit. We're getting old, Jeff." she sighed. I picked her up, being more sober than her.

"You're not old. You're twenty five. Quit counting years, I did a long, long time ago."

She began to stare up at the ceiling. "I miss so many things, Jeff. So many..." she whispered at the end.

"I miss my girls. I wish they'd come home more." she sighed. "And Karen, too. Fuck, I'd give anything for five more minutes with AJ." laying back, she stared up.

"I missed my clear face." She scratched at the scar a bit.

"I miss Liu." I added.

"I bet you do." I picked her up gently and carried her to our room. She began to try to undress herself, but I placed my hand on hers and shook my head. I laid her down and kissed her head, pulling the bottle of rum out of her hands and the blankets up.

"Jeff, you bastard..." she chuckled, looking at me.

"The hell did I do know?" I sighed, stroking my drunken wife's hair.

"Lay the fuck next to me and put your sleep mask on. I'm not sleeping alone."

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