Chapter 45
JACK
Ihave a knife protruding through my eye socket, or it feels like it, anyway. My mouth tastes like the Sahara. Why is everything so damn hot?
I flip the blanket off me and try to get up, but my head pounds harder when I stand.
Parts of the night start coming back to me.
Jessi and Sonny going on a double date. Drinking my weight in beer.
Why didn’t I go to the club? Oh yeah, because I wanted to make sure Jessi got home okay.
After I started drinking, things fade in and out.
I vaguely remember Jessi coming home and yelling, but I can’t remember what she said.
Shit. She probably hates me. If she wasn’t interested in talking to me before last night, I can guarantee she isn’t now.
I shuffle to the bathroom, splashing water on my face to clear the cobwebs in my head. I need to apologize. For all of it, but she isn’t home. So I send a text.
Me
Hey. I’m not sure of all that was said last night, but I was drunk and probably an idiot. Where are you? Can we talk?
I stare at my phone for five minutes. Assuming I’m not getting a response, I shower and finish cleaning up the place.
I’m not doing the silent treatment. I’m going to track Jessi down. My first stop will be the club. Maybe she’s there. We need to work through this. We live together, for fuck’s sake. What am I going to say to her, though? I should probably figure that out before I make an ass out of myself again.