To All the Readers- This week has been particularly crazy, since school has begun for my sons. Their schedules are rather conflicting due to them being in different schools. I apologize ahead of time for not updating like normal. Hopefully, by early next week this story will be complete. Thank you for bearing with me. XOXO- Courtney.
A/N: Jason often goes off on tangents; it's obvious why he does.
The Person- Jason McKnight-Scott, the Obsolete Drunk
Chapter 25- a JAckass kind of a SON
Xxxxx
2008 Ocean's Bluff Ave.
Angel Grove, CA
And here I was, in front of a house encompassed by unrelenting flames. There was a woman, securely retained inside. Sadly, there was another life flourishing inside of her. Could the baby survive if born prematurely? Would the mother outlive this traumatic event? Mother Nature was a bitch, but wait a minute, was this a result of mother nature?
The last question was rather juvenile, but something must've caused this freak house fire. Oil splatters, unattended food cooking on the stovetop, an open fire and a towel could even do it. People loved to act like a chef at home, and pretend they were on the Food Network, and then attempt to flambé- liqueur into a pan, tip the body of it slightly and the fire will come into contact and a combustion will occur. If done improperly, disastrous consequences could arise. Now, that could've possibly done it. It's not silly to think someone would take a few shots early in the morning. For me, it's become like second nature.
My mouth salivated at the reminiscence.
(Flashback)
The clock flashed a time between five, six, or seven. Why was number ten scared of number seven? Eh, because seven eight nine. I crack myself up. Yeah, that's just a little bit of dry, drunken humor. So, I woke up and my breakfast of champions didn't constitute, eggs, bacons, biscuits, orange juices or coffees. Shit, was the 's' really necessary? I wasn't a fat ass, so seconds weren't even a part of my agenda. Fatties weren't cute, and no, I'm not an asshole, but my counterpart, Rex, was. No one knew Rex, only if I became really, really angered would he make a guest appearance.
At first, drinking was a release. Bud Light was my favorite beer, while rum was the harder liquor I would turn to. The one beer in the morning slowly turned to half a case. A glass of rum and coke in the afternoon gradually became three glasses of rum and coke, and then, just a fifth of rum. Don't get me started on the night time, the sparingly three shots became another fifth of rum.
He usually came out when frustrated by others or my doing. His words were ruthless, his actions were crude, and his feelings were amplified at a drop of a hat. There were no other words to truly describe him, but he was surely this demon from hell. My intentions were never to bring that side out, but it was my way of curbing my distressed emotions. Yet, Rex's revenge, when added, it made my circumstances vastly worse than anything else. The turmoil in my life was steadily increasing, and he only wished for a way out.
Or, was I?
Moving foward, this morning; I drank two tall cans of Budweiser.
Even though, Jack, Jose, and Jim were my main men, I hadn't been able to make a run to the liquor store. Hard, dark liquor was the best. Vodka, gin, and coffee flavored ones weren't my area of expertise, nor were they my favorite. I hated them with a passion, and that's probably the only thing I held some desire for. No, in no way was I some fagot, but I don't trust girls.
All because of those two! I could never count on a girl, since most of them were sluts, bitches, and cunts. All they wished for was to get their pussy fucked, and if a guy tried to open up to them, displayed a caring side, and or even attempted to give them some security, it's stupid, it's weak. I was disposable to them. There was never a way to win with females.
Shit, I can't continue thinking about this; my services were needed.
(End Flashback)
"I need a medic!" I witnessed the head firefighter collapse to the ground, as he protectively grasped the woman's limp body against him. He was completely covered in soot. It was almost like the color of Jagermeister or MD 20/20 Buck Bunny. This rescue should be sped up a bit, since I demanded for a necessary swill.
Mmm… alcohol. My best friend in the whole entire world, I whimsically pondered, since that's all I had left.
My drinking would sometimes obstruct my job. Like right now, I was already stumbling towards the fallen persons, and I knew I'd drop the woman, once she was in my hands. In spite of everything, the woman couldn't afford anymore mishaps. From the looks of it, she's all ready to pop, her breathing was deliberately diminishing, and the baby's kicks weren't apparent. She's rather thin, and I was almost positive any movement could be noticeable.
Damn it, we all needed to get her to the hospital. "Put her on here." See, we all should help- he would do the work, and I'd drive off. It didn't bother me he had been busy freeing her from the fire's powerful barrier, that he was on the floor gasping for much needed crisp dewy air, sweating profusely, and possibly in danger, nope, it that was so selfless of him. You just had to upstage everyone, and on top of that you're a particularly good looking guy. I'm sure you've never been cheated on!
His maniacal blue eyes roughly narrowed, but still, he literally jumped out of a 'GQ' magazine. "I just rescued her! I can't put her on there!" Viciously countered the owner of fashionably good looks.
I blankly stared at him, since he multiplied three, maybe two times. Briefly, I glanced once more at him. His eyes were superlatively dark. That's rather amazing, in my opinion.
"This is no time for arguing! Get her to Angel Grove Regional, now!" Rebuked a police officer that held an eerie resemblance to my sisters' dead fiancé. I couldn't believe it, his look was uncanny, and Jen would freak if she crossed with this guy. I almost wanted to touch him, but I was afraid he'd dissipate. That only happened in cool movies!
Mornings weren't supposed to be this stimulating, if anything I should be kicking back with a brew. Now, I'm with a man with entrancing aquamarines and a doppelganger. What else was set to happen today? Not only that, but what about everyone else? What kind of morning were they encountering? While intoxicated, I'm a little inquisitive.
My partner was none too pleased with me. "Come on, Jason! We gotta go!" He pleadingly shouted for me to detach myself from this unnecessary argument with the firefighter and the cop.
"R-r-right!" I nodded in affirmation. The dopp- my little cool nickname I came up with for the look-alike- aided the woman. I rushed her over to the ambulance, making sure to not stumble over anything or anyone.
"We gotta go!" I fiercely ordered, but knew in my heart, if we didn't make it, I'd be the one to blame.
That'll undermine my illicit issue.
I softly chuckled, my words were fine.
Xxxxx
Blue Bay Way
WHIRR, WHIRR, WHIRR! Went the rescue vehicle's blaring signals. Those were intended for the people to drive to the right! Away from me, just like they needed to.
VROOM! VROOM! VROOM! My lead foot stayed on the peddle, and I quickly went down the street.
As I was coasting it, the taste of my next drink was literally on the tip of my tongue. Titillation playfully danced on my taste buds in anticipation for the next corral. This drive couldn't be any faster, and yes, I was one of those authority figures that'd abuse my power to get out of a tight traffic jam. Oh come on, we've all done those one time or another. Anyone rescuer that's told otherwise, was lying through their grand teeth.
My fried mind drifted elsewhere. How did I get to this point? Why was I in this kind of business, knowing my body couldn't live without alcohol? Women, why was I so against them, even against my sister? Could I drive and think at the same time knowing I was immeasurably impaired?
Leave it up to me to use big words, I muttered wordlessly.
The answers to those mind-boggling questions were, well, not that complicated.
I've always esteemed myself as the heroic type, and I was almost positive in another life, I was a superhero. Dressed in the shiniest, flashiest outfit, shooting off powerful projectiles exiting an even more stronger weapon, or just handling a sword, and I was the one that men, women, little kids looked up to and aspired to be. That's just a figment of my imagination, I believed. So, yeah, I was a hero in a sense, since I brought victims to the hospitals in what should be a prompt fashion, which could spare their lives.
That's the choice I made after I realized I couldn't beat Jen. Jennifer 'Jen' McKnight-Scott my incongruous older sister. She's not too odd, but her actions were rather peculiar in my opinion. She hasn't been the same, since her jerk of a fiancé's demise. Well, what the hell was Alex doing in Blue Bay Harbor? It's not everyday a twenty something year old dies of a myocardial infarction. There goes the big words otra vez. Interesting, I remembered some Spanish too. Still, Jen was always better, she was 'The Man', and anything she did trumped mines! We battled for domination, in a sense, since as an actual male, I should've been the one to stand in and protect her. Nope, that wasn't the case.
The idiots, as I've deemed my younger brothers, were enraptured by Jen. No, not in the incest kind of way, more like the loyal court to the Queen.
Conner and Jen have always been close, and to be honest, it's Jen's fault that Conner gave up his spot on the Manchester United team. My youngest brother was, and is still, the best at soccer. The way he moves on the field, even I hold this deep reverence for him. So, when he came home to support Jen in her time of mourning, I mused they were both dumbasses. Jen, for allowing Conner to come home, and Conner, for staying here indefinitely. We get it, Jen had lost the 'love of her life', I was sure there's another man out there just waiting for her. It would be rather funny if that doppelganger was her bona fide betrothed. Wishful thinking. On the other hand, this was rude, but she needed to get the fuck over that shit! He's gone, it's not like he treated her like a queen, disappearing random times and for like weeks at time, yeah right, he wasn't a faithful asshole. He could've been in a prostitution ring, raping people, or selling drugs. Alex was a douche. I doubt he's resting in peace too.
And then, there's Andros. What could I say about the black sheep? Besides the fact he was even weirder than Jen. That two toned hair thing has to go. My younger brother was the artsy type, and there was no problem with that, but naturally, that's a woman's flair. He hadn't amounted to anything I would possibly claim, though, I should be on his side. Andros and I were somewhat different, but honestly, both of us should be deemed the black sheep.
I wasn't too forthcoming in our familial endeavors, and I hardly put the effort in.
Conner McKnight-Scott, the youngest brother, the baby of the family, the soccer star, and the Red Triassic Terror, as I've heard he was respectfully dubbed, was the, well, ignorant one of the family. He could've really made something of himself, aspired to be this worldwide sports start like David Beckham, but instead, he resorted to taking a job at the Octagon. Not that this past season was anything to be bashful about, however, he resorted to helping Jen with whatever she needed. England was a heavy tourist attraction, therefore, he could've been a maid or a butler or whatever other hospitality names were, out there.
Jen couldn't live without Conner's help, but shit I wasn't that heartless, nor was Andros, so why was it direly important for him to move back home. One thing I knew for sure, Mom and Dad weren't happy, but that wasn't Jen's concern.
So, those were the dynamics of the McKnight-Scott family, was I missing anything else?
Yup, very much so, my habit, my drug, my solace, or any other synonyms that could be used to exploit my blissful ministration. So, I am in love with alcohol. As a result of my many problems with women, I drink to much. Maybe that was the dumbest excuse in the world, but to me, not at all. With Jen praised as the 'burly man', my mom hardly acknowledging me as her son, since I was barely called upon for certain activities, and of course, being dumped left and right, it's caused me to become wary of women.
Women were bitches, and there was one in particular that's pushed me to feel unwanted, unneeded, and furthermore, obsolete. We had been dating for a year, and I was ready to propose to her, and that's when I found her, in bed with another douche bag of a guy. He was eagerly thrusting himself inside of her pussy, and she was screaming out his name. His name! Bitch, she loved it when I was inside of her. When I confronted her, her eyes became dark, her lips curled into a devilish smile, and she powerfully kissed him in front of me. I was a pawn, an opportunity, and she just wanted someone who could supply her with alcohol. She was younger than me, and she couldn't purchase it, so I was her vessel. All she cared about was herself, and she betrayed me in the worst way possible again. Yup, again, she had cheated before, but I was so in love with her, I decided to be together.
I tried dating other girls, but they did the same thing. Sorrowfully, I was sincerely in love with my ex-girlfriend, so I constantly compared her to others. The funny thing was, they were all the same. All of the women cheated on me, and the despair of my situation resulted in an increased appetite for liquor.
This all occurred before I became a certified paramedic, but I should've halted the process before becoming fully qualified. I couldn't though, since I would lose my financial aid money. That would give me a bad mark in school, but since I submerged myself in school work, it gave me something to sort of live for.
And well, this was my life. Wake up, drink, save some lives, be careful not to engage in any kind of accidents, and resume drinking. That was my daily schedule, and I hoped to get out of this rut. But, I'll be honest, I wasn't ready to.
Beads of sweat formulated on the surface of my skin, beckoning for me to hurry. The time ticked away, as I fantasized about a tall can of Budweiser. The taste lingered on my lips, and I longingly licked them. As I came down Blue Bay Way, I saw them. Bananas were fast approaching. BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! Bananas were fast approaching. My tires screeched, as I maneuvered the ambulance away, but tightly securing my right foot on the left pedal, at the same time.
"Jason!" My co-worker yelled for me to stop. He was in the back with the women, maintaining some type of life in her. I continued braking and carelessly turning the wheel without a doubt in my mind. "JASON! WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING?" He portentuously scolded me, even though he had reason. "Are you fucking crazy!?" He snapped again and became goaded with my actions.
I twisted my head left to right, in hopes of stabilizing myself. At this point, my heart was racing and my mind was clouded with my thoughts, but not once, did I think about the woman lying unconsciously with a baby inside of her. Honestly, where was my common courtesy? Maybe with my alcohol, I believed.
I continued driving, safely, but as quickly as I could, considering my means.
Xxxxx
1995 Angel Grove St.
Angel Grove Regional
"Jason, hurry up!" My partner urgently requested for my presence at the back.
With more alertness than me, he opened the doors, and I almost lurched out of the ambulance. I held onto the provided rails with dear life, and I continued to his side. Together, we rushed into the emergency room.
"Head towards the back, there's an open room there." A nurse ordered, while we ran in.
Oddly, I noticed my sister was in the waiting room. I gave her some acknowledgement, and she did the same.
Now, my mind was set on getting to that room, but it was also on a routine brew. Before I knew it, I almost ran into a nurse She was cute, but eh, she was possibly an inconsiderate whore. Shit, Rex is beginning to come out. I need a drink, stat! Carefully, I articulated my words for the woman. "Sorry, I didn't see you there." My eyes drifted sideways, so I can look at the comatose woman. She wasn't going to last much longer, nor would the baby if I didn't carry on.
"Jason!" My partner yelled my name.
Instantly, I let go of the gurney, and my partner rushed to the back.
"It's okay, just be careful next time." She kindly warned me. I gave her a silent gesture of thanks, since I only nodded my head.
Instantly, I zoomed past everyone. Inside of the room, there was already a team working on the woman. Helplessly, I watched their futile attempts to revive her. She wasn't responding to the AED shock treatments, nor was she showing any signs of life.
"GET HER TO THE OR NOW! THIS WOMAN DOESN'T HAVE MUCH TIME!" The head doctor commanded in a leader tone. The baby was coming now? But the mother wasn't moving, shouldn't she be moving? As if my feet were on another body, I began to move in the direction of the staff.
"Sir, you aren't allowed back there." I wasn't too concerned, since my feet wished to be there. "You can leave now." And she exited with the team, and I was left to watch.
"Come on, Jase, we gotta go." My partner nudged me, and I stayed put. "Jason, I don't know what the hell is going on with you, but you need to snap the hell out of it!" He hissed, but I didn't listen to him. That's when he forcefully clutched my arm, and indignantly escorted me out of there. We finally made our way to the ambulance, and he surveyed my body.
"Sorry, Bro, I don't swing that way." I joked, but he wasn't in the mood for comedy.
"Jason, you don't get it!" He angrily screamed, and I still didn't comprehend his reasons for the outburst. "I'll drive."
I entered the car and silently sat on the passenger side. What an asshole, I thought.
Xxxxx
A&G Liquors
Angel Grove, CA
Choices; that was all I cared about was the abundance of alcohol lining up and down the aisles. There were short ones, tall ones, generic ones, brand name ones, blue, pink, brown, clear, and I couldn't contain the excitement that was raging throughout my body. Part of me thought a climax was erupting, since I was shaking, but no, that wasn't it at all. It was my body clamoring for some attention due to the withdrawals.
My partner sternly educated me on my actions of this morning. He was very appalled that I wasn't in tip top form, and that I was a bumbling fool. Whatever, it's not like he has the authority over me, so I didn't give a fuck nor two fucks.
As I perused through the endless supply—my solace- I wasn't sure which to choose. My bank account was totally on point, so I knew whatever I chose, whether it was unambiguously named or ambiguously tilted, ha! I loved knowing big words; the price wasn't a big deal. Damn women for morphing me into this drunken jackass.
Unexpectedly, my cell phone buzzed for some attention. I furrowed my brows, since no one called me on my break. Usually, I had the emergency signaler on hand, but I purposefully left that with my partner.
"This is Jason." I agitatedly addressed without glancing at the phone number.
"Jason, you need to get back to the base pronto." It was my idiot of a partner, and I rolled my eyes heatedly. The guy wasn't giving up.
"And why would I do that? Is there another run we have to do? Someone drowning in flames, or possibly someone submerged in a pool's depths?" I inquisitively prodded for him to speak.
He blew out a heavy breath of exasperation. "You fucking weirdo!" I scoffed at his comeback. " Open a dictionary and find other terms to describe me. "Now, listen to me." He ordered, while I placed my phone on my shoulder and tilted my head to that side. My hands were open, so I could grab what I needed. Two bottles of Jack should do the trick, and then I crossed to the beer aisle. Two, three packs of tall canned Budweisers would top that off perfectly. "The boss would like to speak with you."
That statement stopped me dead in my tracks. I cursed under my breath, but my body wasn't allowing the drinks to be placed back into their rightful spots. Instead, I headed to the front. With my hands completely full, an accident was set to commence. Sadly, it did my cell phone dropped, but I heroically saved the alcohol from crashing to the ground. Yes! I was the savior of the hour.
"Sir… oh, Jason, what are you doing here?" The Middle Eastern man addressed me formally. Now, he's seen me come in and out of here, and if I wasn't mistaken, I was almost positive I was his best customer.
"Sorry, I guess I'm a little clumsy." I figured, since around my cell laid a few feet from me.
"Alright, after I heard the crash, I was worried." He described the justification for his presence. Amicably, he began to help me and placed the drinks on the register.
"Thank you!" I graciously acknowledged for the aid. He began to ring up the prices, but before I could pay, this animated noise played in the background. My eyes darted all over the place, since I had the slightest idea of where the source was.
I supposed when I don't drink, my actions were obstructed
"Is that your phone?" The owner queried, and I shrugged my shoulders. His eyebrows rose in bewilderment. I witnessed the vaulting escapades of his ojos, uh huh more Spanish for anyone's ass. "I think that is your phone."
"Uh?"
"Your phone is right there." He pointed to the phone slithering on its own.
I turned to that direction, and I bent down and picked it up. Displayed were three missed calls, two were from my partner, and one was from my sister!? What the hell was she doing calling me? So, I speedily took a glimpse of her, now, all of a sudden we were the best of friends? There's a problem here.
"How much do I owe?" This task was of critical proportions.
"$43.46." He relayed, and I handed him my debit card. "Jason, are you alright?"
"Yeah, why wouldn't I be?"
"I would hate to enable you, boy."
"You're not." I smiled, while I securely placed my card back into my wallet.
With a smile and a nod, I happily exited the store.
Now, what the hell could these people want?
Xxxxx
Eltar Rd.
Angel Grove, CA
Instead of heading to my base, I decided to take a quick detour to the park. This backdrop served as a place of serenity, and I used to love coming here when I was little. I knew Jen had met Alex here, and this was the first place Conner kicked a soccer ball. In addition, I watched the time Andros got a soccer ball kicked to his face by Conner, and I practiced karate here.
Maybe, I could regain some interest in that activity, or maybe I shouldn't.
I opened the first can of beer. I guzzled down the roughness with prompt quickness. I felt like I was in heaven. I made sure to gaze at my surroundings. There were no authority figures in sight. I continued with my reverie. Surprsingly, in the middle of the day, there was no one around. Interesting. I opened the next can, and the next can after that. After the fifth beer, that's when the woozy feeling began to develop. My misery filed in, as my inhibitions exited.
"Why did you leave me?!" I depressingly murmured. She could've been fiancée, although she was a bitch, but at the same time, I loved her. To this day, I very much loved her. She was the guiding light, we had passionate sex, and we were supposed to spend the days of our lives together.
In not time I finished my fifth beer and even the sixth. I opened up my whiskey bottle. This was like a lullaby- the calmness of this drink put me to sleep. I forgot my worries, as I brutally gulped down the brash taste. I coughed and coughed, tears formed in my eyes, but I couldn't muster the courage, nor strength to stop this tirade.
With a fifth of the bottle gone, I hid the bottle in the back of my passenger's seat—her seat. She could've been there, but no, instead she was with some loser. I needed to calm down before I could head back to work. I've been gone for more than two hours now, but there were no more phone calls.
The empty beer cans littered the interior of my car, but who cared?
This was my self-wallowing. I burped loudly and obnoxiously. I stumbled out of the car, my back on the various rocks, and I heftily groaned at the torture I was submitting myself to. Again, that buzzing resounded. I quickly picked the phone up.
"Hello?" I gruffly replied to the call.
"Jason? A woman's voice as sweet as chocolate kisses questioned if it was me.
She sounded like my wonderful ex-girlfriend, the one that did a treacherous samba on my heart. As much as I still loved her, I hated her. Rex was coming.
"Yeah, baby." I unconsciously slurred.
"Baby!? JASON, WHAT THE FUCK?" Her voice strangely transformed into Jen's.
I was startled out of my amorous stupor. "Huh?"
She began to mumble some words to another person, while I aimlessly lied on the gravel right next to my car. I really, really needed to snap out of this shit. "Jason, are you listening to me?"
"Sure." My voice faltered.
"Has your supervisor called?" She curiously asked, while I began to sit up.
After a few attempts, I was finally upright. I rested against my car, and I processed her words once more. "No, my partner called."
"Shit." I heard her say. "Was there a reason why he called?"
"No, my boss called." I mindlessly muttered for her.
"Jason, this is no time for fucking games!" She panicked, and I was infuriated by her interrogation. Blah, blah, blah! "Where are you?!"
"Shut up, Jen! God, you are so fucking annoying!" I chastised her menacingly.
"You idiot, where are you?"
There goes that fucking word. Am I such a big laughingstock? This was stupid.
"At the park." I smartly retorted.
"Why are you at the park instead of work?"
"It's fun." I cheekily replied to spite her.
"Oh God, you are such a douche." She complained. "Hold on." She told me, while I heard random spurts of her conversation. 'No!'… 'Please!'… 'Conner!'… 'You're out of uniform!' "Jason, hello?"
"Know what Jen, you are such a big bitch!"
"Excuse me?!" She was shocked.
"Leave me alones! You are a worthless bitch." I angrily spurted out loud. "I hope you rot in hell like your dead fiance!"
The dial tone sounded, and I smirked in happiness. She was an idiot.
Then, my phone went off once more. Seriously, these people were fucking ridiculous!
"I suggest you head back to work, right now. If you don't, you'll be in deep shit." Conner ordered, and I rolled my eyes.
I began to laugh at him. "Let me guess, your keeper told you to tell me that."
"Jason, this is not funny." My soccer lover of a brother reminded me.
If I was smart, I would listen to them, but nope, not at all. Rex was in control.
"Where are you?" What the hell? Perplexed by his kindness, I wondered what the hell he was trying to do. There was stunned silence from my end, but he opened his mouth once more mentioning his true intentions. "Jase, you need to listen. I gotta get ready for a date with destiny tonight. No, her name is not Destiny, but fate, I mean, she's Jen's new boyfriend's little sister!"
"Conner, we're not together!" She whined at him, and then she spoke to a new person. "Wes, that's not what I meant!"
"Oh, who the hell is Wes? Is that Alex's look alike?" I became green with sickness. The alcohol's effects were coarsely attacking me.
"Hey, how did you know?" Conner queried, and now this was mind boggling.
Okay, now I'm truly confused. Does that mean we're going to save the world too? Curse my thoughts for being potentially too random. "Conner, I did..." The lurking feeling was bubbling within my stomach. As if I had eaten too much, or if I was forcing food out of me, something was fixing to escape. "Conner…" I grunted, and there goes the contents of dinner sprawled all over the rock pathway. I heaved once more, and my shoulders elevated upwards from the impact of this vomiting session.
"Jase? Jase? Are you okay?" Conner questioned, a little confused.
"Yeah." I grunted, while the after taste was tickling by the uvula.
"Tell me, where you are." My youngest brother commanded.
I yawned. "I'm at a park, der!"
"Well, where are..." I forfeited to sleep.
Xxxxx
A Few Hours Later
Angel Grove College
There was no time for rest, and even more there was no time for explanation of my state. Although, my brother and sister wanted to know what happened.
(Flashback)
"Jason, Jason, wake up!" My sleep was interrupted by impromptu shoves.
"Huh? Huh?" I grumbled, and I looked up to see my brother and sister periously looking at me. "What do you guys want?"
"Well, let's see, you are covered in dirt, vomit, and you were passed out." Jen snootily answered my question, and she crossed her arms over her chest. "I shouldn't even be talking to you."
"Blah, blah, blah." I countered with annoyance, while I examined the mess on me.
Conner pinched his nose in disgust. "You know..." His voice sounded like Kermit the Frog's. "If you are going to drink, do it in privacy, instead of the open air. Can you imagine if we had brought Wes? He would so toatlly slap the cuffs on you."
"Who the hell is Wes?" I reannounced for the second time, and I watched as the two of them looked between each other. "I'm sick and tired of your guys' subli-sublnimial messages!"
"Don't you mean subliminal?" Conner questioned, and my eyes expressed the madness coming from me!
"You jerk! Shut up!"
"You know, today hasn't been the greatest day of my life either, but I'm not drinking my problems away! Also, you are a fucking retard, Jason get over yourself!" Jen shouted with animosity.
Conner got in between us. "Jase, Jen, both of you, please calm down." He soothed the tension, but it was very pronounced.
"Whatever." I shoved him off of me.
"Gross, vomit!" Conner griped, grossed out by my physical state.
"Talk to us, Jason." Jen pleaded, and I shook my head.
"I need to get back to work."
"Be careful, you might not have a job." Jen updated, and I quizzically gazed at her. "You didn't call your supervisor, you ignored your partner, and well, someone made a complaint against you."
"How would you know this?" I pointed at her.
Our youngest brother whistled. "Jase, you need a ride? I don't think you can drive."
"Where's your car?" I questioned him.
"At the Octagon. Listen, I'll drive your car, Jen will follow, and you'll be fine." Conner encouraged, but I didn't believe him.
At this point, I complied. I really needed to get back to work in one piece, preferably alive. I handed my keys to Conner, and he gasped at the mess.
"Keep this between us." I softly murmured, much to my chagrin. He nodded, and we left.
I wondered what was awaiting me at my work.
(End Flashback)
After puking my stomach's insides, I felt substantially better though. We stopped right out of the station, and the two of them gushed about this concert that was coming up. Not only that, but they had invited Andros. I was particularly upset with them for leaving me out. I guessed it was expected. I kinda wished they cared about my feelings. However, they chose not to. The two of them left.
At the base, I inconspicuously slipped in and took a shower. This relieved the tension I had, and then, I spoke to my supervisor. With my head a little clear, I believed I could hold a decent conversation with him. My supervisor methodically and harshly lectured me about the phone call he received from the Captain of the fire department, Carter Grayson. He spoke of my unreliable state, but I accepted responsibility. By not disclosing the entirety of the way I got to that point, I was deemed able to continue due to my outstanding marks from before. Trust me, I wasn't this bad.
Before I could resume my ritual though, hey, just because I temporarily thought about stopping, doesn't mean I would actually do so, I was summoned to Angel Grove College; a woman suddenly passed out and can't wake up. I opted not to drive due to the circumstances of this morning.
Seriously, why were women dropping like flies recently?
We arrived at our predetermined destination and exited with our equipment in hand. There was a hysterical woman to the right, and she was comforted by two people-the cute nurse from Angel Grove Regional and a random man. I found that interesting, but I ignored that. This woman had been unconscious for awhile.
I got on my knees. "Ma'am, ma'am?" I checked her pulse, and it was irregular. Her breathing was slowing down too, I initiated CPR.
"Jason, we gotta go!" My partner shouted, and he was right. There was nothing more we could do in this public area.
A growing amount of witnesses were trying to see what was going on. Their curiosities were sparked.
"Does anyone know this woman?" I questioned, and the hysterical woman stepped forward. "Are you related to her?"
"She-she-she's my sister?" Her emotions subsided for a miniscule minute, and I ushered her to the ambulance, where her partially comatose sister was. "Is she going to…"
"No, she's not." I confidently relayed, and I grabbed her hand. The breath was knocked out of me after that, and she ogled me quizzically. I presumed she felt it too. Whatever it was, it happened. I helped her inside of the ambulance.
Suddenly, a man ran up to the curb, and he was out of breath and sweaty. "Cole! Cole!" He shouted with no hesitation. The man that was helping the Asian beauty came out of the shadows. "What happened?" He demanded.
"Nothing." The one, who I presumed as Cole, answered with bewilderment. "Tommy, are you okay?"
"Are you hurt?" He kept questioning Cole, and us, bystanders, were witnessing Tommy's evident foolishness. This guy looked like the raging jackass for once. I was partly embarrassed, since I probably acted like that while intoxicated."Cole, you have to go to the hospital!"
"What?!" Cole questioned incredulously.
"You have to go."
"Sir, are you okay?" The nurse from Angel Grove Regional asked.
The lunatic laughed at Cole. "Look, you got the Filipino girl you wanted." His tangent didn't go unnoticed.
I approached him cautiously. "Hey, do you need a drink of water or something?"
"Don't fucking touch me!" He irrationally hissed at me, and he tackled me to the ground.
All I could feel was agony. I protected myself with my arms, but it was futile. Pretty soon, my eyes were rolling into the back of my head. Nothingness entered, and I indefinitely passed out too.
I wished Rex couldn't came out of me this time.
Chapter 26- Trinity 'Trini' Chan-Kwan, the Angsty Assassin