Hello all! I would like to thank chloe2007 for asking for this request and I also want to apologise for taking so long to write it.
This is a multi-chapter story with Rachel, Jesse and Blaine as the central characters.
I would also like to sincerely apologise for the way I write Jesse. It's completely off character and I do not condone the behaviour he displays. If you are in a situation like this, you need to get out of it. Make sure you keep yourself happy!
I'm sorry it's been so long since I've written anything. Please forgive. I hope you all enjoy this.
"Mummy, mummy! Wake up, come and play with me!" Rachel opened her eyes to see her six-year-old daughter, Abigail, standing next to hers and her husbands' bed.
She sighed; it was a typical start to the morning. Abigail woke up early, which is saying something considering who her mother was. Rachel always thought she'd got an added dose of the morning gene thanks to both of her parents. "Ok, but keep quiet, your dad is still sleeping." Rachel warned, putting her finger to her lips and making the 'shush' gesture. Abigail nodded and held up her arms to her mother, wanting to be carried.
Rachel looked towards her to the bed at her husband, sighed again and picked up her little girl to take her downstairs.
Rachel was glad to see Jesse in their bed since it wasn't always the case. Not long before, he'd lost a job that he'd loved and had been extremely passionate about and he'd struggled to get something else. He'd fallen into a bit of depression and so spent a lot of his nights drinking and a lot of his days sleeping. Sometimes he'd come back home while it was still dark outside but that wasn't always the case.
"Is daddy ok?" Abigail whispered to her mother as they were walking downstairs.
"I honesty don't know." Rachel whispered truthfully to her daughter.
When Rachel got home from work that night, she was thankful to see that Jesse was home. She was less thankful to see that not only was he drinking and not paying attention to the daughter they shared, but he'd also sent home the babysitter.
"Jess, why did you send the babysitter home when you're not going to look out for Abi?" she asked as soon as she'd walked through the door, deciding to not beat around the bush.
He looked at her and sneered. "What the hell are you talking about, woman?"
Rachel grit her teeth, she really didn't want to start and argument, especially not when Abigail was home and awake. "You're here drinking, not paying attention to your daughter. Why?" she asked.
"The perfect mother is here now. She'll be fine." Jesse sneered, getting himself off the couch, walking past her and leaving the room.
Rachel heard the door slam to the basement moments later, making her flinch. She took off her coat, hung it up and then walked to her daughter in her playroom and sat down on the floor beside her.
"Why is daddy so sad?" she questioned. Rachel knew she'd heard everything.
Rachel thought about how to answer the question to someone so young that wouldn't make her ask more questions. "Daddy is just having a hard time right now. Do you know how you go to school and you're gone all day?" the little girl nodded. "Well mummy and daddy also go somewhere for the whole day and we do work. Right now, daddy isn't working, and he misses it." She explained, hoping that her six-year-old would understand.
"So, it makes him drink and act funny?" she asked innocently.
Rachel was shocked. She thought she'd been able to shield Abigail away from the effects of Jesse's drinking.
"Um…yeah, I guess it does." Rachel said, feeling defeated.
Abigail was quiet for a long time. Rachel kept a close eye on her to see if she could guess what was going through her daughter's head. Abigail frowned before looking at her mother. "I don't like it when daddy drinks. I don't think he should do it anymore."
Rachel wanted to cry. She pulled her daughter into her so she could give her a big hug and to try and stop herself from tearing up. "I don't like it either, baby."
The night, when Abigail was in bed and Jesse was still in the basement, Rachel decided to go and talk to him. After her daughter's revelation, she'd decided that they couldn't live like this anymore. Abigail deserved a father that was going to be there for her, and Rachel deserved to be able to come and not worry how her husband was going to be.
Rachel walked down to the basement to find the TV blaring and Jesse sitting in front of the TV, a glass of rum in his hand and an empty bottle of rum on the side table next to where he was sitting. Rachel wouldn't have been surprised if he'd brought that bottle earlier that day.
Rachel walked over and picked up the empty bottle and looked it over. Jesse barely acknowledged her.
"This has to stop, Jesse." Rachel silently begged. Jesse ignored her again. "Jesse, did you hear me?" she asked, a little louder this time.
"I heard you, I just don't care about what you're saying." He said, not taking his eyes away from the TV.
Rachel's eyes filled with fury and she snatched away Jesse's glass before he had a chance to react. Jesse then turned to look at her and she noticed that he looked about as angry as her.
"What the hell do you think you're doing?" he asked angrily. He tried to grab at his glass, but because he was sitting down, Rachel was too quick and moved her hand away. "Give me back my drink!" he said, speaking in a low voice to frighten Rachel. She known him for so long it was going to take more than that to frighten Rachel.
Rachel narrowed her eyes at him. "This has to stop Jesse! I did not sign up for this when we got married. This is going to destroy our family if you carry on the way you're going." She screamed, trying hard not to cry. She didn't want to give him the satisfaction of seeing her cry.
It didn't matter though, Jesse looked like he couldn't care less about what she was saying. As if the threat of the end of their 8-year marriage was nothing more than a mild inconvenience. He shook his head and stood up. "Yeah, right." He said, chuckling snidely and pushing past Rachel. "if you're not going to give me my drink back, I'll just go somewhere where I can get another drink. See ya." He said before leaving the basement. Rachel tried to go after him but before she'd even got up the stairs, the front door had slammed, and Jesse had left the house.
Rachel's shoulders slumped, feeling emotionally drained. She went into the kitchen, getting rid of the empty bottle and putting the glass into the dishwasher. She then went into her living room, sat down on her couch and finally allowed herself to cry.
I hope you enjoyed the first chapter of this new story. Let me know what you think?