He threw his keys on the dresser and stumbled through the door, turning around slowly to slam it shut. He made his way over to his top kitchen cabinet, pulled out a glass and a bottle dusting it off. Filling the glass with some ice he flopped down on his couch.
The place he was in reminded him of the time he thought his career was over; he sat in this same spot, with the same bottle of whiskey only years before. He had only opened the bottle one other time before…
As he slowly twisted the top off a flood of pain shot through his heart. He promised himself he wouldn't do this, no matter what happened. But he had broken that promise already once before. It seemed any loss in his life brought him back to this bottle of whiskey.
His head lay low as he held the bottle in his hand, as he started to turn it over to pour his shoulders shook as he wept. His hands shook as the minutes passed, tears seeping down his face. With a loud yell he threw the bottle breaking it across his mantle.
He looked up as a couple frames fell to the ground at the impact. He stood up slowly pacing over to pick them up. He placed one of him and his friends from the academy back on the shelf, he knelt down to pick up the other and as he turned it around he fell onto his knees hitting the broken glass. He winced in pain but the larger pain surpassed the physical. He held the frame tightly to his chest as he wept.
Right at this moment he hoped someone would knock at his door and rescue him from the place he was in, but no knock came. Just the sound of cracking class under his knees and the ram parting of his own wailings.
The tears were a result of his loss as well as the fear of never having a friend like him again. The one that would always knock on the door, the one that would always be there.
He released the frame from his chest, grazing over the picture with his fingers. CD Parker stood on the left, his arm around Jimmy Trivette, the man to the right, Cordell Walker. He set it back up on the mantle and composed himself as he stood up. The pain of the glass cutting him non existent.
"How could you both leave me?" He muttered his voice soft. He walked back over to the couch and laid down. Placing his arm over his eyes he whimpered softly. The rest of the night he pondered what tomorrow would be like, and the day after that. Would he ever be able to find friends like them again? Would he ever find someone who rescued him like CD had, or strengthened his confidence like Walker had? The answer was no and he knew it.
Morning came quickly, and when he opened his eyes he was jolted with pain as he noticed the cuts on his knees. His eyes were swollen from the tears as he sat up. He limped over to the bathroom washing his face, and looking into the mirror he realized that last night wasn't a dream. He had lost his partner in a shoot out, came home, broken a bottle of whiskey and cried most of the night. He knew it was real and he had to start facing it right at that moment. After cleaning himself up, he grabbed his keys from the dresser.
A knock at the door.
A blonde woman awoke quickly, wiping her tears as she opened the door.
"Jimmy…"
"Alex, I'm so sorry…" The two embraced.
Maybe the answer wasn't No after all.
The End. Please Review.
As Always, Till Next Time
- Trivette Lover Heather
