D is for Drunk
Jamie stumbles into the house closing the door behind him tears streaking his cheeks. All of the frustation from the past couple of months now bursting, no longer capable of being bottled up and hidden deep inside him. The thoughts of him being made of tooth picks and Danny of armour, maybe it's true.
The entire house was dark, everybody was long past asleep, the microwave clock reading 3:29. It was good to be home, not the place he stayed every night but home where his family is. In the darkness and a drunken stat he stumbles over his own shoes falling to the floor.
Frank sets jolt upright at the rucas from downstairs gripping his gun in hand he slowly makes his way downstairs, with Danny right behind him after deciding to stay here after him and Linda got into a fight.
Frank sets his gun aside when he sees the figuare that sat on the couch sobbing.
"Jamie, how many drinks did you have tonight?" Frank asks setting down beside his wreck of a son.
"Dad do you think that I'm weak conmpared to Danny? Danny never seems to get hurt and I manage to get hurt 3 times in a row." Jamie's frustation is obvious in his voice and all of it seemed to be directed at himself. "Some Reagan I am."
"Jamie your'e not weak. Your appendix wasn't your fault, you got a really bad sun burn and burned your hand on a pan and the car accidnet wasn't you fault either." Frank rubs his very drunk sons back soothenly.
"So I'm a trouble magnit." Jamie laughs.
"Considering how many fights you got into at school, trees youv'e fallen out of, how sick you've gotten, and how many times dad had to take you to the ER throughout the years I would say that is pretty accurate." Danny laughs patting his younger brother's back.
Jamie randomly bursts into laughter at this all signs of frustartion gone.
"Let's get you up to bed." Danny and Frank laugh helping the younger man to his feet.
"Your moustache is funny." Jamie laughs playing with his father's moustache.
"Ok kid." Danny grabs Jamie's hand away from their father's amused face.
"I don't want to hold your hand Danny!" Jamie yells as they head upstairs.
"Oh then I'll just have to give you a big kiss." Danny laughs enjoying his brother's dopeiness.
""Ewww." Jamie replies like a 5 year old.
Finally making it up the stairs they head into Jamie's old bedroom where Henery holds the door open laughing at his grandson.
As they go by Henery Jamie pats his father on the head like a he's a dog. They lower him onto the ned throwing a blanket over him.
In his drunkness Jamie accidnetly punches Danny in the face, which knocks his head against Frank's. The normal Jamie would feel guilty but not the drunk one he just laughed.
Cluching his nose Danny and his father walk out just before Henery leaves a glass of water and pain killers on the bedside table for in the morning.
Once safley outside the bedroom, with door closed, they all stand there listening to see what else drunk Jamie had to say.
" , I've missed you." Jamie laughs making the three older men laughing, rembering Jamie's stuffed bear from he was little.
"Danny's a dodo head. Shhhhh Daddy doesn't know but I snuck out and went to a party on my 15th birthday." Jamie laughs happily getting an eyebrow raised from his father.
'Busted' Danny mouths silently laughing. The three older men head to their rooms silently laughing at the younger man, the next morning would be quite enternaing.
Following morning
Jamie wakes with a major headachel. Downing the water and pain killer by his bed he heads downstairs holding his throbbing head in his hands.
"Dodo head?" Danny laughs "You really need to learn how to shut your mouth when your drunk kid."
"Snuck out?" Franks asks sipping his coffee with a knowing smirk.
Jamie just groans in response putting his head on the table knowing that whatever he said last night would be forever held against him.