Jason Pov
I walk through the door and see Kimberly sitting there on the couch with her legs folded underneath her.
She looks over at me as I walk past her, going to my room to change clothes.
I take off the jeans and slide on a pair of shorts. I look into the mirror, looking at myself. I reach up, running my hand through my hair. I can barely recognize myself. I guess my looks match the way I feel inside because I no longer feel like myself inside either.
I leave the room going into the kitchen to put my signature stamp on my day. I grab a bottle of Remy Martin out of the cupboard and head back into the living room. I look at Kimberly sitting on the other end of the couch with her legs folded under her. I take a seat on the couch, putting my legs up on the table, looking over at the tv, not really caring what movie it's is that's playing. I never really pay much attention to the tv while I drink. I just use the sound of the tv to help push away the depressing silence.
I twist the cap off the bottle and take a gulp, patiently waiting for everything to fade away.
Before all of this, I wasn't a fan of drinking. I never understood why someone would put this disgusting poison into them, but now I understand, it helps. It helps make your everyday problems disappear. You become an emotionless shell. No pain, no anger, no worries, just nothing. And that's what I want. I want to feel nothing.
I take another gulp of the liquor, feeling the liquid burn the back of my throat as it makes its way down. I sit here looking at the tv, taking sip after sip. I take short pauses before bringing the bottle back to my mouth for another sip.
As I drink from the bottle, out the corner of my eye I see Kimberly keep looking over at me.
"If you have something to say then say it, otherwise stop staring upside my head." I continue to look at the tv, taking another sip from the bottle, not looking over at her.
"You shouldn't drink that stuff so fast." She says.
I let out a sigh. "Keep your opinions to yourself." I look over at her, taking another sip from the bottle in my hand. She needs to worry about herself and just watch tv like she did yesterday night while I drank.
"You're the one who just told me to say what I had to say, otherwise stop staring upside your head, so I did." I guess I did tell her to say what she had to say, but I didn't really mean for her to say anything. I just wanted her to stop looking upside my damn head every time I drink from the bottle.
"Well, your opinion isn't wanted or needed." I have enough people telling me what they think and I don't care. They all can take their opinion and shove it up their ass.
"Fine, I was just saying." She frowns a little looking back over at the tv.
"And I'm just saying keep your opinion to yourself because you don't know anything about me to tell me what I shouldn't and should do." I take another sip from the bottle, starting to feel the effects of the liquor a little.
I hear a sound come from her as if she got something else to say. "What does that little hmph sound suppose to mean?" I ask looking over at her, frowning a little.
She looks over at me for a second. "Nothing." She shakes her head, looking back over at the tv. I could see that she was about to say something, but decided against it.
I take another sip from the bottle, looking over at her. She doesn't know me at all so what could she possibly have to say. "If you have something to say then say it," I say curious to know what she could have to say since she doesn't know anything about me. As she said, I could be a psycho rapist for all she knows.
"You tell me to say what I have to say, then turn around and tell me to keep my opinions to myself. So it's nothing." She says shaking her head a little as she continues to watch the tv.
"You don't know me so what could you have to say?" I want to hear what she has to say, but honestly, I could care less.
"You're right, I don't know anything about you. But being a psychology major it's not hard for me to see that you're using that as a coping mechanism." She looks at the bottle, before looking back at me.
I frown a little, looking at her. "Just because I'm drinking that means I have to be using it as a coping mechanism? Yeah, fucking right." Just because she took some stupid class doesn't mean she knows anything about me. I don't need alcohol to cope. I choose to drink because I want to, not because I have to. "Is there anything else you think you know about me just because you took some stupid class?" I asked taking another sip, feeling everything slowly starting to fade away.
She just looks at me for a second as if she's think of what to say. "You have this I don't care about anything attitude. You drank last night at a fast pace and now you're doing it again, drinking at a fast pace as if you're trying to rush the effects of the liquor, maybe to wash your problems away."
I hold back a growl, not liking the way she just picked me apart. "You don't know shit about me." I glare over at her sitting on the other end of the couch.
"You're the one who asked and told me to say what I had to say, so don't go getting pissed at me." She glares back at me, not submitting under my glare as a she-wolf would.
I take in a breath, calming myself. "I'm not pissed. You don't know anything about me so what you say really don't matter." I take another sip from the bottle, not caring about what she thinks she knows. "Why don't you use those psychology skills and solve your own damn problems, because it's clear that you have some." I don't need to be a psychology major to see that she have problems of her own. "So don't sit here judging me when you have problems yourself. For all I know you probably need this bottle way more than me." I say looking back over at the tv.
How the fuck is she going to call out my problems when she has problems herself. But unlike her, I don't go around worrying about other people and their problems. Maybe I shouldn't have asked her what she had to say. Maybe I should've never even brought her here, to begin with.
She let out a sigh. "I'm sorry if I came off as judgmental, that wasn't my intention. I wasn't judging you, Jason. I was just saying you shouldn't drink so fast. But you're right I don't know you and I probably shouldn't have said anything. I tend to talk too much even when I know I shouldn't say anything." She pauses for a few seconds. "Can I try some?" She asks.
I frown a little seeing her looking at the bottle in my hand. I look at the bottle for a second before holding it out to her and watch her lean forward, taking it from my hand. She takes a sip from the bottle and starts to cough. She gasps a little, holding the bottle out for me to take. I remember reacting the same way when I first had a drink.
She shakes her head. "That stuff is freaking disgusting. My freaking throat is burning." She says once she stops coughing. She sticks her tongue out as she rubs her throat, trying to get rid of the burning. "How do you drink that?" She asks frowning.
"I don't drink it for the taste, but for the feeling. I guess you get used to it after a while." I look at the bottle in my hand for a second before taking another sip from the bottle, feeling myself slowly becoming numb to the world.
"How does it make you feel?" She asks with a raised brow. It's clear that she doesn't drink. She probably never had a drink a day in her life until now.
I look at her for a second. I never talked to anyone about this. I normally sit here alone and drink until I feel nothing. "Empty I guess." I don't know if it affects everyone the same, but after I've had enough I feel nothing. The effects of the liquor only last about an hour or so before my high body temperature burns it off, but by that time I'm passed out drunk, then wake up in the morning like I never had a drink.
She looks at the bottle in my hand with a raised brow. "Can I try some more?" She asks.
I hand her the bottle again and watch as she takes a sip and starts to cough again. "That's horrible and strong." She frowns, swallowing, looking at the bottle in her hand, shaking her head, not wanting anymore. "I don't think I can get used to that." She hands me back the bottle, frowning at the burning sensation from the liquor.
I take the bottle from her hand, taking a sip, enjoying the burning in the back of my throat as the liquor makes it's way down. I lean my head back resting it against the couch, watching tv, sipping from the bottle, feeling empty.
KimberlyI wake up still on the couch the next morning. I look over to see Jason still on the other end of the couch, with his long legs still propped up on the table, sleeping. I reach up rubbing my eyes, yawning.I slowly stand up, grabbing Jason's empty bottle off the table and head into the kitchen to cook breakfast.As I cook Jason walks into the kitchen, going over grabbing a glass, before walking over to the sink filling it.He walks over, taking a seat, drinking from the glass, not looking over at me. I can see that his, I don't care about anything attitude is back. Last night after the effects of the liquor took over, it changed his attitude, but not much. He was a little more talkative than he has been these last two days that I've been here.He seems like a
JasonWhen I make it home, I see that Kimberly isn't here. I look over at the time to see that it's 11:00 pm. The buses don't run at this time. I told her that it wasn't safe for her to be walking the streets at this time of night. If she managed to run into more trouble, then it'll be her problem to deal with.I take a seat on the couch, letting out a sigh. I went to see the oracle today that May told me about. When the old lady held my hands, her eyes rolled into the back of her head and she started to chant some gibberish. I don't know if the oracle was much help or not, but she did manage to irritate me with all the riddles she was speaking in. I never understood why oracles speak in riddles, instead of just telling people what the hell they need to know. She said
KimberlyPovI slowly sit up on the couch, rubbing the sides of my head, trying to stop the throbbing pain. I look over seeing Jason on the other end still sleeping. I guess this is what a hangover feels like and I don't like it. I reach over grabbing the remote, turning off the loud tv.As I slowly stand up, I feel myself having to throw up. I quickly make my way to the spare room, going into the bathroom throwing up inside the toilet. After throwing up twice, my stomach felt better, but not much.I brush my teeth, before heading into the kitchen. I go over to the refrigerator grabbing a bottle of water, before taking a seat. My body feels so weak and my head is killing me. I take a sip of the water, before laying my head down on the countertop, closing my eyes, hoping that the throbbi
Jason PovThe next morning I feel myself being shaken.I slowly open my eyes to see Kimberly standing there completely dressed, then I remember her telling me that she start work Monday morning. I glance over at the clock to see its 9:05 a.m., why the hell is she waking me up."I'm about to leave for work, I left your breakfast in the microwave." Did she really just wake me up to tell me some shit like that. I let out a groan, closing my eyes as I turn over to sleep. A few seconds later I hear the front door open and close, letting me know she has left.I lay here for a while, unable to fall asleep again. Giving up on going back to sleep, I sit up letting out a sigh, running my fingers through my uncut hair.Hearing my stomach growl, I get
KimberlyPovNearly two weeks have passed since the night that Jason and I talked. He seems to be a bit more accepting of my presence around his place. Sometimes he's a little more willing to talk to me and not get annoyed about it, mostly when he has been drinking tho. I've gotten comfortable enough with him to let my playful side out that seems to annoy him when I joke around.It's like sometimes he's friendly and okay with talking to me. Then he's back to being closed off, so that's when I decide to annoy him. I realized annoying him always gets him to talk to me, even if it's him telling me to leave him the hell alone and stop being annoying. But I find it all funny. I learn to not take his close off and mean side personally.I don't feel like I'm
Jason PovAfter eating dinner, I sit here watching tv and drink, while Kimberly sleeps on the other end of the couch. Over the past two weeks, I have grown a bit used to seeing her here, but I think she's probably the most annoying person that I've ever met. But for some reason, I have mixed feelings about her annoyance. Even though she's very annoying, she doesn't treat me the way everyone else does.She's not intimidated by me being an alpha. She's not afraid to say what's on her mind, even if she knows I don't want to hear it. She says what she has to say, instead of not saying anything and just look at me with pity like the others. Some of the things she says most wouldn't dare say to me. Ashley was this way. Ashley wasn't intimidated by me, but that's only because she was my mate and knew I would never
KimberlyPovI get back to Jason's condo after work to see that he's not here. He'll probably be back later tonight like normally. I head into the spare room to change into more comfortable clothes. After changing I head into the living room and grab the remote off the table, before taking a seat on the couch. It feels good to get off my feet after walking around waiting tables all day at the diner. My feet and legs always ache after being on them all day.I let out a sigh, turning the tv on and start to flip through the channels. This is what my days mostly consist of. I go to work then come back here and watch tv to pass the rest of the time. I like when Jason is here when I get back for work so I can have someone to talk to. It's mostly a one-sided conversation, but it's better than being alone and b
Jason PovNot having anything to do today, I spend my time laying here on the couch watching tv. Last night I had sex with Emma. It's been so long since I've had sex with someone other than Ashley. Sex with Emma was nothing compared to the sex with Ashley. I have no feelings for Emma and share no connection with her. It was just sex, meaningless sex for pleasure.After sleeping with Emma she told me that it was everything that she imagined it would be. Right now she may think sex with me was amazing, but once she finds her mate she'll see that it doesn't come close to the pleasure that a mate can give you.I may have gotten pleasure for the sex with Emma, but on the other hand, it only made me miss the way Ashley would touch me. I guess I have to accept that I'll never