Evening
So last night I delivered my Jack off at Harvey's for their night out. I offered to take my phone off silent for Jack in case he missed the last bus at midnight but he said he would be, he usually is. My phone goes on silent mode at 9pm so I dont have it going off.
I came home and made sure Oz was ok, I put him to sleep eventually, I did some drawing, I painted my nails and then played pokemon in bed. Yeah normal evening for me
At 1:30am I woke up for a wee and thought I would check my phone to see if Jack was on his way home
I had 14 notifications....
13 messages from Jack
1 missed call at 1am from my family house phone....
WHAT THE HELL HAD GONE OFF!?
I read Jack's messages, all saying "help" "lost" and some that weren't english....
I rang him immediately, my heart pounding and my stomach had dropped to the floor. He eventually picked up, everything was flying through my mind at this point.
He was off his face.
He said he had got lost but think he knew where he was? I asked him where he was. He couldnt tell me. I asked him for what he could see. What he described I worked out he is at the local shops. So he was almost home. I offered to pick him up and he said no he would walk.
I put down the phone and texted mum just in case she was awake worrying about Jack
I could feel a panic attack happening
I couldnt bare the wait
just what had happened? why hadnt he got a taxi? had he walked from the city centre??
I stood in my short pyjamas at the top of my road at 1:40am waiting for him to appear at the bottom of the hill and he was there but running...Jack doesnt run. But instant relief flooded through me. A part of me wanted to rage off at him in the street but I was filled with too much relief and gratitude
he barely spoke walking to the house
We got inside and I could tell he was plastered.
He went straight to the bathroom, leaving me waiting for an explanation. At this point I cried
I had not been breathing properly like my throat had constricted and the adrenaline had passed as well so tears came.
He came out the bathroom and I asked "did you miss the last bus?" he said "must have done"...
what sort of an answer is that? hes not usually like this when hes drunk
I said "why didnt you get a taxi?" he said "thats a good question"...
this was very weird behaviour. He said "I think your mum called me"
I wasnt gonna get anything out of him tonight and he was very affectionate. Not like forcing anything just showering me with love, Jack is an emotional drunk. I said we should get to bed. Where he cuddled me - in the heat - and kissed me head lots, I moved away from his arms and stuff cus I knew that any minute this guy was gonna pass out. And thats what happened
I had to calm myself down and try and sleep.
I woke up at 8am and saw to Ozwald, I let him play outside. I stayed out the way of jack and let him sleep. I was doing jobs, I can do anything as he sleeps so deep.
My mum rang me and filled me, she said jack had rang the house phone at almost 1am saying he was lost and had no clue where he was. My family had all had a drink and were asleep. They couldnt drive to get him due to drink and mum was asking for landmarks and worked out where he was, he was somewhere near our village but not quite there. Mum talked him through the way home and she could tell he wasnt right but kept him talking as she was worried he would pass out in the street. She asked if his drink had been spite but i hadnt spoke to him yet. I apologised. But she she was just happy he was home safe. We were both wondering if at this point he had walked two hours from the city centre to home. Its a long walk. its 40mins on a bus for gods sake
I was then doing my skin care and I heard Jack and went into him to find him on the floor crouched over, I thought he was throwing up. No. He was looking for Oz under the bed XD Oz had come through the patio, through the lounge, through the hall and into the bedroom. Jack had woke up to a bunny under the bed XD
I sat him down and he looked rough with pink eyes. Last night his pupils were big. I asked him to explain his evening. He had little memory....he couldnt remember anything. So I worried if he had been spite. it was like he was on drugs. But then he said "matt had been pouring my drinks so I wasnt watching how much I was actually having" he took over about half a bottle of gin. Which I think he polished off in 3 hours and what with 30c heat. It didnt go down well.
I looked after him, made him a breakfast cob of bacon and egg, got him coffee and a paracetamol and gave him comfort.
Then Matt txt 'did jack get home ok last night?'
so i told him what I knew
he then filled us in on the evening
Jack had got very drunk at Harveys, was being difficult about getting a taxi into the city from Harveys. matt had given water at Harveys to sober him and brought him bottles of water once they were in the city. jack was turned down from places for being too drunk and thrown out of another place for being too drunk...Harvey picked a fight with a crack head (harvey is a gentle nerd he goes aggressive when drunk but would not stand a chance in a fight) Matt and brandon then tried to put Jack in a taxi home with Harvey but he wouldnt have it, Harvey took a bus home but before all this matt got headbutted in the face by the crack head as he was trying to pull harvey away.
They put Jack on a bus to our village, not the bus we use but it would get him near home.
At some point drunk jack realised this is not his route so got off the bus, thats when he went to ring me but called my house phone a.k.a. my family phone. Thats where mum came in. So he hadnt walked all the way home thank god but far enough he must have been knackered.
Theo asked me how he was and if he got home ok. he had had too much
hes spent the whole day on the sofa.
I am just grateful he wasnt mugged or anything and he did get home. jesus jack.
I have done chores today, seen to Oz, went to my parents house and told them Jacks story. My dad was smirking the whole time as hes had loads of drunken action in his days.
I told him he owes me for worrying me and making me almost have a panic attack >.>
His mum rang him saying her best friends husband has had a stroke and has a massive brain tumour. She was upset. That happened in the night hes only in his 40s. Shes just rang again at 8pm saying hes being taken off life support. That escalated! poor guy. He has a wife and 2 young kids. awful. Jack didnt reveal his emotions to me. I dont know how he feels about it. He knows the guy very well tho.
Its a bit cooler tonight thank bloody god. Its been 32c again -____________-
Tomorrow its warm again then in the evening it says the whole night will be thunder storms!
