The Tragedy of Felix and Jake Read Online J. Daniels

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Before I took my shower last night, I emptied my pockets on the nightstand, just like I always do. It’s a habit. I didn’t think.

I made it so easy for him.

There’s probably no point in searching for the cash I know I had in there, but I walk over and do it anyway, and it’s gone. All of it.

Asshole took my credit card too.

I blink away tears, angrier with myself than anything.

He’s predictable, and I fell asleep with a fucking smile on my face and slept without a single worry all because Jake threw out a compliment I had to practically beg for, when I should’ve remembered who my dad is and locked up my stuff.

Now, my room is trashed, I’ll have to cancel my credit card, because there’s no way I’m getting that back, my dad’s getting drunk on mouthwash and renting out rooms to homeless people, the stench up here isn’t all the way gone—I still smell it standing this close to the bed, so it looks like I might be tossing out this mattress too. I don’t know where to even begin looking for the deed to the house and I’m worried I’ll never find it. I’m hungry and I want my fucking leftovers. My brand-new toothbrush is garbage now. I’m so angry it’s taking everything in me not to cry, and the one person I want to call to come over and be with me right now can’t even be with me all the way.

Fuck everyone.

Fuck everything.

And fuck being sober.

That last thought scares me so bad, my breaths become shallow and a warm pressure fills my head. I feel myself panic.

I need to find a meeting.

I’m cursing out my father as I grab jeans and an old Henley off the floor, laying a flannel over it and leaving the rest of my clothes where they are for now.

I dress and put on socks, stepping into my boots, the laces tied off, and grab my wallet while looking around for my keys. I left those on the nightstand too.

Keys. Keys. Keys.

I search the floor and underneath the bed. Behind the nightstand. Around the bathroom sink. I bend down and shake out my clothes. Nothing. Then I blink at the open doorway.

The house is silent now.

“Shit.”

I rush out of the room and sprint down the stairs, calling out, “Dad! Dad!” I turn the corner and enter the kitchen.

And I find it empty.

Bursting out of the house, I jump off the porch and land in the muddy path, sliding in the slick, and I’m pulling on wet hair until it burns because my dad and his hobo friend stole my fucking car.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

WhatdoIdoWhatdoIdo

I run back inside the house to grab my phone so I can call Dean and tell him what happened and ask him to get me to a meeting, now.

Please, I might do something if you don’t take me.

And I need to call Jake because I need him, I don’t care about the fucking rule anymore.

Please, I might do something if you don’t take me.

But my phone isn’t on the couch where it should be and it isn’t stuffed between the cushions either.

And now I’m realizing just how stupid I am because I made everything so easy for him.

I track mud all over as I pace and I pace, because I don’t know what to do now.

I don’t have a car and the closest anything is miles away.

I don’t have a way to call the only two people who care about me (don’t they?) because I never got a house phone (who needs both?).

I move aimlessly and watch wood planks disappear beneath my feet until the flooring changes to piss yellow tile, and I look up before I run straight into the kitchen table that’s covered in chewed-up food, and beside the empty jug of OJ there’s a dusty baggie of white and a single blue pill, and next to it—

a line of coke cut just for me.

THE FINE ART OF LOSING MY SHIT

JAKE

“JAKE. HEY. YOU getting up?”

I raise my head off the pillow and peer over my shoulder at my brother. I blink my eyes into focus.

CJ is standing in my bedroom doorway, dressed for the gym.

“What time is it?” I ask.

“Almost nine. You’re late as shit. Did you call Reed?”

“I’m off. He already texted me.”

“Why? Because of the rain?”

“Yeah.”

“Must be nice. I forgot about that little job perk.”

Rain shuts down certain job sites. This is the second time I’ve woken at four o’clock to a text from Reed about the weather, and even though it’s cool having a random day off and getting to jump back into bed, you lose a day of pay.

I’d honestly rather work.

“You wanna go to the gym with me?” CJ asks.

“I guess,” I mumble.

I rub my face against the pillow, yawning, my body going lax and my eyes drifting closed again.

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