Chapter forty-seven
Jon
I sigh once I close the door. I bet he's all in feelings right now. He probably lashed out at her and that's why she ended things. I'm sure he'll convince her to give him another chance. Women have never been able to resist him in spite of his disrespectful habits. He can be a nice guy when he wants to be. When he cares about someone, he really cares. I just have yet to see him care about a girl like that. Well, except for...
I turn the door handle to his room.
"Hey, Matt. Can I....." I stop talking when I see the state of the room. There are rose petals and fragments of glass.....scattered all over the floor. I thought he was done doing stuff like this. I look up at him. "What the hell....." I see the bottle of vodka in his hand and the glassy, distant look in his eyes. Oh no. "Matt, you....why are you holding that?" I point at the vodka and he maintains his unemotional expression. I know right under the surface, trouble is brewing. He's going to explode any minute. It looks like he already has. "Matt, you spent years getting sober. Why....why are you doing this to yourself."
He opens his mouth. "I don't care, Jon."
"You should. You went through a lot getting sober."
"You're not my parent, Jon."
"No, I'm your friend and I don't want to see you like this....again. I've seen you like this too many damn times. In the morning you're going to the AA meeting." he throws the bottle across the room and it breaks at contact with the wall. "What the fuck, Matt!" he continues leaning back against the headboard of his bed, unaffected. He's such a brat sometimes.
"Get your sorry ass up and help me clean all this shit up." he picks up a chunk of glass and starts examining it. "No, no, no." I walk over and take the glass from him. No telling what he was thinking of doing with it.
"What happened?" I go into his closet and take out a garbage bag. His room is so messy and dirty. I don't mind it but I would never keep my room like this. I put a broom and dustpan in his closet in hopes of encouraging him to clean but I don't think he's ever used it. I get the broom and dustpan and start to sweep up all the loose glass and rose petals. He's pretty guarded about his feelings but he does occasionally tell me things which is rare because he has minor trust issues.
"I fucked up. Why'd you come in here?" He asks in a monotone voice. I want to say something sarcastic but I don't.
"I needed to borrow a towel. Come to find out you're fucking drinking. Why exactly are you drinking?"
"I'm going to go get a glass of water." he stumbles over to the door and opens it, walking out of the room and leaving me to clean up his mess. I spot his phone on the bed. I see a picture of Novah, smiling. I see lots of people behind her and colorful lights.
This was at the carnival.
She has such a nice smile. She's a very pretty girl. Matt needs to take care of her.....or someone else will.
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