Wrong Feels So Right

Chapter 3: Wrong Feels So Right

"What's Jacob done now?" Michael says in anger as he throws his suit jacket on the back of the kitchen chair. "Is he upstairs? I'm gonna go-"

"No, don't." I frown, stopping Michael from leaving the kitchen. "He's asleep... I've already tried to wake him, but he's drunk..."

"Drunk?" Michael raises his eyebrows.

He sighs and rubs his forehead.

"Well, I'm gonna wake his drunk ass up." He says, turning around.

"No, please, Michael." I shake my head and stand up.

He turns back around and looks at me. We stare at each other and he walks closer to me.

"What's he done?"

I sit back down, and look away from his stare.

"It's nothing." I shake my head, holding back my tears.

"It's almost 1am, and you're sat on your own eating ice cream and crying. It's got to be something."

I keep quiet and tuck my hair behind my ear.

"I told Jacob to apologise for how he's treated you, not make you cry." He makes a face.

"I know..." I sniff. "And he did... he came to my house and said he was sorry, and then he took me out for dinner."

"So, he did listen to me." Michael scoffs and raises his eyebrows. "That makes a change."

I wipe my eyes and look down at my hands.

"What else happened?" Michael asks.

"Jacob said we would watch a movie together, but then Bryce showed up. They got drunk and played games with each other all night, then after Bryce left, Jacob passed out on his bed."

Michael sighs and shakes his head.

"I probably shouldn't have said anything." I frown.

"Why? You're upset, and you have a right to be. I know I'm his Dad, but If he's acting this way then I want to know about it."

I go quiet and stare at my hands as tears begin to roll down my cheeks again. I hear Michael take a glass from the cupboard.

"I'm sorry." I sniff. "I didn't think you'd be home. Jacob said you were at work."

"Don't apologise." Michael says walking over to the kitchen table with a bottle of wine. "And you can eat as much ice cream as you want."

I show a little smile and wipe the tears from my eyes. I see he pours himself a glass and sips some.

"Do you want any?" He asks. "Or I can make you a coffee? Tea?"

"Um, yeah, I'll have some." I nod.

I think I need some alcohol right now. I watch him get another glass from the cupboard, and fill it up with red wine. He places it in front of me and I show a little smile.

"Thank you."

He takes a deep breath and sits down, running his hand through his hair. He looks tired and stressed.

"I probably should've stayed in a hotel tonight, but I thought I'd come home." He says before taking a sip of his drink.

I nod slowly. He probably regrets coming home now... Seems like maybe the meeting he had didn't go so well, but I don't question him on it. It's quiet between us for a few seconds while I drink my wine.

"What happened at the party last night?" He asks softly.

I glance at him and see him staring at me intently.