Kidnapped, Unfortunately

Chapter Forty

I was in my room changing into pajamas when a loud noise sounded outside my door.

I ignored it at first with a shrug, but it kept getting louder, so I decided that I was never going to be able to get any sleep with that racket going on, and I opened my door and marched out into the hallway.

The noise came again, and it sounded like glass clanking coming from the direction of Jacob's room.

What was this guy up to now?

I walked over to his door, humming a tune, and knocked quietly.

Jacob's sluggish voice responded, "Noooooo."

I opened the door anyway to find a completely drunk Jacob laying on the floor in misery, surrounded by two bottles of wine and a bottle of vodka.

I cautiously stepped over the bottles and made my way over to Jacob.

"Um, are you ok?" I asked, looking around at his room. It was a complete wreck too.

His pillows were on the floor, the mattress was off the bed, his chair was on its side, trash was everywhere, and there was an odd hole in the wall that was almost exactly the size of Jacob's fist.

Jacob wiped his nose with the back of his hand and wailed, "NO! I'll never be ok again! I BLEW IT!"

"Blew it? Blew what?" I asked. "Your nose?"

"Yes," He said. "But also something else."

Before I could respond he took the vodka, took the top of, and took a large swig right from the bottle.

I watched him. "That's disgusting."

He stopped drink and began rolling around. "Oh, my life!"

Finally, I'd had enough.

"Ok, this is just pathetic!" I said, planting my hands on my hips. "You need to pull yourself together! So what if you've made a mistake, we've all made mistakes! I made a mistake in coming in here in the first place! The point is that you've just got to get up, and move on with your life. You can't change it, so what's the use wallowing around!"

He simply looked at me.

"I'm going to go get you some water, and then we are gonna figure this out, you hear me?" I ordered, them turned around to leave before he could reply.

I shut the door a bit aggressively, and walked over the stairs and down them, muttering under my breath.

When I reached the kitchen, Camille was sitting at the table, eating some pasta.

She raised an eyebrow at me. "What are you doing up so late?"

"Jacob's having a mental breakdown," I explained, opening up a cabinet to get down a glass.

As I filled it with tap water, Camille laughed. "I've heard that one before. He's a handful."

"I could never handle him," I added, turning off the tap. "Night."

She wished me a good night as well while I mounted the stairs and returned to Jacob's room.

I opened his door without knocking.

"Here's your- Hey!"

Jacob was still on the floor, and was done finishing up the last of the entire bottle of vodka.

He took the last swig, and tossed it aside.

I looked at the bottle, and then looked back at him. "What the hell?"

He moaned, and fell backwards onto the floor. "I'm feeling depressed."

"I can see that," I said, looking around.

"I'm drunk," He added.

I rolled my eyes. "I give up. Just get yourself to bed."

And with that I threw the water at his face.

He coughed and spluttered, and I turned to leave, but before I couldn't reach the door, he cried out, "Ale!"

I paused and turned around.

He's drunk, and he wants to drink MORE?

I knew this guy was unstable.

"Ale," He said again, sitting upright.

"Yeah, yeah, I hear you," I said. "You want some hard alcohol."

"No!" He moaned, flopping back on the floor. "Ale!"

"You know what, I can't be around you when you're like this! Go get your own damn alcohol!" I said, and then turned and walked out the door.

I was still cross when I hopped into bed and pulled the covers up to my chin.

I closed by eyes, trying to block out Jacob's incessant whining in the other room

This was gonna be a long night.