My Man

Chapter 18

Arthit's POV

"Aren't you gonna say something?"

"No"

"Are you guys gonna babysit me like this every day?"

"Yes"

"Don't I get a say in this?"

"No"

"Arghhhh!! It's not helping by any chance you know. I can take care of myself."

"Who said anything about helping?"

I know the one-word answers were getting on Jason's nerves. But this was not just payback for moping around the house with old sweats, unshaved face and a half-empty whiskey bottle making us worried. I still wasn't quite comfortable with talking to him about his relationship situation even though I was not the one who got pregnant without telling him. Ok, that was not only stupid but shows me how much of a coward I am still when it comes to confrontations.

I stopped the mindless scrolling through my phone and placed my coffee mug on the table with a sigh. I lifted my eyes to finally meet Jason's who had silently gone back to eating the breakfast that I have heated up the second time for him today. If he had tried to ignore me one more time, I would have forced it down his throat as my patience was wearing thin day by day. 

It has been three days since Prem woke up in the hospital. Kyle and I had been taking turns in looking after Prem and Jason by staying with them. It wasn't difficult to stay with Prem as it was more of a hanging out than downright babysitting even though he was the one in the hospital. But Jason was being nothing but a brat with his heartbreak. Don't get me wrong. I can completely understand that he is going through some difficult times. But how does drowning in booze and starving yourself going to help in any way? Why do people always resort to drinking when they are heartbroken. Even if it makes them escape the reality momentarily they somehow have to return back to the present to deal with it right? 

Trust me when I say running away never helps. I know there might be some people scoffing or rolling their eyes at me for saying this. You might think that I am one to talk since I have been doing nothing but running away from my problems for my entire life. As much it's hard to believe I have learned that the wise thing to solve a problem is to face it head-on and communicate rather than taking the coward's way out.

"My God! Why does it smell like something died in here?" Kyle was almost choking on his breath as he entered inside the apartment. I pointed towards the source beside me which made him shift his death glare towards Jason now. 

"Jason do the world a favor and move your ass out of that couch. You shower not just for your personal hygiene but for others as well. So will you please go and take a shower before it gets worse and I might be tempted to burn down our apartment?" he said removing his jacket and placing it on the coat rack. It was quite funny to watch Jason look at Kyle in surprise with a hung open mouth and his fork midway in the air. He placed his half-eaten pancake plate down and took a whiff of his shirt only to realize that Kyle was right.

Kyle came back to sit in the bean bag near me and almost sliding down to the floor. He rubbed his face with his hands before getting more comfortable by almost sleeping on the bean bag rather than sitting up straight. Seeing that Jason still hasn't moved from the couch he lifted his head to fix with a look that said what the hell was he still waiting for.

"What? Now?" Jason asked understanding Kyle's look.

"Yes. Now. I am not going to fix you a freaking bubble bath man. So get your ass moving" he said finally making Jason get into the shower.