Go see what’s wrong with Jamie

After saying our goodbyes I decide that I will just have a longer afternoon nap and it’s best to go find out what’s going on now.

Knocking on the door, Jamie does not answer, but clearly through the door I can hear her crying. I use my key and walk in, calling out that I have entered. Following the sounds of her sobs I trace her to the kitchen where I can see she is already deep into a bottle of gin.

"You really don’t need that you know. If you want to talk, I am right here." I offer in a kind soothing tone.

Clearly she has been drinking for a while as her speech while not incoherent, is quite slurred, "Ish becuz of yoooo that I'ms fooked. Ish all yer fauwt. Jus fook off!"

Initially taken back by her lashing out I quickly cool my instinct to fight back when I remember she is drunk and my reason for being here. "Why don’t you give me this." Crossing the kitchen I take her bottle of gin and return it to the **** cupboard. Clearly done with it anyways, only mild protests escaped Jamie at the removal of her drink of choice.

Taking the seat beside her at the table I spin her and her chair to face me. "Listen, Jennifer and I are always here for you. You know that we love you and anything you could possibly need of ours is yours." I pull Jamie from her chair and into my arms and hold her firmly.

Though she fights for a moment, Jamie's struggles quickly dissipate once she realizes that she it trapped. "Yoo rilly dunt get it. It rilly iz all yer fauwt. Yer fauwt and Jennifer'z fauwt. I saw yoo furst, an, an, an, she, she, she I showed yoo my bummm. Then she, she, she..." And with that Jamie dug her face into my shoulder crying.

I let my mind roll through the many memories of inappropriate moments with Jamie but my mind settles on our meeting this morning in the kitchen. Thinking I might understand what she is going on about it has me confused as I don’t know what it has to do with Matt breaking up with her tonight. "Are you talking about this morning?"

Nodding her head into my shoulder I still can’t draw the line between that and Matt. "Ok, so what does that have to do with Matt?"

"Matt’z an assswhole. An yer, an yer a.. yer aaa..." Jamie suddenly goes limp in my arms, passed out from being drunk.