Yellowstone

Chapter 5 - Lovely

TRIGGER WARNING

"Come pick me up, scumbag." Beth snarled into the phone. "Drive yourself." Jamie retorted.

"Jamie. I am drunk. And I cannot drive. Therefore, I need you to pick me up." She growled.

Jamie sighed. "Fine. Since you asked so nicely." He snapped. Jamie hung up and stood, taking the keys for his truck.

Jamie held onto the steering wheel with a white-knuckled grip the whole way there.

Beth stumbled into the passenger seat, a drunken smirk on her face.

"This is sad. You're sad." Jamie muttered as he drove.

Beth only hummed and continued to work at her lighter to light a cigarette. That is, until Jamie yanked it from her grasp and tossed it into the back.

"Dad asked you to help. And this is not helping." He huffed.

"You have no idea what I'm doing." She replied, leaning over to poke his cheek with a finger.

"Yeah, I do! I-I know what you're doing, you're doing what you always do! You're making a giant cry for help. Help from what, who the fuck knows, Beth! So just keep it up. Keep acting like the only thirty-four year old on spring break and we'll all keep giving you attention." He snapped.

"Dad asked me to wreck Jenkins and I am wrecking him." She said, a snarl in her tone.

Jamie only chuckled, a smirk on his face. "I bet you could wreck him stone cold sober, Jamie. Huh? I bet you suck dick like there's-"

She was cut off when Jamie shoved her head against the window and held her there. She managed to squirm out of his grip and land a couple punches on his shoulder. He leaned away from her, laughing.

"That make you feel good?! Huh?! Big man!" Beth taunted.

Jamie cocked his head lightly. "Yeah, actually it was quite liberating. Like I had a massage." He shot back.

"Fuck you! Fuck you!" She exclaimed, holding up her middle finger to him.

"I'm the only one you haven't!" He retorted with a chuckle.

"You know why you're so soft, Jamie? It's 'cause you never lost. You've never lost anything is your whole soft fucking life!" She snarled. Jamie stayed calm.

"Well, I lost the same mother and brother you lost." He replied.

"You don't have them! You didn't lose them! There is a difference!"

Jamie let out a huff through his nose. "Ok, well I can't fucking wait to hear this. Why don't you explain the difference to me Beth?! Give me your goddamn insight!" He yelled.

Beth reached into his glovebox and pulled out his pistol. "I'll show you the difference." She muttered, closing the compartment and switching the safety off. She held the barrel to her chin, looking Jamie in the eye.

"You gotta watch them die to lose them." She rasped. Jamie sighed, smirking once again.

"Well I should be so lucky." He said arrogantly.

"You're incapable of hurting yourself, Beth, it's just everyone else you don't mind beating up."

Beth cocked the gun. Now all she had to do was pull the trigger.

Jamie looked over at her.

"Do it." He said quietly. "Please. Do it. Do the whole world a fucking favor." His voice was emotionless.

A loud bang sounded as the gun fired. Jamie slammed on the brakes and his truck came to a screeching halt.

Beth's lips were slightly parted as she looked at him. She was holding the gun away from herself now. "You gotta watch them die to really lose them, Jamie." She said, her voice breaking. He swallowed hard.