A/N: This chapter was written back in September 2015, at that time I didn't like Renee Young. My views since then have changed, so anything bad about her written in this story is not how I feel about her. Just thought I would make this known so I don't receive backlash from anyone.
Jonathan Good stood in shock at the sight playing before his eyes. He had just walked in on his girlfriend Renee Paquette having sex with another man. In Jon's own home. Soon anger washed over him and he screamed, "Get the fuck out of my house, you dirty slut! I never want to see you again!" Tears stung his eyes as he watched her and her new lover quickly get dressed and run out of the house. He ran to the bed, ripping the sheets and pillows off his bed. He tossed them in the garbage and grabbed the lamp on the bedside table. Screaming, he threw it at the wall, the base shattering into pieces.
The tears were streaming down Jon's face. He needed this pain to stop. How to get it to stop though? Cut the pain away or drink the pain away? He then remembered that he had a whole bottle of whiskey in the kitchen.
After about an hour of drinking, he had downed the whole bottle of whiskey and was totally shit-faced. He grabbed his phone and searched through his contacts. Eventually he came to the name Sam Johnston. He clumsily hit the send button and waited for his best friend to answer.
Once he answered, Jon began to mumble incoherently. "Sami... I...did -hiccup- I everrrrr tell you -hiccup- I lurveeeeeeee you, man?" His words were slurring dramatically.
"Jon, are you drunk?"
"Yeahhhh..." He said, belching loudly. "I -burp- drank a whole -burp- bottle of whiskey. -hiccup-"
"What the fuck, Jon? Why would you down a whole bottle of whiskey? That could give you alcohol poisoning, you fucking dumbass."
"Bercaurse...I... -hiccup- caught Renee... -hiccup- in bed fucking another man... -hiccup- in my own house..." Despite being drunk, tears began to stream down his face.
"Oh shit, man...I'll be right over...please don't do anything else stupid."
Jon searched his cabinets for more alcohol. He found a bottle of vodka and opened it, guzzling the liquid straight from the bottle. He was so drunk that 10 minutes later, he didn't even realize that Sami had come in his house.
"Bro. Bro...YO JON!" He said, waving his hand in Jon's face. Jon looked at Sami and instantly broke down.
"Why?! Why did she cheat on me? Sami, why?!" Jon wrapped his arms around his best friend's shoulders and sobbed.
Sami sighed. "Because she's a good for nothing dirty fucking slut. To be honest, Jon, I never really liked her. You're better off without her, Jon."
Jon was trembling in Sami's arms, and he had begun to hyperventilate. Sami felt the trembling and he pulled away from Jon, looking straight into his eyes. "Jon. You have to calm down."
Jon tried to take deep breaths, but they just ended up coming back out as sobs. Sami sighed, unsure of how to get Jon to calm down. He cupped Jon's chin in his hands, looking deep into those icy blue hues. Suddenly, he felt lips on his, catching him off guard. "J-Jon.." He whispered. "You...you just kissed me.."
Jon didn't say anything, he had passed out, his body slumped against Sami's. Sami sighed, and carried Jon into the living room, figuring that Jon probably didn't want to sleep in the bed he recently found his ex fucking another man in. He laid Jon on the couch, covering him up with a blanket from the closet. Not wanting to leave Jon alone, Sami made himself comfortable in a recliner by the couch. He too soon fell asleep.
...
The next morning, Jon woke up with a pounding migraine. "Fuck.." He groaned. "What did I do last n-" His words were cut off by his stomach lurching. He threw his hand over his mouth, rushing to the nearest garbage can. He started vomiting violently, the force of the heaves making his head hurt a million times worse. He groaned again, not knowing why he felt like this.
