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“You did right by her, Wes. Lexi told me. You did the right thing, man.” I tried my best to console him, but it only seemed to make him worse.
He shook his head like some kind of injured beast. “No, she deserved so much better. She was a good woman. Fucking beautiful and—and—I made her fuckin’ sick.”
Christ.
“You didn’t make her sick. Sometimes shit just happens.”
Fuck, this was going to be a long night.
“She was miserable. And I made her that way. It is my fault. If I wasn’t such an asshole—fuck.”
I rubbed his shoulder and patted his back. “Look, how about I make us some coffee and something to eat?” I said, even though the thought of any of that made my stomach extremely unhappy.
But, if it helped to sober him up and get him away from whatever demons had their hold on him—it would be worth it.
Surprisingly, he nodded.
So, I got up, made coffee and French toast—then listened to a sad, broken man talk.
For hours.
What I didn’t expect it to turn into was me rushing to the bathroom—and Wes following behind.
He caught me with my head over the toilet. “Ah, ya poor fucker. Nothing like your first detox.” Then he flushed for me as I sat on the floor, curled up in pain. He crouched down and wiped off my face with a warm washcloth. “Go shower, Son. You smell like my fuckin’ stables. Then I need you to drive me somewhere.”
I clung to the washcloth. “Lexi hid the keys.”
He chuckled, then laughed until he roared. “I didn’t think she’d hide them on you, too. All right, I’ll call a cab or something. Meet me at the front door in half an hour.”
Before I could protest, he was gone.
Wes wanted to go somewhere?
I didn’t know where he thought he needed to go. But the one thing he was right about was the fact that I smelled horrible.
I plodded down the stairs to Lexi’s room and spent some serious time under the water.
Afterward, I felt almost human again.
When I trekked up the stairs to find my father-in-law, I found him sitting on one of the white couches.
He stood and I noticed he’d showered and shaved, too.
He pulled up the handle on a suitcase, and asked, “Ready?”
I gazed from the suitcase, then back to him. “For what?”
“You’re taking me to rehab.”
My mouth dropped open.
I had not been expecting that.
“Oh, okay, sure,” I said with more uncertainty than I should have.
The cab was already waiting outside, so off we went.
It only took about an hour to get there, and I walked in with Wes—who seemed to know the way.
