|Jesse Delacroix (delacroix_) wrote in nevermore_logs,|
@ 2016-05-12 04:59:00
|Current music:||P!nk - Just Like Fire|
|Entry tags:||jesse delacroix|
Who: Jesse, open to JJ and the rest of the house
What: Things are really bad
When: Thursday night
Where: Their house
Warnings: Talk of drug use
When two weeks had gone by with no word from Nicholas, Jesse had been a bit disappointed, but he mostly understood. Nicholas had told them he was going to be really busy down in NOLA, so Jesse made do by sending a barrage of texts, regardless of whether or not he got an answer. (He never did.)
But then the third week came and went, and still no contact. And that fucking letter had arrived today. Jesse had read it twice, before stalking off and punching a sofa cushion so hard, he'd managed to tear it. Sure, it was Nicholas' handwriting, but the words were all wrong. He didn't talk like that. He didn't sound like that, and Jesse knew in his heart that it wasn't true. The three of them fit so well together, not to mention the family they were building for themselves. Nicholas wouldn't abandon all of that. He just wouldn't.
So right now, Jesse felt like he couldn't take a full breath. He felt like he was going half out of his mind with worry, and he couldn't concentrate on anything longer than two minutes. He desperately wanted to go and get his drugs from the closet, but it wouldn't be fair to JJ. She couldn't take the escape that they offered, and so neither would he. No matter how much he wanted to.
He was really, really tired of terrible things happening to the people he loved. Ade and Isaiah when he'd been gone, Jayden's abduction, and now one of the loves of his life was missing, right before their child was due to arrive. It was too much to process for any one person. So Jesse figured no one would blame him for what he did next. He grabbed the comforter off of their bed, went to find JJ, and wrapped it around the both of them. Whatever she needed right now, he'd do his best to give it to her.