(inspired by Scars)

You’d been with Jacoby for a few years now and you shared a house.

The two of you were always throwing parties and drinking; having fun. But lately, you’d been drinking excessively and Jacoby would always help you clean up the mess you’d make when you were out of it.

The last thing he wanted to do was judge you for this; he’d been there once upon a time. But you weren't taking the help, you brushed him off.

He’d had enough.

You woke up and your head was pounding, god you needed a drink. So with a groan, you got out of bed and headed to the kitchen to find Jacoby had dumped out all the bottles.

Jacoby was sitting on the couch, watching TV when he heard the empty glass bottles clinking together. “You’re up,” he said dryly. “How’s your head feel?”