Jared Pov
I could tell the moment I walked into the living room that he was f*****g drunk. He was staggering against the door frame, his shoulder-length black hair loose around his shoulders. Honestly, he looked pretty bad in comparison to the last time he was here. He had actually tried before. Tried to impress our parents, or maybe Easton, I wasn’t entirely sure which but he definitely wasn’t trying now. I could see tear stains on his cheeks and his clothes were the same as the night before, but crumpled and covered in dirt and bloodstains, making me cringe. It was like he stayed the day in a bar or something. Dad was hovering over him with dark eyes, glaring at him and at my mom as if this was her fault. “This is your fault!” He screamed at her, growling. “If you weren’t so charita
