Chapter 33: Dislocate

"I'd offer you more wine but..." Annika raised the empty bottles and shook it.

It was dark outside but warm candles lit up the living room. The rest of the house was silent, as his parents were fast asleep. Luke stood in front of us, his tired blue eyes fixing onto me. He made a subtle motion of his head and I understood. "I'm going up," he said, noticing that we were all drunk now.

"I'll come with you," I said, suddenly feeling a bit too tipsy for any sudden movements. So I suggested, "Maybe you can join us for a few minutes? It's not that late."

"It's 2AM."

"It's early," I agreed.

It's technically morning.

"Yeah, the evil stepmom's asleep and dad..." Jake said, resenting how much time Mr Dawson spent with his favorite son. "Well Luke, how about you tell us how dad's doing?"

"Sure," Luke said coldly, "Maybe then you'll put an arm around me too."