I followed her up the stairs to a bedroom.
In the room, her father was in a recliner with an oxygen mask attached to his face.
“No,” was all I could muster.
“Please,” she pleaded. A tear rolled down her face.
“Absolutely no fucking way,” I told her. I never would have talked her like that when we were together but we aren’t together and I have a bunch of liquid courage in me.
Should have went with Zima, you stupid whore.
“It’s spread too far,” she said. “He only has at most a few more months left”
“I don’t care,” I told her. Jack Daniels for the win. I definitely wouldn’t have talked to her like that if we were together.
Tears ran down her face.
“Please, I need your help. You’re our only hope.”
“I’m not Obi Fucking Kenobi,” I responded. Fuck! Jack Daniels makes me clever too.
“I’m sorry for everything, okay,” she tried hard to convince me but due to the Jack Daniels, I was a fucking rock.
I stayed stone faced. I was proud of myself. I was standing my ground.
She began sobbing uncontrollably.
“I’m not ready to lose my daddy,” she said in between sniffles.
Fuck.
I don’t want to talk about what happened next.