Miss Jackson {b.u.}

{7}

I woke up, my head not feeling any better. I grabbed the puke bucket, and I felt a pair of hands hold my hair back, "it's okay, let it out." I felt comforted and I threw up. This has got to be a concussion. When I was done, Brendon set the bucket down, and I looked at him confused.

"My head."

He pushed my hair back and shook his head, "We should really get you checked out."

"Can I take some time?"

Brendon nodded his head and pulled me in. I shook my head and could feel myself becoming hot, "i have to go back."

"You're writing yourself a death note if you go back."

I tried to get up, but I instantly almost fell over. Brendon got up and made sure he got me, "Really?"

"I have to tell him i'm done, then i'll leave."

Brendon shook his head and I fell into him, crying, "stay, please."

"Can we just...go to the studio first? I need to grab something."

Brendon nodded his head and grabbed the shirt that was at the end of the couch and slipped it on. He slipped his slides on and you grabbed your wallet and shoes and slipped them on, "you need help?"

I shook my head, but he still helped me. I hated the fact that I had to stay with Keaton instead of Brendon. He walked me to the car and helped me get into the car, "you know, you don't always have to act tough, Brendon."

"Don't start that conversation."

"Why am I the only one that you don't act so tough for?"

Brendon kept his eyes on the road, driving with one hand and using his other hand to talk, "you bring this sense of comfortability. I feel at peace around you. I don't know how you do it, Joanne. But, god you're good at it."

We arrived at the studio and I walked into the audio room, closing the door behind me. I was mumbling under my breath about how Brendon needed to calm down and that I needed some time off and I turned around quickly, looking out the window and Brendon was missing. My eyes shifted to the figure of my boyfriend, "god, Jo. All you ever fuckin do is nag and complain and you're always here at this goddamn studio and red carpet events with brendon urie. you're fucking him-"

"fuck you."

I walked toward the door but he grabbed my arm tightly. His grip became tighter and tighter to the point where it began to hurt. Brendon, Keaton and I were the only ones who were in the building today, and I know Brendon could see me through the glass, as I could see him, "get the fuck off of me."

He pulled me close and his hand raised. I flinched for a second, but he struck me straight across the face. He shoved me to the floor. The door open loudly, "do you feel better now that she fell to the ground?!"

"stay the fuck away from my girlfriend."

"you know what we do to guys who beat women?" Brendon uttured and inched closer to Keaton. I got up sluggishly and I tried to push them apart. Brendon tried to ignore me, but he grabbed my shoulders and guided me to the seat. I fell back in the chair and relaxed, or tried to.

"You're a scrawny cunt," Keaton began and spit at Brendon, "my girlfriend and I are leaving."

Keaton turned and grabbed my arm. I knew Brendon could beat him if he was given a better chance. I left a blank expression on my face as he dragged me out and back into his car. I feared the silence in the car, meaning i'll probably get the beating of my life when I get home.

We walked into the apartment and I set my stuff down. Silence still coming from Keaton. I gulped and didn't know what to do, "you wanna explain to me—why the fuck you left?!"