Miss Jackson {b.u.}

{11}

My eyes fluttered open, the light suddenly creating pain and pressure in my head. I turned quickly to look at the bed. I was in my apartment—but I had barely any recollection of what happened when I got to mine and Keaton's apartment. Keaton was missing from the bed. I got up quickly, feeling the vomit run up my stomach. I swung the bathroom door open, falling to the ground and puking in the toilet. I flushed it as soon as I was done. I stayed near the toilet for a few more moments before I got up. I shut all the curtains and kept dim lighting on around the apartment. I grabbed my bag, packing a few pairs of clothes—then left.

I walked through the doors of the two story building. I felt relieved to be here, solely for the fact that I didn't fear for my life when I was here. I slipped into my office—closing the door quietly. My hand grazed the seats arm rests and I sat down. I wasn't focused. I couldn't be focused. My head was pounding and it was hard to keep my eyes open. I set my head down on the desk and closed my eyes, relieving the pressure tensing in my head.
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"Jj!"

I jolted up, then quickly covered my eyes to stop the light from creating the immense and quick throbbing pain that would emerge over my whole head. Footsteps shuffled near me, "Jj, you okay?"

I set my head back onto the desk, "don't bother."

I felt his hand fall over mine, "what happened?"

"I don't know. I got to the apartment and that's all I remember."

I looked up, squinting my eyes at him. His hands were placed on his hip and anger arose in him. I dreaded telling Brendon these things. I didn't know what he was going to say, "i'm begging you, leave him, if not for me, leave him for your safety."

I got up and tried walking to my door and he put his hand up to stop me, "this is serious, Brendon. You don't understand until you've been in it."

"You're better than this. I'm better than him."

He grabbed my face and kissed me. But, remembered to be gentle. I pressed my hands against his face and kissed him back. I could feel sparks reigniting and it felt like I had just reunited with that one first love you have that slowly withers away into nothingness. It felt pure and rare, something that I had longed for and struggled to feel. He pulled away and kept his hands on my face, "you know you deserve more."

"I can't get more," I began and removed myself from him.

Brendon sat me down in the chair and I calmed down for a short moment. The immense head pain had slowly drifted back. I covered my eyes with my hand and closed them, "you sure you don't need to be taken to a doctor?"

"I-i'm fine. Trust me, concussions are nothing to me."

"Concussions are serious, y'know? They can cause a lot of brain damage."

I shook my head, keeping my eyes closed and keeping my hand over them. I excused myself and walked to the bathroom. I sat on the floor. Leaning my back against the wall. The coldness of it all made all of the nausea go away. I leaned over the bowl, spilling out whatever was in my stomach. I heard the door open and I put my hand out, queuing them to wait, "Jo, what the fuck?!"

Alexandra hurried to my side and pulled my hair back, "go."

"No! You're puking your brains out!"

I heaved breaths and turned my head to look at her, "go, please."

"I'm getting Brendon." She said and got up.

I grabbed her arm and stared her down, "you get Brendon—I swear to god, Alex. I will break your neck."