Miss Jackson {b.u.}

{47}

Trigger Warning: this chapter contains touchy subjects such as assault (sexual and violent). Read at your own risk. (tbh it isnt like horrid)
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I stared at the blank wall. My eyes glued to one spot. The county jail cell was cool, making my body less hot. The walls were white, but soothing. The stench was horrible. It smelled like everyone's body oder. Time was moving slowly and I didn't know when Alex was going to get here, but I didn't like that she was late. I needed to be by Joanne's side. The jail cell opened and I didn't even look. "Urie. You're out."

I got up, stuffing my hands into my pocket. Alex smiled and thank the officer. She walked ahead of me and I followed slowly behind her, my suit jacket hanging from the opening of my arm. My head hung down low as the cool air brushed against my skin. Alex turned around and swung her purse at me. Not once. But about five times. The fighting consisted of me keeping my arms up to defend myself and her swinging it at me. I grabbed the purse and took it from her. "Stop. fucking. hitting. me."

"Where is she?!"

I grabbed her arm and she jerked it away. "You better tell me the full truth. No lies. Nothing."

Alex crossed her arms. We stood across from each other and I hung my head low. How was I supposed to explain what happened without breaking down, "well? Speak dickhead."

"We went out to eat," I began, "and she uh—went out for a smoke and I didn't go...so when fifteen minutes passed, I started to worry and.."

Alex uncrossed her arms when she saw the reflective tears roll down my cheeks. My pointer finger rubbed my right eye and my thumb rubbed my left one. I was crying. In front of someone who kind of hates me. I felt a pair of arms wrap around my neck and I opened my eyes to see Alex hugging me. I didn't touch her, but I appreciated her kindness, "what happened?"

"She was limp," I began and looked to the side, taking a deep breath, "I don't know w-what to do."

"For one, we need to stop standing here. Second, why are your hands bruised and your eye?"

I sighed. "might've blacked out when I fought the two guys.."

Alex scoffed and I spit on the ground. I wiped my mouth. Alex dragged me to her car and we sat in silence. I didn't know if Joanne was okay, or even if she was alive. I was lucky enough to get to her side in enough time, let alone, the people that found her needed props. I appreciated them.

:;

My hands dangled over my knees. Alex's leg was shaking. The waiting game is the worst game to play, but i'm willing to wait forever if that's what it takes. I got up, pacing around the waiting room. Alex looked at me, "you never should have told her you wouldn't let anything or anyone hurt her."

"Alex. How the fuck was I-"

"You should've went wi-"

I ran my fingers through my hair and turned aggressively toward her. "Would you just try and listen!"

Alex sunk in the seat and looked around. Covering her face in embarrassment. I shook my head and looked down, "i'm sorry, Alexandra."

She glanced up at me, nodding her head and looking away. It was the first time I'd ever apologized to her. She got up quickly, setting her things on the chair. I looked in her direction. Her mom walked in and I hung my head low, sitting down. I hung my head low once again and I was broken. I just let the tears fall. I let myself feel all of my emotions. I was angry. Angry at myself for not being there. Angry couldn't even describe what I was feeling. Disappointed was better. I was saddened to see her like that, but that sadness also combined with guilt. This was all my fault and I promised I wouldn't let anyone or anything hurt her. That is true, but how was I supposed to know that this was going to happen? I looked up, Joanne's mom sitting next to me and rubbing my back. I straightened myself and she turned to hug me, "Mr. Urie?"