Miss Jackson {b.u.}

{48}

I sat in the chair by Joanne. My back pressed against the chair and my body slouched. It feels like it has been forever since we've been here. My gaze dimmed as the nurse walked in with another bouquet of flowers. It was the fifth bouquet. I watched as she set them down, swiftly leaving. Alex rushed in. Obviously heated and annoyed. She stood in front of me, "Keaton is the one sending these god awful flowers. He's lurking around the damn hospital."

I shot my head up and looked at her. Keaton. I hadn't heard of him in forever. Maybe it's time to pay him a little visit.

I took a deep breath. Anger filled me. "So, whats the plan?"

Alex smirked and rubbed her hands together. "I like the way you're talkin' forehead."

"Uh, don't ever say that again."

"Right." Alex said and turned around, pulling out a notebook.
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I hid behind the door to the staff lunch room. Not even an ounce of nervousness filled me. Keaton had it coming. I watched as my eyes followed Keaton walking into the room, flicking the lights on, "Joanne."

Alex turned around, waving and smiling at him, "you are fuckin' crazy, Alexandra. The fuck are you doing here?"

"I know all about you. My italian psychic third eye is never wrong."

I jerked my head back and furrowed my eyebrows. What the fuck is wrong with Alex?

"Please don't tell Joanne I was here sending-"

"Save it," Alex began and got up, beginning to walk past him, "I think there's someone more important you need to convince today."

I emerged from the door. Keaton turned around. Alex walked by, patting my shoulder, "go on and have your little girl talk. Have fun."

I watched as she opened the door, closing it behind her. Finally. I get to do what I had always wanted to.

"I can explain." Keaton uttered, looking around.

My gaze dimmed as my eye's finally placed onto Keaton, "shut up," I began, "after today...you're just a ghost again. You disappear from her life...forever. No goodbye's. Nothing."

"I love her."

I looked down and inched a bit closer, "but she didn't really know anything about who you were when you two were together."

"You can't tell her."

I swung my clenched fist across his face. Keaton stubbled a tad, but I grabbed his suit collar, slamming him against the wall. Grunts echoed the room as we scuffled along the wall for a bit. He shoved me against the wall, immediately making me catch my breath, but I wasn't done. I picked him up by the collar, slamming us on the table and breaking it. I hovered over Keaton. Punching him once, twice, three times—forcing myself to not over do it, "stay away from my fuckin' wife!"

I took my hands off of him, getting up and wiping my nose with the backside of my hand—then spitting on the floor next to him. I stared at him, shaking my hand to relieve any pain in it. I swung the door open, pacing down the hallway, "how'd it go?"

I closed my fist, raising it up to glance at the bruises forming along my knuckles, "good."

Alex opened the door to Joanne's room and we walked in. I sat down. My hand was practically numb to the pain, "doesn't that hurt?"

I furrowed my eyebrows and glanced at my knuckles once again, "Oh, no. I'm good."

"How?"

"How what?"