Miss Jackson {b.u.}

{49}

I hadn't slept in five days. The things that kept me up the most at night what the regret and guilt I was feeling. I was worried she was going to wake up and that I was fast asleep, missing it. I stared at Joanne. I didn't have any more tears to let roll down my cheeks. I had nothing left in me. I was tired, but, I wasn't going to give up until Joanne was one hundred percent okay. Not a single bone in me was going to rest until that is assured. 

I got up, walking to the bathroom. I grabbed my toothbrush, wetting it and put toothpaste on it, then wet it again. I brushed along my teeth, making sure I didn't miss anything. I spit it out, then ran the sink to wash it out. I didn't bother with mouth wash. I wiped my face off with a piece of toilet paper, then walked out

I heard a small knock on the hospital door. I got up, tossing on my white tank-top on. I opened the door quietly. Shocked that my parents were standing in front of me again. They let themselves in and I stood there, still in shock, "what the fuck are you fucking idiots doing here?!"

"We've come to...apologize, son."

I stared at my dad. My eyes widened and I laughed angrily, "what the fuck?"

"We're sorry for insulting you and uh..you're...wife. We want to be in your life." My mom said.

I looked around and shook my head, "you guys are fuckin' insane."

"Please let us back in. We want to be around you. Don't you miss us?"

I finally walked away from the door. "that's the exact fucking opposite of what I want or how I feel."

"I don't think you're understanding, son."

I was livid. I took a deep breath and stared at them, my hand was low and I pointed at them slightly, "you're sitting in front of me...after you insulted my love life, my wife, my kids and you're doing it while she is lying there, practically fighting for her life—begging for me to come back. That's pathetic."

My mom got up and slammed her purse down and shoving her finger in my face. "Don't try and make us sound pathetic, Brendon. We were nothing but good to you."

"Nothing but good to me? Does that include when you'd talk badly about her to me?"

"What the hell do you see in her?!" My dad chimed his very annoying two cents in.

My hands rested on my hips. "What do I see in her? You know nothing about Joanne and what she does to me. She's a good girl."

My mom crossed her arms. "We're waiting."

I stared at them. I have never been more serious than I am right now;

"Joanne balances me out. You know how I was before I met her. I had no control. A terrible temper. You guys were bailing me out of jail every two weeks. In the time I met her until now, i'd only gotten arrested once. My tempers are calm. My wife is the reason I sobered up and—and reason I act and feel so fuckin normal. What more do you wanna hear?!"

My mom stared at me. "That's not a good enough reason, Brendon."

I glanced back at Joanne. And then it hit me. I turned my head back to my parents, swiping at my mouth quickly, "she's the reason i'm alive. The reason I keep making music. The reason why I have my own life."

They looked at me, confused as ever. I scoffed and crossed my arms, "if anything you should be thanking her that you have a son."

I walked over to the door and held it open, "now get the fuck out."

They didn't move. I shut my eyes for a moment, trying to keep my cool. "Go back to Vegas, there's nothing for you guys here. I'm out of your life for fucking good."