Miss Jackson {b.u.}

Finale

December 04 2019:
He lied. This whole time, He wasn't drinking alcohol. In fact, it was never alcohol. Something far worse. I picked up the bags. Tears welting in my eyes. I threw a bunch out of my hands. But, only a few stayed with me. I ran downstairs. I didn't care for Daphne trying to talk to me or Clover calling for me. I swung the basement door open, slamming it behind me. Stomping down the steps, "What the fuck is this!?"

Brendon shot up from the chair he fell asleep in. I tossed the bags at him and he caught one and furrowed his eyebrows, "babe-"

"You're a fucking liar! You preach on and on about me being honest and here you go, doing this shit!?"

Brendon shot up from his chair, "Baby, wait-"

I turned and paced to the steps and walked up them. I opened the door. Slamming it behind me. Daphne walked by me with River and Clover—giving me a look as if she knew what was happening. I nodded my head and she walked them down the hall and up the steps. I walked away from the basement door, running my fingers through my hair. I walked to the corner of the kitchen. What the fuck was I supposed to do with all of that? How long has it been going on? What does this mean for us? The only thing I could do was take in what was happening.

I heard a couple of bangs against the basement steps. The door opened and I watched Brendon. He rolled a suitcase on the ground, then another one. The rest was a tub. He shut the door behind him, picking the tub up—which had the two suitcases on top. I walked a bit out of the corner, "no, no, what are you doing?!"

He didn't answer and walked to the front door. I followed behind. He walked the stuff to the car and set it down on the ground. I walked out, putting my jacket on and trying to catch my breath, "what the fuck was that?!"

Brendon looked to the right and scratched his neck, "I just..." he trailed off, "i need to be alone for a bit."

I slid my arm into the sleeve and furrowed my eyebrows, "what the fuck is wrong with you!?"

He stared at me blankly and I walked toward him, "it's better to just leave," he began. Not a single emotion behind his eyes, "if I cant find a way to stop, you know.."

I jerked my head forward and my nostrils flared, "meth?!"

He shook his head and raised his eyebrows, "i-if you cant take it, I understand."

I turned away a bit and shook my head, looking up at the sky, "oh, jesus!"

"I'm making you to leave for your own good."

I turned around to face him and put my arms out to the side, "youre making us leave?"

Brendon shut his eyes for a moment and then set his hands on his hips and stared at me. I could only look at him. Feeling everything crashing down. I didn't want to believe that this was real. "Stop looking at me and come up and kiss me one last time."

I backed up a bit, "you're deserting us!"

Brendon looked down and to the side, "I love you and i'm doing what's best for you!"

I pointed at the house behind me and glanced back for a second and yelled over him, "that was love?!"

Brendon nodded his head and raised his voice, "yes! Yes, it was!"

"Okay," I began and yelled, "so, why are we leaving?!"

Brendon took a breath. He licked his lips for a moment and sighed. He didn't have a single thing to say.

I stared at him. My nostrils flaring, my chin quivering. I walked up to him and shoved him, "why do we have to leave?!"

Brendon put his hands up, "you need to breathe," he began and then slowly put them down, "this is for the best."