An American Werewolf in London.

Chapter Six

Jackson pulled his suitcase out of the closet, sitting it in the floor as he began to fold his clothes. After an hour of folding, Jackson placed the suitcases by the door. He made his way over to his computer desk and sat down at the chair, looking through the desk to see if there was anything he wanted to take with him. Most of the items were just clippings of his lacrosse records over the years, but under them all, he found a picture of him and Lydia from elementary school. He couldn't help but smile as the memory of the picture came back into his mind. He remembered it as if it were yesterday. That was the day that he and Lydia had started "dating", though it didn't really spark off as a relationship until they were teenagers. They had always been close, and Jackson was going to miss her. He honestly, truly, loved her. But he wasn't in love with her. She would always be special to him, but he knew it was time for the both of them to move onto new people. He also knew that would be very hard for her to do. It would be hard for him too, but he knew that London would be full of new opportunities for him. He would just have to find someone that would accept him for the beast that he was. Jackson was brought back to reality when he heard his door creek open. In the door way, he saw his mother holding a plate of cookies. "I just thought I'd see if you were having.."She said, her voice light. Jackson stood up and smiled, walking over to her. He took the cookies from her and placed them on the table before he wrapped his arms around her, hugging her tightly. This was the first time in years that Jackson had shown his mother any type of affection. She was taken back by the hug, but she didn't refuse it. She embraced him too, crying as she rested her head on his shoulder. Jackson wiped away her tears."Don't cry, Mom. I'm sorry for pushing you away. If I could take all of it back, I would."Jackson stopped talking as he began to hear his own voice crack. His mother took in a deep breath, composing herself."You're my son, Jackson. Never forget that."She whispered and wiped off the single tear that had rolled down his cheek. She kissed his cheek softly before turning away from him, closing the door as she disappeared. Jackson took in a deep breath, grabbing his carry on bag from the closet. He looked at the time, surprised to see it was already 2 in the morning."In less than five hours, this will all be gone."He whispered to himself. It had all happened so fast. Before, he gave everything just to get the bite. Now he would give everything to take it back. He shook his head and picked up one of the cookies, beginning to eat it while packing the carry on bag. He placed his computer, a book on werewolf mythology, and his iPod in it. It was stereotypical to be reading werewolf mythology, but he needed any help he could get since he had pissed Derek off before any help came that way. After finishing off a few more cookies Jackson laid back on his bed for what could possibly the last time. What if he never got to come back? Or if he did, it was just his corpse. Jackson rubbed his eyes, trying to shake the thought. He wasn't going to die. He had a pack. Well as long as he could watch his mouth. After about an hour of tossing and turning, Jackson realized he obviously wasn't getting any sleep. He pulled out his notepad and a pen, and began writing.

'Dear Lydia,

I know over the years we have had many arguments. But more importantly, we have had some amazing times that I will never forget. While I'm in London, I want you to take care of yourself. I know it's going to be different without me, but you're independent enough to do this. I'm not even sure you needed me in the time that I was here with the way I treated you. But I am writing this to give you a proper parting. It's the least I can do. This is the last you're going to hear from me for a while. When I'm gone, please, don't try to contact me. It's just easier for us this way. I hope you can find someone to bring you happiness. I love you,

Jackson'

He read over the letter, folding it up and sticking it in his jeans before heading out of his room. He walked into the large three car garage, getting into his Porsche. He figured he could take it for one last drive. He sped through the empty roads of Beacon Hills, knowing there would be few people out at this hour of night. Within minutes he was at Lydia's house. He knew that her mom was most likely asleep, so it was best he went in through her bedroom window. He jumped from the patio table to the balcony that led into Lydia's bedroom. As he looked in through the two glass doors, he expected to see Lydia sleeping. Instead, he saw her in bed with another man. Jackson could feel his anger rising. Before he knew it, he pulled the doors open and walked into the bedroom. He heard Lydia begin to scream as Jackson pulled the man off of her, throwing him out the door onto the balcony."Jackson, what the hell are you doing?"Lydia yelled, pulling on her robe before running out and joining him. He felt her hands on his arms trying to pull him off, but he didn't stop. Hit after hit, he only stopped as he felt a sharp pain in his back. He stood up and turned to face Lydia, only to see her cower back. He realized he had wolfed out. He took in a deep breath to calm himself, de-wolfing after a moment. He couldn't stand to look at her. He pulled the letter out of his pocket and threw it at her."There. That's what I came here for."He growled before jumping over the edge of the balcony, landing on his feet. He could hear Lydia crying as he walked away. But now, he was more than ready to go to London.