Miss Jackson

Chapter 22

Brendon's pov
"So Delilah. Can you please tell the court what happened exactly. From the beginning." The lawyer asks Delilah. She nods and then looks up at me. I nod and so does she.
"Well, when I was younger my dad...he use to beat me. Any chance he got he would put his hands on me. He even...raped me." She begins to choke. "My mom never believed my stories. Until one day she walked in on him...hurting me. So we left. I was so happy to be away. I thought I'd never see him again." She wipes her eyes. "Until I came home one day a little less then a month ago and he was at my house. My mom wasn't so it was the best time for him to get his hands on me. And he beat me and choked me an punched me. I thought I was done. I thought we would kill me. Once I told my mom she said she didn't care anymore. And then Brendon took me in and let me live with him. For a while my life was okay again until my dad got me from school, he took me home and began again with beating on me and chocking me." She traces a bruise on her arm, that he left. I hate seeing her like this. "For two weeks..or atleast I think it was two weeks, he beat me and wouldn't let me go. He even fractured my leg. When I tried to leave he only hurt me worse. Then Brendon got back from his trip-" the lawyer stops her.
"Trip? What trip?" He asks.
"Brendon went on a trip to Disney land for a couple weeks. For school"
"Oh, well please continue"
"He got back and came to my house. We hadn't talked for a while because my dad took my phone. He was worried. And when he got there my dad started hitting him, so Brendon and I fought back. And then we got away." She finishes.
After 2 hours of back and forth, they finally found them guilty and sentenced them both to a maximum of 20 years in prison. Delilah was so happy she cried and I even teared up a little.
"Delilah, we did it." I look at her as we leave the court house.
"We did" she agrees. She side hugs me and then we get in the car. "I love you" she sighs.
"I love you too" I tell her, grabbing her hand and kissing it.
"Do you think I could go back to school tomorrow or maybe we could grab my stuff from my old house?" She asks.
"I think maybe you should just go back to school when we go to Arizona.
But we will definitely go to your old house to grab your things. "

Next day
Delilah is currently getting all of her belongings together while I'm in her dads car grabbing her phone and book bag. I open the front door and see her phone, the screen cracked and I grab it. I click it on, it still works which is good. I get in the back seat and go to grab her back pack. A little stain of dry blood lays on the seat, most likely Delilahs. I look away, not being able to see it. I snatch her backpack and slam the door. He must have hit her hard to draw that much blood. A piece of paper flutters to the ground and I pick it up. I unfold it and laugh when I read the first line. I completely forgot about this.
It was a silly idea but I didn't want the class to get curious as to why she wasn't doing anything. But now that I see she actually did it I'm very happy. I fold up the paper and shove it in my pocket, I'll read that later.

I throw the bag over my shoulder and walk back inside. She stands by the couch, throwing clothes into a box and then she looks up and sees me.

"Hey Bren" she sighs. "This is the longest process ever."

"Almost done?" I question with a laugh.

"Yeah, I just have my clothes to finish going through and then I'm done...you know, the realtor is cleaning this place out and putting it up for sale in the next month" she explains.

"I guess they'd have to, considering" I shrug. "Do you need help?" I question. She nods, with a small smile. I walk over to her and start folding clothes and placing them into the box.

"Its just...Ive grown up here. This is my home. I can't imagine never seeing it again."

"Just think D...were leaving in less then a month to Phoenix, Arizona. We wouldn't see it anyways and I don't mean that to come off badly. Im just saying."

"No, I got it Bren...theres a reason were leaving. Its fine. It'll be okay. Guess it didn't hit me until i got the call from the realtor that id never see it again" she shrugs.

Finally, after 3 hours of packing we got all her stuff loaded up and taken back to my place where it now safely resides in my attic until we leave.

Currently we are laying on the couch watching a movie. She's laying on my chest, her arms wrapped around me very tightly. My phone starts buzzing in my pocket, I sit up, her sitting up with me and I pull it from my pocket. Its Dallon.

"Dal, Hey man." I smile into the phone.

"Dude, when were you going to tell me you're moving?" he asks. My heart drops, I totally forgot to tell him that.

"I-Dallon man. I'm sorry, I-"

"Save it, it really sucks I had to find out on twitter instead of your mouth" he says angrily. I forgot I tweeted that I was moving. Literally all I said was, "Finally leaving this crap state, with the love of my life"

"Dallon, I was going to tell you. I promise. Ive been so busy because Del-"

"Delilah. Of course, your side tracked with Delilah. Everything is always about her isn't it. Delilah this and Delilah that. Im your best friend."

"Stop cutting me off!" I shout. "I was going to tell you Dallon. Im not even leaving for another month. My life is just one big cluster fuck right now. I haven't had time to tell anyone anything." I explain. "Yes, Im always busy with her right now but thats because she's my girlfriend, were trying to figure life out right now. Dallon, Im super sorry for not saying anything but i JUST made the decision like a week ago."

The other end of the line is silent for a second and then he sighs and the line goes dead. I sigh and set my phone down.

"What was that?" Delilah asks.

"Dallon. He's pissed I didn't tell him were leaving."

"Maybe you should go talk to him in person. You will be leaving him soon. He's your best friend"

"Really?" I raise my eyebrow.

"Yes" she laughs. "I'll see you later"