Miss Jackson

Chapter 41

"Delilah, babe. Come on" I groan urging my finace to leave the house, as we are going to register for presents at Bed Bath and Beyond. I know its not a great place to get gifts from but D and I both agreed we wouldn't go to some big extravagant place to get register, it isn't fair to our guests.
"Ugh! Im coming Bren. Hold on" she shouts down the stairs. Shes in a bad mood because she found out her mother is getting released 2 years early for good behavior.
"I know your upset D but she still isn't getting released for another 18 years!" I call back up and I hear her grumple something unaduable.
"Alright. Lets go" she sighs coming down stairs with her pouty yet adorable face. I kiss her cheek to see if it helps-it doesn't.

Half way there we get caught in bumper to bumper traffic and I look to Delilah to see her still pouty with her head resting on her chin staring out the window.
"D. Im sorry about your mom but stop pouting, just think in a while you'll be getting married in your beautiful dress and then were off to Brazil for 2 weeks." I explain, patting her leg but she makes no move to change her expression.
"If you don't stop I'll take a picture of you" I laugh and she still doesn't, so I take out my phone and take a picture of her still in full pout mode and at last minute she looks at the camera.
"Oh, cute" I tell her, I put a black and white filter on it to make it seem more...athestic, I feel it describes the mood a little more. I post it to Twitter with the caption: Stuck in traffic with this grump. Gotta love her adorable pouty face. ❤❤❤
"Bren...you don't understand what I'm going through. This women nearly killed me and she would have if you wouldn't have showed up. Her and I spent years away from my abusive father just to protect me and then one day he shows up and she doesn't care about me anymore...she turned her back on me, all for him and now shes getting out on good behavior. It pisses me off" she informs with with frustration in her voice.
"Delilah...I know I couldn't possibly understand what your going through. But I'll be here to go through it with you and hold your hand. I love you and unlike your dad I'm going to protect you no mattee what." I take her hand in mine and look at her. "You are my entire world D. I can't imagine anything happening and I won't anything happen. Yes your mom is getting out of prison early but that has nothing to do with you anymore. She isn't your mom, not anymore. Its just us now and thats okay" I explain.
"Easy for you to say, both your parents love you and haven't tried to kidnap you and murder you like some shitty soap opera...only it isn't...its my life. Both your parents will be at the wedding...who will walk me down the aisle?" She starts to tear up.
"Delilah..." I sigh, her tears making me sad too. Who will walk her down the aisle? The cars in front of me start to move and with my hand still on Delilahs I drive forward.
The rest of the car ride is silent, as I can't think of anything to say to her. I know shes sad and hurting but at times like this all I can do is hug her and tell her everything is going to be okay.
"Bren...I'm not sure I'm in the mood to do any wedding stuff. I just want to go home and take a bath right now." She says breaking the silence.
"Okay...we can do this some other time." I agree, turning the car around.

Once we get home she sits on the couch and I follow behind her.
"I'll draw you a bath okay D?" I ask and she nods. She must he really hurting right now, even though her mom is still in prison for 18 years.
I make a bath just the way she likes it and call her in. Once she undresses and gets in I sit on the toilet to talk to her.
"Delilah, your mom getting out of prison 2 years earlier can't be the only thing on your mind, what else is wrong." I ask.
"I already told you...I wont have either of my parents at the wedding" she brings her knees to her chest and lays her head on them. "I mean, since I was little...after all the crazy shit that happened and I could finally be a kid I always imagined my mom being at my wedding to wish me good luck and to make sure the man I married wasn't like my dad and I know youre nothing like him Bren- I know...youre the best thing thats ever happened to me but...I just thought maybe it would be my mom and I forever and she would remarry and the man she would be with would be so amazing and just, everything I wanted in a father and he would walk me down the aisle." She lifts her head up and sniffs. "And he would tell the guy not to hurt me cause I was his little girl...but I guess I was wishing to much then. Now here I am about to get married and I'll be walking down the aisle by myself and when people ask why my father didn't walk me down the aisle, my answer won't be a simple, 'oh he couldn't make it.' It will be 'he tried to murder me and now hes in prison along with my...own...mother" she starts crying. "I thought our parents were suppose to be loving and caring but mine aren't and I look at you with your mom and I wonder...where did I go wrong that my own mom tried to kill me" she breaks, crying into her hands. I pull myself off of the toilet and I wrap myself around her and hugs me back, crying in to my shirt.
"Its not your fault Delilah, what your parents did to you was all them and you dont deserve to go through this pain." I try to convince her. "They don't matter anymore. They don't realize they lost an amazing person from their lives. All that matters is us now. Just you and me. I love you so much"
She cries harder and I kiss her shoulder. She gasps for air and cries more.
"I love you Brendon" she says through crying and I just nod.