Starting Over

14. The Truth Comes Out

Today marks the day where my family and I lost someone very close to our hearts. The traumatic disease that has killed so many innocent people.

Breast cancer.

My mum passed away from breast cancer four years ago today.

I normally would go to visit her in the morning or midday. The rest of the day is just sitting in bed in my Pj's, grieving. It's pretty much the only day I do no form of physical activity

Jackson got to meet my family and Miki and Emily. Jackson and I have had such a great time this weekend but I knew coming home this weekend would end in a sad way due the anniversary of mums death today (Sunday).

***

My head is leaning on something firm but is comfortable. As I wiggle around to get more comfortable I feel something tighten around my waist.

What the hell?

I open my eyes and look around. My eyes come face to face with a bare muscular chest.

Jackson.

I don't even bother to freak out because honestly, I need the comfort. I just tap his chest and whisper his name. "Jackson," I whisper.

"Mmmm," He replies not bothering to open his eyes.

"Open your eyes,"

He opens one eye and looks down at me. A small smile appears on his face when he realises the position we are in. I sigh and roll over.

"Hey, what's wrong?" Jackson whispers in my ear.

"Nothing, I'm just tired." I lie. I can sense that Jackson knows that I'm lying but he doesn't push for answers.

I sit up on the edge of my bed and tie up my hair. As I stand up to put my slippers on and get ready to go to the cemetery, Jackson grabs my hand.

"You promise to tell me what's wrong?" I nod in response. I highly doubt I will end up telling him. 

I walk into my old bathroom and get undressed. I twist the cold and hot tap for the bath. As I sit and relax in the hot bath I hear a knock at the door.

"Who is it?"

"It's me, Jackson, are you okay in there?"

"Yeah, give me ten," I reply.

"Alright, breakfast is ready for you," I honestly couldn't thank him more than I already do. I mentally remind myself to thank Jackson with the biggest hug.

***

"Thanks for breakfast Jackson, actually thanks for everything today and throughout our friendship," I say wrapping my arms around his waist as he wraps his arms around my neck.

"I'm just being my normal self, Ella," he says, kissing the top of my head.

I let go of Jackson and grab my keys.

"I'm going out I'll be back in two hours or so," I state and started to head towards the door.

"Can I come with you?" He asks.

How do I answer that? I can't just say no. I'm going to visit my mum, I haven't yet told mum about Jackson and how my new life is and I don't know if I'm ready for that yet.

But maybe letting mum meet Jackson will be a good idea. This day wouldn't be such a miserable day if mum knew about him and Jackson knew about mum.

I trust Jackson and if I'm going to trust him then I'm going to have to try and let him in on my life.

"Yes, you can," I reply. "But first we need to stop by a florist," I add.