This was no accident; This was a Therapeutic Chain of Events: Brendon Urie

Chapter Twenty Seven!

Jessabelle is careful to hop down onto the fire escape that was near her window. Her hands shook and her nerves were getting the better of her. She was cautious of every step she took, until she jumped down and landed on her feet.  With her wallet and purse at hand she ran for her car, hoping they wouldn’t notice she was gone until she drove off.

Her phone rings. It was Jecilia. She slides the “answer” bar across the screen and places the phone up to her ear. “Jessabelle Valentine! Who the hell are all these guys coming into our house?! They’re saying they’re here for your things! What the hell is going on?!” Jecilia shouts.

“Jessie, I took the job in New York a few days ago,” she takes the plane tickets she’d gotten the day before out of her wallet and glances at them. “I’m leaving.” she finally says. “Like hell you are, Jessa. You can’t just up and leave without consulting us about it first. So what?! Brendon made a mistake and fucked shit up, forgive and forget.” Jecilia tries to convince her.

“Then you must forgive me for this, Jessie.” Jessabelle says before hanging up the phone. Tears stream down her face as she drives. She thinks back. All the times she’d had with Jecilia, Brendon, Ryan, everyone.

Her head said stay, but her heart told her otherwise. She continuously had to shake the nagging voice that told her to turn around and go back and apologize for being such an absent minded girl. All the while she was driving; she hadn’t known where she was going until she pulled up at her moms rehab center.

She shuts the car off, grabs her things, and rushes inside to find her mother. The desk lady told her she was in the café, having a brief snack break and that she could go and visit her if she wanted. Jessabelle followed a man to the place and found her mom right away. She takes a spot next to her at the small table she was eating at.

“Mom,” she says, startling her a bit. “Oh! Jessabelle! They let you in? It’s so great to see you back so soon.” She smiles.

“I’m leaving for New York in two days, but for now I need a place to stay. Do you mind me staying in your house until the time comes?” she asks. Her mom smiles. “Of course, dear. You’re room is just how you left it. Just go down to my locker and get the house keys from there. I may be able to come and see you before you leave.” she winks. “Alright.” Jessabelle says. She hurries up and finds the lockers. She examines all the last names, some making her laugh.

She finds Valentine and opens it. Baby pictures and recent photos of her and Jordan fill the locker, along with other personal belongings. Jessabelle shuffles through the locker before finding the keys and heading out of the building. She hurries out of the place and to her first home.

Upon arrival, she’s bombarded by the smell of liquor. She gags as she runs up to her room – the only decent smelling place in the entire house.

Jessabelle leaps on her twin size bed and begins to cry. Her emotions incessantly bouncing all over the place. She wanted to be pissed at Brendon and the others, but she knew how much she’d miss them and how much she was leaving behind. She’d cried a long while before dozing off into a silent sleep.