Broken and Fearless // C.B.

Chapter 26

[Trigger warning. Read at your own risk. If you are struggling with depression or thoughts of suicide, I'm here. There are countless people who can help, and who are trained to help. Please, don't wait until it's too late. Don't take away the one thing you can never get back.]

Juliet's POV:

I was going home for the first time in awhile. Obviously I've been home since I moved to LA, but I'd been looking forward to Thanksgiving, and all the amenities home had to offer. There was also a prediction for a snowstorm, which I was excited for.

Colby drove me to the airport and kissed me. "Have a safe flight, babe. I love you. Let me know when you land, okay?"

I nodded and said, "I will. I love you too. Enjoy your Thanksgiving."

"You too."

I got out of the car and did all the fun security and flight things before boarding my plane an hour-and-a-half later.

Five-and-a-half hours later, I landed at Logan. As soon as I could turn my phone off of airplane mode, I texted Colby, 'Just landed'

I then sent the same message to my parents and my mom responded with a smiling emoji. She's really into emojis, and I honestly don't get it. She's got to put one in every message.

As soon as I got my suitcase from baggage claim, I waited outside for my dad, and when I saw him, I walked up to him and gave him a hug. "Hi, Dad."

"Hi, Julie. How was your flight?"

"Long. I'm glad to be home."

"I'm glad you're home too. Guess what your mother is making."

"I don't know. What?"

"Liver and pickled peppers."

I laughed. This was something my dad said everytime, usually switching between various foods I hate. At this point, it was a running joke between us.

After getting my suitcase in the trunk, I climbed into the passenger's seat and Dad drove us home.

The second I entered the house, Jackson pulled me over to the TV and said, "Good. You're here. The Pats aren't doing well. Maybe your presence will help."

"Uh, okay. Good thing I have my jersey on, then."

"Yeah. Good thing. Brady keeps throwing poor passes and the receivers aren't doing as well as they normally do."

"Well, then. Hopefully my presence will help."

I went to sit down, but Ma's voice caught my attention. "Juliet, before you watch the game, come say hello to me."

I ran over to Ma and hugged her. "Hi, Ma. Gotta go."

Ma just laughed and said, "She's definitely your daughter, Jack."

The Pats ended up winning, thankfully. It was a close game, but they won. That's all that mattered.

Thanksgiving, as always, was amazing. We have a tradition where we say one thing we're thankful for. I usually say three in one. This year, it was Colby, my LA friends, and my family.

Sunday came way too quickly, which meant I was flying back to LA. This time, Ma drove me to Logan.

She walked up to security with me and said, "Don't forget to call. I'll see you soon, sweetheart."

"See you soon. I love you, Ma."

"I love you too, Julie. Have a safe flight."

"Thanks, Ma."