Miss Jackson 3: The Urie Family

Chapter Twenty-Two

"Brendon, I think we should talk." My mom comes up on the porch. I sigh and roll my head back as she pulls my hand and takes me inside. "Do you want a drink?" She asks, pouring herself some wine.

"A beer." I say bluntly and plop down on the couch. My eyes shift around this new living room and I find it to be completely empty of anything from my childhood except for a picture of my mom and I when I was a kid. Next to me is my moms wedding photo with Trent and I grimace as she comes in.

"Look Brendon, what happened at Graysons party...I appreciate what you said but I don't think it was enough to mend a 7 year gap." She explains as she hands me my beer and sits down. "7 years is a long time not to see my son."

"I know, I didn't mean for it to be that long. Life just happened." I shrug.

"I don't believe that Brendon. I think you were hurt and didn't want to deal with it."

"Well mom, when my new step daddy punches my dad in the face, it's not something I can just accept." I shrug with a smirk. "I really hated the whole idea of you getting remarried and I know that's fucked up buts it's true."

"I know honey but you have to see it from my perspective. I met someone knew and fell in love and didn't your dad fall in love with Veronica? We're both happy. What's the big deal?"

"Don't get me started on that." I cringe. "The big deal mom," I pause before adjusting my position. "Is you told my dad that you wish you'd never met him. How is that suppose to make me feel?"

"You heard that?" She looks at me wide eyed and I just nod. "Honey I didn't mean that. I'm so sorry. I was just so upset about what your dad said."

"Wait? What did dad say?" I ask, sitting up now.

"You didn't hear that? He said in front of Trents family and some of mine that he was the best I've ever had and will ever have. And that I was a whore for getting remarried. That's why Trent hit him." She admits and my heart jumps out of my chest.

"Oh." Is all I can say because I'm speechless. If I would have known that, the last 7 years of my life would have been completely different. For a minute I just stare at her the wall behind her, trying to speak but I can't think of anything to say.

"Brendon. I love you. Trent adores you and your family. Can we just pretend like it never happened? I know Boyd and I have gotten over it." She offers and I clear my throat.

"Y-Yeah. Sometimes...I-I think about how you and dad ended up and how, Delilah's parents ended up and I wonder if Delilah and I will end up like that." I admit out loud for the first time in a while.

"Oh honey!" She says with pity. "You and Delilah are one of the best couples I've ever seen. Don't you worry yourself about that. You two are meant to be and I know that I'm not the only one who has said that." She rubs my knee sympathetically.

"I know." I clear my throat again, trying to make sure I don't cry. "Mom I'm so sorry I stopped talking to you. I treated you like a monster." I admit and we share a hug. "I love you." I say into her shoulder.

"I love you too honey." She says back and for once in 7 years I feel better. The living room door opens and Violet comes in looking frantic.

"It's Grayson! He's hurt!" She says wide eyed and both my mom and I are up and out the door. We rush to the pool and see Delilah and Trent huddled over Grayson who is grimacing.

"What happened?" I ask, kneeling down.

"He went to jump in the pool and fell. I think he broke his leg." Delilah explains. "We need to get him in a car."
I pick Grayson up in my arms as gently as I can and take him to my moms car so he can lay down on the bench. Delilah's car has two separate back seats.

"You're going to be okay buddy." I tell him as he cries. Delilah gets in the passenger seat and my mom gets in the drivers as I stay in the back seat with Grayson.

"Trent can you watch them?" Delilah asks and he nods. "We'll be right back, okay? Don't worry. Enjoy the day." She explains to Violet. Asher stayed with my grandma on the porch so I hope he's not worried.

"My leg hurts." Grayson whines.

"I know buddy. It's okay." I tell him and kiss his head. I look down at his leg and I can't really tell but it's really red and swollen so it might broken.

"Delilah what happened?" I ask as calmly as I can, though in my mind I'm freaking out as my 6 year old son lays in my lap crying and has a possible broken limp.

"He was getting up on the diving board and when he went to jump I guess he got scared last second and he fell on the board." She explains. "Which is weird because he did it like 2 times before that."