Miss Jackson 3: The Urie Family

Chapter Twenty-Nine

By the time I get home, I've talked myself down just so I don't let the kids know I'm upset. I'll have to come up with an excuse as to why Brendon isn't with me, he didn't call me the whole way home so I'm assuming he knows how upset I am.
It really bothers me that he wanted to dig all of that up, it's not fair to my mom or me. Not when I spent years getting over it.

After staring at the house for a long time, I go inside to dismiss Kayla and pay her.

"Hey mom, where's dad?" Violet asks, looking behind me, waiting for the door.

"He uh.." I pause thinking of an excuse. "He...wanted to stay with his dad for a little longer." I tell her and she nods. I hate lying to her but she doesn't know about my past I don't want to tell her now.

An hour later, Brendon comes through the door and I sigh as I stare at my phone. I don't want to talk to him.

"Why did you leave me there?" He asks, angrily.

"I was mad." I shrug, still not looking at him. I hear him sigh before sitting down on the chair.

"Why?" He asks.

"Why?" I almost laugh, as if he wasn't there at the apartment.

"Because you felt the need to bring up shit from like a decade ago." I tell him, dropping my phone to the couch.

"I thought he needed to know...you would want to know if I attempted to kill someone right?" He points out.

"Not if you were a changed person."

"Seriously? You wouldn't care to know that once I tried to murder someone?" He raises his eyebrow and I ponder the question. I honestly never thought about it. "Listen...I love my dad and I think he deserves to know if someone he's dating did some shitty stuff in their past. I'm sorry if that hurts you but that hurts you." He shrugs. My eyes narrow at him as I try to think of something to say.

"I've spent...years, trying to get over all of that. Years! And then you go behind my back and force my mother to bring back up to your father like it matters?!" I get a little louder.

"It does matter...your mom tried to kill the both of us Delilah. I should have honestly told him way earlier." His eyes widen. What am I even supposed to say to that? "Listen, it doesn't even matter anymore..." he sighs. I sit up now, worried about what happened after I left.

"Why?" I ask.

"Because they broke up. My dad thought it would go hard to date her after all of this. So he broke it off, dropped me off and went home." He explains and I feel my heart break. I grab my phone to call my mom but he stops me.

"She needs to time to process this D." He holds his hand out.

"Because of you!" I slam my phone back down on the couch.

"Delilah, I did what was right. He deserved to know...clearly he needed to know this." He stands up now.

"I honestly can't believe you." I roll my eyes.

"Delilah, what would you do if you found out that Violet's boyfriends parents tried to kill her? Wouldn't you wanna know about that?" He asks and the thought processes a few times.

"That wouldn't happen because she's not dating till she's 35." I joke and he smiles. And fight over.

"You got that right." He strides over to me and sits down, placing a hand over my stomach. "None of our kids are dating...till at least...their married." He laughs and I do too. "That goes for you too." He brings his head closer to my belly and kisses it. "I'm sorry about all of this. I honestly should have told you before we even left."

"You should have asked before you even told my mom to come clean." I add.

"You'd think after 14 years together, we'd get everything right." He chuckles and I nod.

"Yeah, probably." I run a hand over my stomach as he kisses my cheek.

"I love you...your mom will be okay." He assures me and I nod.

"Yeah." I nod too.

"Mommy's back!" Asher says as he runs in, rushing to jump on my lap but Brendon catches him before he land on me.

"How was your nap buddy?" Brendon asks. He places him on his lap and holds him up by his back.

"Good." He mumbles as he rubs his eye. "I just woked up."

"I see that." Brendon and laughs. I let out a small laugh too before kissing Ashers head and ruffling his hair. Next to me, my phone goes off. I look down to see who it is and it's my mother. I grab up my phone and head outside, this isn't going to be good.