Remembering Sunday

J.

Meh, this couch isn't comfortable.. Then again, nothing in this house makes me comfortable anymore. I pick up the note to read it one last time.

Jeremy,

I refuse to go back to jail, so today, not only will you be losing your friend but also your brother. I blame mom.

I will always hate you,

Ian.

He always did have a way with words..

I shake my head, tear up the note and throw it into the gas fireplace that sits directly infront of the sofa. Dad won't be coming here anymore. I don't know if I can stand the silence anymore. I should ask Wolf or Bean to move in with me.

There's a knock at the door, and I can only imagine the massive amount of questions I'll have to answer for the police today. I get up and walk the few feet to the front hallway and open the door.

Blonde hair, fair skin, blue eyes and always those pink lips. She's not wearing her hoops or even her studs. She has no makeup on and is standing in front of me in an oversized, stained tshirt, jeans that are wicked faded and her old running shoes. Her hair is down too, she hates to wear her hair down even though she looks amazing like that.

"Phoenixx.." I breathe. She immediately crosses the threshold and gives me a gigantic hug. I can't help but hold her tight.

"Jeremy, what the hell.. what the hell.." She has her head on my shoulder and I can feel her tears soaking through my shirt. I pick her up and carry her into the living room, kicking the door shut behind us.

"Nixx, what.. what did I do..?" I can smell her hair, like lilacs and Phoenixx.. She has her own scent. She could bottle that up and sell it for millions. I can feel her shaking her head at me.

"You weren't there when I got out.. All I wanted to do was see you, fool!" She picks her head up off my shoulder and her blues eyes are even bluer. The tears stream down her face.. I can't bear it, I wipe them away gently.

"I know that, well I didn't know you'd want to see me.. But I just couldn't have lived with myself if you had died.." I confide in her..