Author's Note no this story does not mean I am not continuing I almost had it I just had this really big plot bunny and really needed to write this and if you haven't read my other stories read and review please!!!!
Summary Ever wondered what happened after Jay dropped Ellie off at the Apartment in Back in Black? I did here it is…
Disclaimer I own Degrassi I do I won it in a poker game *hears police cars in the distance and hides under computer desk* I don't I am lying I'm sorry screams as being pulled away in handcuffs Seriously though I don't own Degrassi
Jay Speeded down the familiar road to my apartment I guess you could call it mine. Cause Sean left me with it he left me to pay the rent me to live alone and me to fend for myself. I felt the car stop underneath me and I didn't move.
Emma sniffed quietly and I shook my head she was in so much pain spare me she doesn't know what real pain was real emotional and physical pain that is. She doesn't know what its like to watch your mother drink herself to death every night or when you wake up with the house on fire your mother to drunk to notice. She doesn't know what its like to have your heart ripped in two. Why she even came along don't ask me Sean was the one to invite her.
I touched my cheek and didn't notice the tears running down my face in a small stream. I shook every thought from my head and looked around the car Jay was staring at me obviously waiting for something.
" Uh Red your home." He said choosing his words carefully as if I might break down right then and there. It surprised me that Jay Hogart actually had a heart. I grabbed my bag and stepped out of the car.
" Do you think she'll be okay? I heard Emma ask quietly as I made my way to the apartment door
" Honestly no." Jay said. What does he know I asked my self? I swung open the door and my breath caught in my throat Sean's stuff was everywhere. Closing the door I took in my surroundings. His sweatshirt laid a few feet away on the floor His shoes strewn all over the house and his headphones were sitting on the table right next to his C.D. player. I walked over and put on his headphones,
Loud Rap music filled my ears and I felt tears in my eyes as I walked over, headphones still on and picked up his sweatshirt. I inhaled deeply and my lungs filled with his scent Sean's Scent the scent that I longed to smell. It was then that realized that Jay was right I wasn't going to be ok. Collapsing to my knees tears streamed down my face in a small river and I punched the nearest wall Pain ran up and down my arm and I punched it again I kicked and punched the wall with tears soaking my shirt until I couldn't breath I collapsed in a heap on the floor and cried and cried until my eyes were dry.
Bueller was just staring at me from the couch just looking at me. Probably wondering were Sean was and so was I. I wanted to call him beg him to come back write him telling him how much it messed my up when he left. But I couldn't I couldn't bring my self to dial his number or write his address on a piece of paper. Slowly I crawled over to Beuller and cradled him in my arms. I wrapped the sweatshirt around me and pulled on Sean's headphones they were the only connections to him I ha left. So the next day when the letter arrived asking for his stuff I packed His headphones away and all the rest of his stuff all of it except for that one gray sweatshirt no I kept the sweatshirt.