A/N: So sorry to those of you who tried to read this chapter earlier. I'm not quite sure what happened but yea, it was not readable whatsoever. So here it is again! Hope it works this time! Thank you everyone who brought it to my attention! Enjoy :)
I pull up in front of my house and look down at the message staring up at me. I wnt 2 c u~Brandon. It vibrates as another one comes in. Please, answer me. I miss you, we should talk. I sigh picking up my phone and hitting send.
"Babe?"
"Brandon, what do you want?"
"C'mon Babe, don't be mad. I want to come over, we can talk about this, and we can get back together. We can be us again."
"No, Brandon, no we can't. There will never be an "us" ever again, we will not get back together. And there is nothing to talk about. You hit me Brandon," I say and he doesn't respond. "You gave me bruises, and then you called me a slut and a whore. I don't want to see you again, because anything you have to say on it will not change the fact that you abused me. Good bye," I hang up. I get out and slam my car door shut angrily. I take a deep breath before walking inside, and am surprised to hear that the TV is still on.
"Hey," Rachel says poking her head out of the kitchen. "Jaime's still passed out."
"Is he alive?" I ask dropping my bag on the floor and make my way to my room. He's laying on his back, completely naked, his armless hand across his face. Again I avoid looking at his naked form, and approach. I see a slight tremor to his body. "Jaime?" I ask.
"Go away," he says and I catch a slight sniffling.
"Jaime are you OK?"
"No I'm not fucking OK!" he sits up and I see that his eyes are bloodshot from crying. "I'm stuck in this fucking place, I don't know how to get home, I don't know if I ever will, and If I fucking do Cersei is going to murder me!" he yells. "I love her," he covers his face. "I love her, and we were going to be together, and now I'm fucking here in your bed instead of our bed fucking her!"
"Jaime, just calm down. We're going to figure this out, and soon enough you'll be back with your sister. Ok?"
He blinks at me, and then wipes his eyes. "OK. You know you do remind me of Brienne still. You seem to want to do the right things, have her eyes, and you're blushing at my cock."
I blush deeper realizing that he was right, I had been blushing like an idiot. "I guess I'll take that as a compliment. You should put those on, I'll find you some pants and another shirt"
"You should take it as a compliment, though you have way more feminine qualities than she has."
"Gwen- I mean Brienne, is beautiful you just have to see that," I turn to the closet and shove things around. "Try these on," I say throwing him a pair of jeans. I pull out a box, and open it looking in. I pause biting my lip seeing a picture of Brandon and I together. His hand is wrapped around my waist and he's kissing my cheek. I'm giggling and holding onto his neck, a slight blush visible on my face. We look genuinely happy in the picture.
"What in the fuck is this contraption?" I look over at him, and he's got the jeans on over the boxers, but they are obviously way too tight. He's bent looking at the zipper.
"It's called a zipper. Here, those don't fit. Put these on instead," I throw him a pair of shorts.
"What are these?"
"They're called shorts. They're stretchy so they should fit."
"You would have me walk around not fully covered?"
"Yes, I would. Come out when you're done," I say throwing him a t-shirt. "He's getting dressed," I say to Rachel in the kitchen. "God, I'm starving." I open a cabinet looking for food.
"Hey, so I've been looking some stuff up."
"Hang on," I go and turn the tv off just as Jaime comes out. "Hey," I say. "Are you hungry?"
"Yea," I lead him into the kitchen.
"Good morning."
"Morning," Rachel says through a mouthful of cheerios, holding the box in her lap. "As i was saying, I was looking stuff up about this, and I found some interesting stuff."
"See Jaime? I told you we were working it," I plug in the toaster and pop some bread in it. "Continue," I say to Rachel taking the cereal and pouring myself a bowl.
"I read that until he realizes a mistake he has made he won't go back. I've also read that it's sort of like a ghost thing. That he can't go back until he's at peace with himself."
"At peace with myself? Realize my mistakes? I'm the Kingslayer, I know my mistakes, but I always have reasons for them."
"Maybe there's something else Jaime," I take the toast out of the toaster and put it on a plate handing it to him. I go back to eating my cereal. "I'm not sure, but I do know there is a book that could be of possible help."
"A book?" he asks.
"Yea, it's at a bookstore in the next town over. I figured we could go get it?" she looks at me.
"Yea, sure. We should stop at a store and buy him some clothes that actually fit him."
"Speaking of which," he says. "You two are showing way too much skin. Is that why you live here alone? Did your dad disown you for dressing improperly?"
I look over at Rachel and we laugh, "No, I live alone because I'm an adult and I had no choice."
"But what about your parents?"
Rachel clears her throat, "she doesn't have any. She's an orphan."
"So another family didn't take you in? Isn't that how it usually works? I mean a child can't raise themselves."
"They did," I say looking at him. "Things are done differently here. As soon as I reached 18, I was out and on my own," he looks curious and slightly upset by the matter. "Girls here, tend to like wearing revealing clothing. This," I motion to my short shorts and tank top, "is better than what some girls wear, trust me."
"So shopping it is," Rachel says getting up and taking the box of cheerios from me. "This is going to be fun."
