I sat there quite. There wasn't much to say especially in front of the cab driver. Jon insisted that the cab bring me home then go on with him to the airport. I was happy for at least a little while longer with him. He sat there not really paying any attention to anything in particular he just scrolled through his phone.
"Hey want to become facebook friends?" I joked
"you have facebook?" he looked over at me raising an eyebrow.
"Yeah, of course, everyone does."
" I don't" He laughed
"What? Come on! Everyone has facbook." I said
"I don't!" he said "keep that in mind, you will never get a friends request from me" He warned
"Ok" I looked at him, I got the message.
"If I ever got one I would friend you." He joked "But seriously, I don't have one and I don't have anything else either." He grabbed my hand. "I don't do anything on any social media, be careful, people do pretend to be me from what I hear."
"Ok, I understand" I shook my head.
"I just don't want you to be fooled by any of them."

The driver pulled over at the curb in front of my house. Well here we go with the uncomfortable good bye. I swallowed hard looking over at him. He released my hand opening his door and getting out. He held the door open for me. I slide across the seat and stepped out next to him.
"I hope you have a nice flight." I said my voice was a little shaky.
"So should we shake hands now?" he laughed. Wrapping am arm around me he pulled me in close. His other arm pulled me in even closer. He kissed the top of my head. "Yup, I am pretty sure I am going to miss you princess."
"Me too." I tried to assure him.
"I will see you as soon as I get back in ten days." I pulled slightly away staring up into those gentle blue eyes. "You know what Becca?" He smiled down at me his blue eyes beginning to twinkle. "Ten days but only nine nights." He pulled me up tightly against him. I raised my arms wrapping them around his neck. Leaning down he gently pressed his lips against mine. Capturing my bottom lip between his, and then pulling away. He placed his thumb against my chin, holding my head steady. "I will call you or text you as soon as I can, princess" leaning back down and kissing me quickly he pulled away and released me from his grip. "Sorry I got to go." Turning to get into the cab he called out "Talk to you soon." He closed the door and pulled away out of sight.

I hadn't a moment to think. The window to the apartment I shared with Kim flew open and I heard her call out "Well that was interesting, Got to hand it to you at least he didn't send you home the very next day." I looked up at her, "Shut up!" Then I pulled the door open, rolling my eyes as I entered the building. By the time I got up the stairs the door was ajar and I am sure she was sitting there waiting on a full report. The funny thing is I already decided she wasn't going to get one. I pushed the door open the rest of the way and made my way inside. And just as I expected she was sitting there on the couch doing nothing unparticular. I closed the door and reached for the lock.

"Don't bother locking it." She said.
"Expecting someone?" I asked.
"I am." She smiled
"Blondie?" I asked
"Nope, not Tyler but Eric"
"who the hell is Eric?" I said raising a eyebrow
"Tyler's friend" She laughed "The creepy one." She said throwing her fingers up making quotation mark in the air.
" Really?"
"Eh, why not?" she shrugged. Rolling her eyes she lectured "Like you have any right to judge. Where did you just come from?'
"Stop putting words in my mouth, Kim. I just find it comical that you move on so quickly!"
"Me? I don't forget the people in my life as easy as you! How many times in the last two days did you go see Brandon?"
"That's just fucked up!" I screamed.

I turned and headed for my room. It was better than my fist heading for her face. "What a bitch" I screamed out. I knew she would hear me. I pulled off the Jon's t shirt that he insisted I take home, because girls liked that kind of thing. Reaching in to my dresser as I threw the drawer open with one hand I grabbed the first thing I saw and threw it on. I reached over and grabbed my keys off the desk and stormed out of my room, she stood there and I pushed right by her. She had a sorrowful look on her face. She knew she messed up. She went to speak and I held my hand up in her face. "Don't you fucking dare!" I snapped at her. Grabbing for the door knob I threw the door open and stomped down the stairs. I could feel myself fighting back the tears. As I made my way out of the building I heard her call out. "Sorry Becca, I didn't mean it." I turned for a moment glancing up at her. "Fuck you." I even added the finger for emphasis. I walked fast across the lawn the parking lot behind the building. Pushing the button on the key to my car and unlocking the door, swinging it open I threw myself inside, slamming it hard behind me. I threw the key in my ignition and got out of there as fast as I could.

I sat there for a long time staring blankly ahead of me. I was a fucking horrible person. I was hesitant to get out of the car; I usually came here every day. It wasn't like me to miss too many days. I realized that could no longer be said. I felt horrible and I could feel the tears sting at my eyes as they formed. I took a few deep breaths trying to regain my composure. It was beyond me how I could have been so happy the last few days. I remembered him every time I looked at my phone. Sadly I failed to get here though. I left him alone. I glanced at myself in the rear view mirror quickly. I looked just as great as I thought I did. Red swollen eyes and tear stained cheeks. I whipped at my face, trying to erase some of the traces of my breakdown. Taking a deep breath I grabbed for the door handle.

As I got out of the car I looked over my shoulder at the setting sun. The sky was orange and red and it was hard to tell where one color started and the other one ended. An unexplained breeze brushed up against me. I gently closed the door and made my way around to the other side of the car. I stepped up onto the sidewalk and made my way up the six short steps to the door. I entered slowly, that place was always so cold. And there was always such an empty feeling. The sound of my shoes against the marble, the stale air, the deafening quiet, that was only interrupted by heart breaking sobs. I hated this place, I really did. As I walked between the marble columns I sighed. My heart grew heavier and every bit of joy I ever had felt was taken all away. I wish I was stronger then maybe I could have saved him. As I rounded the corner I turned and I looked to the right. His angelic little face stared blankly back at me, he was smiling that day. It was my favorite picture of him. I leaned in placing my lips against the cold marble sliding my face down so my forehead now rested against it and I whispered out, "Mommy misses you Brandon."

This was messed up I agree but I had to start to recover things about Becca's past. I hope I didn't depress anyone. Don't worry give me another chapter or two and we will be back to the loving fluff….Thank you all so much for your reviews. You are all incredible!