Chapter Twenty One - Creep

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A/N - Maybe an emotional trigger chapter, involves depression.

My heart pounded as he closed the door. I wanted to beat the door down and beg for his forgiveness, but he wanted to be alone and after all the pain I'd already put him through. I needed to listen. My eyes burned from all the tears I'd already cried, I couldn't bear to cry anymore.

I left my room and walked downstairs. I opened my computer.

DJackson – Meet me tonight, we'll talk. Don't make any rash decisions. Please.

Ambs – There is nothing to talk about. Me being here is hurting him.

Djackson – Amber. Please.

Ambs – Fine. Come pick me up.

I frowned and stared at the screen. There was no way Daniel of all people was going to be able to talk me around. He was the one who'd gotten me in to this mess. I walked outside and sat on the step. I won't lie. I hoped Jackson would walk outside and sit next to me. I hoped he'd say he wanted to talk, but when Daniel drove up the driveway and Jackson still hadn't opened that door, my heart broke a little bit more.

I hoped in Daniel's car and pulled my seatbelt on. "You look like shit." I mumbled. He looked like he hadn't slept, his hair wasn't expertly groomed like normal, and he had bags under his eyes.

"Thanks." He replied with a shrug. "So do you."

We pulled out of the driveway, and I looked back at the house and my eyes filled with tears. How I had any left I wasn't sure, but they fell like a waterfall. Daniel drove back to his place and we sat in the car.

"I'll tell him it was all me. I told you not to say anything, I'll make him understand." Daniel muttered.

"That'll be difficult when he won't talk to you." I whispered.

"He won't want you to leave Amber."

"You didn't see his face, He looked at me like it was physically painful to be around me. He was there for me, through everything these past few months, and I repaid him by keeping secrets about him."

Daniel let out a long sigh and let his head fall back against the head rest. "I'm sorry I put you such a hard situation Amber. It was really wrong of me."

"I didn't have to listen Daniel. I guess I did because I was so happy to finally be happy. I didn't want to threaten it all."

"He should be angry at me though. Not you."

"He has every right to be angry at me." I replied. "I'm going to do what's right and let him move on from this, without being in his face all day every day."

"Just think about it first. Wait it out."

We talked for a while longer, He took me home as night fell. I waved him off and walked back inside. It was dark and all the light were off. Jackson was either in bed or not at home. Even though I should have been after the lack of sleep, I wasn't tired. I walked out to the granny flat and frowned at the picture of Jackson sitting on the easel. I hadn't painted in a while. I hadn't needed too. Tears fell down my cheeks for what seemed like the millionth time that day as I lifted it off and turned it away, placing it down on the floor. I lifted a new canvas up and stared at it for almost ten minutes. I wanted to paint, but I didn't know what. I finally picked up my brush and began to paint a shattered mirror. I wasn't sure what it meant, or why I'd picked it, it just seemed right.

Hours passed, until finally I was too exhausted to even walk back inside. I pulled my sketch book down and flipped through it. Smiling, frowning, and crying as I turned each page. I lifted the book and a small piece of paper fell out. I reached for it, and opened it up.

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