"You’re doing what today?"
I cringe a bit at the harshness of her tone. Why was I expecting this conversation to be an easy one? "I’m moving." I say, again. I know she heard me the first time and that she really just wants me to say something different, to change those words, but I don’t. I can’t.
"No. You can’t." She declares, almost echoing my thoughts, putting them in different context. "You can not move out."
"Actually, I can." I say slowly, like if I talk slow enough it will get through to her. "I’m an adult mom." Does she just keep forgetting this about me or something? "Legally, I’m old enough to move out. You can’t do anything about it. I’m moving."
For a few seconds she just stands there and I can practically see the gears in her head whirling but she doesn’t say anything. Just when I’m about to feel relieved that she hasn’t started saying anything more, she opens her mouth and bursts out with, "If you move out I am taking away your car. Your father and I bought that car for you for a graduation present and I can take it away just as easily."
I’m surprisingly shocked. "What?" I ask, wondering if I’ve actually heard her correctly. But I know that I have. I scoff and cross my arms over my chest. "You are so incredibly pathetic. You know that? For some strange reason I honestly thought you could may be just the slightest bit mature about me moving on with my life, but you are just so set in making me be your little girl forever! It is absolutely ridiculous! I don’t care what you say or do. Go ahead and keep the car. I do not care at all. I’ll get my own car, on my own, with my own money. Because I can do that with or without you in my life." The words sound wonderful coming out of my mouth because I’m finally standing up to her. But I’m also incredibly worried about not having my car. How am I supposed to get to work without it?
"How are you going to move without a car?" She asks the question like she’s sure she’s got me stumped here.
And she might have me stumped. I don’t know how I’ll move, or live without my car, but I won’t let her know that. I shrug, trying to act calm, cool and collected like nothing can phase me. "I’m not really sure, but I’ll figure it out." I turn to leave, refusing to let her see the minor panic on my face.
"You might want to call in and say you can’t make it to work today. I won’t bring you. And your father is at work so he can’t either." Her voice is laced with venom.
I spin around, so angrily. "What is wrong with you? Are you happy trying to make me miserable?" Her hand comes at my face so quickly that I don’t even see it coming before I feel the slap against my cheek. I bring my hand up to my face, cupping my cheek gingerly. She slapped me. She actually slapped me. "I can’t believe I’ve stayed here... this long." I say, backing away from her.
"Wait, Brooklyn, I didn’t mean too-" I can see the regret on her face but I push that to the back of my mind.
I ignore her calling my name and go back to my room. I don’t care whether she meant too or not. I spent enough time getting smacked around by Tyler, I won’t take it from her too. I start shoving my clothes into a duffel bag, calling Jeremy while I pack.
"Hey babe, what’s up?" He says, his typical answer when I call.
"Mom just slapped me." I say. I meant to start the conversation out normally, but my brain had other ideas.
"She slapped you?"
"Yeah, when I told her that I was moving out. She’s also taking my car away, which sucks. I mean, I have enough money saved up to be able to maybe buy a used car from somewhere, but that was the money I was saving up to be able to afford paying the security deposit and first and last months rent of a new apartment. I don’t know what to do now." As I say the words, I stop packing. Packing seemed like the right thing to do at the time, but I’m not so sure now. If I don’t have a car, I can’t live at Jeremy’s. I can’t rely on other people to get me too and from work. I let out a frustrated sigh.
"Calm down, Brookie. I know you’re stressing yourself right now."
I try to do as he says, focusing on just breathing. "I don’t know what to do, Jer. I just want to get out of here."
"Just breathe, babe, breathe. Cameron is coming over with me in ten minutes to get most of your stuff packed up into his car. You’re going to use that saved up money to buy yourself a car, it’ll just mean you’re stuck living with me for a bit longer than expected, okay?" How does he always know what to say to make me calm down?
"Are you sure you’re okay with this?" I ask, worrying that I’m going to be too much for him.
"Brookie, we’ve talked about this. I wouldn’t ask you to move in with me if I didn’t mean it. Okay?"
"Okay." I say, breathing out slowly. "Alright. You’re leaving in ten, that gives me thirty minutes? That doesn’t give me long to pack."
He chuckles. "We can help you when we get there."
"Alright." After a bit more conversation, we hang up and I start packing again.
I know there isn’t much room in Jeremy’s room for me to be adding a lot too, so I pack lightly. Taking only the clothes that I know I’ll want to wear and leaving most of my knick-knacks and other things behind. When he and Cameron show up, they grab my two duffel bags and the pillows and blanket I packed up. "So what of all this that you aren’t taking, do you actually want to bring with you?" Jeremy asks, scanning the rest of the room after they took out what I packed.
I shrug. "What I packed is enough."
He looks over at me, a skeptical look on his face and he walks towards the bookshelf I have. "So you’re saying that you don’t want to have any of this with you? Jewelry? Excessive amounts of makeup," He grins, passing by the makeup I’ve left. "Books, movies, posters, need I go on?"
"No, really, I packed everything that I really want."
"And what if your mom goes crazy once we leave and sell or breaks all of your stuff? You’re really sure that you’re okay with possibly losing everything that’s here, for me?"
"When you put it that way," I start to say and I see his jaw tighten the tiniest bit, maybe steeling himself for what I’m sure he thinks is coming, but I finish my sentence, "I’m even more sure that I couldn’t care less what happens to any of this stuff. As long as it means I get to be with you." A huge smile grows on his face and he shakes his head slightly.
"You mean it?"
I nod. "Obviously, you idiot."
He bounds over to me and hugs me. "Aww." Cam cooes from the doorway. We pull apart and I roll my eyes at Cameron.
"You just love ruining the cute moments, don’t you, Cammy?"
He shakes his head quickly. "Do not call me that."
"Don’t ruin things, then, Cammy." I say, a teasing grin on my face.
"Alright, alright, I won’t. Just stop with that awful nickname."
"Alright." I say, turning back to Jeremy who can’t stop laughing.
"Cammy. That’s perfect. How did I not ever come up with that?’
"I hate you." Cameron says. "Both of you, so much right now. I should just take off with all of your stuff, Brookie and sell it somewhere."
I scoff at him. "Yeah, because you’ll get so much money selling my bras. The only valuable thing in there is my laptop, and if you sell that I will probably murder you because a lot of the things I need for school are on there."
He grins. "Get your boyfriend to stop calling me Cammy if you want to keep your stuff, then."
I turn to Jeremy. "Can you please stop calling the pouting baby Cammy? It’s apparently hurting his poor baby feelings, and I’d really like to keep my laptop and clothes from ending up who knows where."
Jeremy starts laughing again. "Alright, babe. I’ll leave poor Cameron alone. For now."
Cameron shakes his head. "I don’t know why I put up with either of you."
"Admit it, Cammy. You love us." Jeremy can’t seem to just drop the nickname.
Cam groans. "Alright, last straw. Sorry, Brookie. I’m hocking your stuff on eBay. If you want them back you’ll have to buy them."
"No, come on, I’m going to be broken pretty soon, once I buy myself a car. I can’t afford to buy back all my stuff!"
He sighs, dramatically. "Fine. I’ll let it slide this once. Let’s get going. You both have to work soon."
I shut the light off in my room and shut the door behind me as we leave. We somehow manage to avoid bumping into my mom and when we reach the front door, Cam turns to face me. "Are you ready to slam the door on all this?"
I nod. "Yeah. I am." We shuffle out, me last, and I do exactly what he said. I slam the door.
"Welcome home, Brookie." Cam says when we walk through the door to the blue house. He swings his arm out wide, like he’s showing the place to me for the first time and I smile.
"Funny how you’re the one welcoming her home yet you don’t even live here yourself." Jeremy grins at us both and Cameron shakes his head.
"No, no, you’re not seeing the full picture here, Jer. I live here in spirit. And that’s all that matters."
Jeremy snorts. "Yeah, well when your spirit starts washing dishes and cleaning out the shower, then you can start saying you live here."
Cam sighs. "That cuts deep, Jer."
The three of us troop up the stairs with my bags and when we reach the last couple of stairs, Jeremy stops me. "Watch out for that hole." He says. I glance down at the third stair to the top and raise my eyebrow at it. It’s missing half of the stair.
"What happened here?"
"Drunk Derek." Cameron tells me, taking a large step to avoid the hole. "You’ll fall through straight to the basement goblins if you aren’t careful."
"Basement goblins. Great. I’ll make sure to avoid them and that broken step." I say, carefully stepping over the gaping hole.
We reach Jeremy’s room and Cam drops the bags he’s holding on to the ground. "So, as much as I love you Brookie, and it is a lot, trust me, I don’t really want to help you unpack. I mean who knows what’s inside those boxes of yours?" Cam says, standing near the doorway of Jeremy’s room.
I roll my eyes. "Whatever, Cammy, go do whatever it is you’re dying to do. I can unpack by myself."
Jeremy grins, sitting down on his bed. "By yourself? Does that mean I’m free to just watch instead of help?"
I shoot a mock glare at him and then just sigh, shaking my head and rolling my eyes again. "You two are the worst. Go ahead, just sit there. But I’m going to have to ask you where you want me to put every single item in these boxes, so be prepared to answer a lot of questions."
Jeremy gets up immediately and moves over to a fairly empty shelf unit by his bureau. "You can hang up most of your clothes in the closet, I can clean out the two top drawers of my bureau for you to use and you can have this shelf thing for all your hair and makeup stuff." He clears off the few things on the shelf and then rearranges his bureau. And by rearranges, I mean he takes everything from the top drawer and shoves it into the third drawer, and then everything from the second drawer gets loaded into the bottom drawer. "There. All done and ready for your stuff. Now you don’t have to ask me anything."
Jeremy goes back over to sit on his bed, turning on his tv and his Xbox, and I just shake my head, trying to hide my smile. As his video game begins, I open the first box, starting on my unpacking.
Work was slow and uneventful and I’m eager to get back to Jeremy’s.
When we finally get there, I change into a pair of pajama pants and a loose-fitting teeshirt and sit down on Jeremy’s bed. He looks over at me and frowns slightly. "What’s wrong?" I ask, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear.
"Nothing, really." He says. "There’s just one downside to you moving in here."
Immediately, I’m worried. "Oh?" I ask, trying to sound unconcerned. "What’s that?"
He grins. "You have your own pajamas. I was kind of getting used to seeing you in my shirts."
I can’t stop the smile that grows on my face. "You had me worried there for a second, Jer. I thought you were going to kick me out or something."
A loud knock at the door startles us both and Cameron bursts in after a second. "I know it’s a Thursday night and I have to work tomorrow but Brookie, we are celebrating you being here and away from your crazy restrictive mother! Now get downstairs and let’s drink!"
Cam’s clearly already had a few beers and as he barrels back downstairs I wonder how he managed to avoid the hole on that step. Jeremy looks at me. "Drinks?" He has this cute questioning look on his face that I can’t say no to. So I don’t.
"Drinks." I say and he takes my hand, dragging us both downstairs.
Three hours later we’re crawling back up the stairs. Literally crawling because I can’t figure out how to balance myself standing up and I keep giggling over everything. Jeremy grabs the back collar area of his shirt and pulls it up and off him. "I really do like you wearing my shirts instead of yours." He says.
So I do the first thing that seems right. I twist my way out of my own shirt and pull his over me. "Better?" I ask, stumbling onto the bed. I can see his drunken grin as he yanks the covers up over us and attacks my face with kisses.
"Much better." He mumbles, and I giggle under his lips. He sighs, but laughs as well. "Brookie, stop laughing and let me kiss you."
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Scars And A Daisy - Chapter Thirty OneBrookie's moving in!
By Em Bishop