Chapter 22
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His voice when he said those words sounded so chilly, a shiver runs over my body. The way he said Sammy with so much mockery has me confused. A bang on the wall and Sam's shocked gasp has me panicking so I push the door open. They both look startled, Sam's eyes widen in surprise. She's shrinking against the wall while Ronan's hand is at the side of her head. She looks..scared?
"What's going on?"
I move between them, shielding Sam. Ronan plasters a smile on his lips, a fake smile.
I turn and smooth my hand on Sam's shoulder
"What's going on Sam?"
She doesn't answer she's shaking. I turn around
"What did you do to her?" I ask horrified at her body language.
"I didn't do anything,we were just talking, right Samantha?"
I look at her over my shoulder
"Yes."
I don't believe her one bit,she can't see herself right now.
"Whatever is going on," I pause giving Ronan a hard stare "I'll find out."
"I'll find out why my best friend is so scared of you Ronan."
"Kim.." he tries to touch me but I slap his hand away
"Don't play innocent with me. You've been changing lately,I don't even know who you are anymore."
"Kim,I can never hurt any-"
"No. Stay away from my friend." I grab Sam's hand and drag her out of the room.
"We should probably go." I suggest
"No. I'm fine." She says, I search her face
"Are you going to tell me what that was all about?"
"It's nothing Kim. I'm fine." She smiles. I don't believe her.
"Okay."
Two hours later, Sam is drunk and I'm tipsy.
I get up to dance, a song plays loudly on the big speakers and I sway to the music.
"Can I join you?"
I open my eyes and they land on Andrew. My body freezes, I can slowly feel my blood turn cold. Before I can move he grabs my waist slamming my body into his.
"Let me go." I weakly push at him, alcohol swimming in my system.
"Shh. I need to tell you something important baby doll."
He whispers
"I said let me go!" Fear grips me
"Now now my doll,it's something you really want to know. it's important"
He leans in closer whispering
"It's someone you trust."
I pause, what?
"What do you mean?" I ask confused.
He opens his mouth to speak when I see a fist landing on his left cheek hard.
I gasp as a drop of blood splashes on my face and I blink.
Brandon moves to Andrew and punches him again, he lands on the ground with a thump. Brandon kneels and pounds his fist into Andrew's face. The girls scream in horror.
He lifts him by the shirt, Andrew's head hangs back.
"It was you."
Brandon says bitterly and hits him again and a
I gasp covering my mouth with both hands.
Xander and Lenny pull Brandon away from Andrew who smiles like a Maniac with bloodied teeth,cut lip and bleeding nose.
What the hell is going on?
I hiccup on a sob and Brandon turns, his eyes are not the green I've come to find comfort and peace in, this shade scares the shit out of me.
Sam stands on my side smoothing a calming hand up and down my arm.
Slowly,his eyes change to a softening green. I look at his hands,there's blood on his knuckles and some droplets on his face and shirt.
He takes a step forward and I instinctely step back fisting my hand to my chest.
He pauses, looks at my hand then back at my face, realisation seeps in
"Baby..I won't hurt you."
He tries to touch me and I flinch,
His expression turns to one of hurt.
I shake my head in a no.
"You think I'd hurt you?" He asks in a strained voice
"Sam? Take me home." I whisper, a salty taste dips at the corner of my.
"Okay." She looks at Bran apologetically, I wrap my hands around myself, turn around and start for the door.
Two days of torture, pure torture of not seeing or speaking with Bran, ever since we started dating,this is the longest we've ever went without talking or seeing each other.
My heart hurts and so does my head.
Sam has been telling me to just hear Brandon out, I know I'm somehow being unfair but I don't want any explanation.
He scared me. He clearly said "it was you." Last week,he nearly broke his leg because someone intentionally spilt oil near his changing locker. That might have put his future at risk but that doesn't excuse him almost killing someone. He would have had Xan and Len not intervened and that thought still scares me, it's like he lost control,what if he somehow loses it way out? The thought alone scares me.
He's been calling non stop and I haven't been picking up or responding to his messages.
As for seeing me, I haven't left the house for two days, I told mum to tell anyone looking for me that I left for uncle Luca's place.
Xan: Kim, you need to see him please,he's not himself lately and his head isn't in the game,you know what that means to the championship right?
Jonathan: He's acting wreckless, he'll get himself in trouble Kimmy.
Sam: Kim, please talk to him. He's going to ruin his life if you don't,you don't wanna regret it when that happens right?
I stare at the messages literally biting my tongue in thought.
I throw on a hoodie, jeans and some sneakers, tying my hair up in a ponytail,I leave the house heading to the location Sam sent me.
I park in the driveway and seat in the car for long seconds.
My shoes squeak on the floor, the moment I round the corner I find everyone there including Naomi. What the hell is she doing here?
"What are you doing here?" I ask her
"Same question I did." Sam says
"She's with me." Michael one of the football members answers, I move my focus from him and go straight to the point
"Where's he?" I look at Xan,he directs upstairs with his head
I reach the door and push it open.
Brandon seats on the edge of the bed his elbows on his knees and head in his hands. He looks up slowly,too slowly. His eyes meet mine and I stop breathing, there's dark bags under his eyes and they appear red and tired.
"Kim." He says like he can't believe I'm really here.
I place my hands in my back pockets.
BRANDON
I lift my head slowly finally giving up on telling everyone to fuck off whenever they come to bug me, what I see makes my heartbeat pick up.
"Kim." Is this just a fit of my imagination or what?
She looks beautiful, more beautiful than I remember. She places her hands in her back pockets keeping a distance. The fact that she's scared of him rips my hear in two. I stand and take careful steps towards her. I see it, she holds her breath.
I stand in front of her staring down at her face,she doesn't look up at me,she doesn't move at all.
I wrap my fingers around her chin and her body tenses, I clench my jaw.
Lifting her face to look at me I ask
"You think I'd hurt you?"
I search her eyes,she doesn't answer.
I pull her closer by the waist and her eyes break contact with mine. I gently shake her by the chin.
"Look at me baby. Please."
She does, I lean in closer,my lips almost touching hers.
"Brandon..no." she whispers pleadingly
"Do you really think I'd hurt you?" I ask again
She stares at me,her eyes almost crossing because of how close I am.
I press my thumb on her lips
"No." She whispers,
"Then stop pulling away from me."
"I was just..scared."
"I'd never hurt you baby,I don't want you to be scared of me."
She shakes her head slowly
"I'm not scared of you, I'm scared of what I made you do. I don't want you to hurt people or get in trouble because of me."
"I'd do anything to protect you, even if it means risking my life or future."
A tear slides down her cheek and I lick it off her face
Her small hands wrap around my neck resting at my nape. We both breath each other in and then we kiss like breathing in air after almost drowning.
