BRIANNA'S POVAS I Slammed the door behind myself, one thing was certain, I was convinced I was thethe meanest person alive at that point in time, I had acted without thinking and only in reflex and slapping him was the last thing I should have done.There was no use crying over spilled milk as Whatever way I thought if the deed was done already.I thought about walking back to the room to apologize but my pride was adamant that he deserved it, all those wouldn't have happened if he had just stayed in his space.I had no idea about why I had acted that way, it was the first kiss I was getting from him in months, but I had let my emotions get the better of me.As I roamed the Patio, I could still feel his lips burning upon mine painting it's nakedness with art, I raised my fingertips to my lips and touched them slightly.My Goodness what did I do? Why did I do it?.A lot of questions were racing in my mind at that moment, questions I didn't have the appropriate answers to, the more
BRIANNA'S POVI FELT A lungful of air escaped me. I'd been shocked and startled by his voice and the way the light came on that I would have fallen to my butt on the bed.Instead I teetered backward and steadied myself, of course I had left him in the room when I barged out twenty-five minutes ago but then I had not expected to see him wallowing in the darkness.“Fuck! What did you do that for ?" I asked, looking at him vexed with how he had acted.My stomach tightened when I saw the look on his face, I swallowed hard at the darkness that I felt his eyes, he was angry and filled with so much anger.It got me thinking it was more than the slap, that certainly was enough to drive any man to anger, I had acted stupid and had come back to apologize but with the state I was meeting him—The way he looked at me made me tingle everywhere. I spun around as I looked around at the state of the room that looked as if someone got into a fight with him– It could have been a fight after all– A fi
BRIANNA'S POV I COULD HEAR Something still ringing in my ears, perhaps it was my voice in the distance or perhaps our voices if that includes Mrs. Trevor as well. I had passed out as well, the shock had been too much for me to bear and after screaming my head's out calling his name and still seeing the blood flowing out of the heavy cuts on his knuckle I had passed out, but not before seeing his mother and his driver and guard Pascal rushing in. "Get the ambulance!" I heard her scream in panic. I could hear everything in my soul, could feel everything— The tiny sounds, being pushed in a trolley but yet it felt like my brain was living a whole different world while my soul lived another. For a bit, my eyes fluttered again as we were pushed in through the hallway of the hospital, this shouldn't be serious yet it was in a certain way, I closed my eyes again as my mind shut out. "It was just the shock, she doesn't even have to stay if you want—" I heard someone in white saying as my
BRIANNA'S POVTHAT SPARK from, life the spark you get when you feel anxiety or when you are overwhelmed with anonymous emotions that came with it, I could feel every bit of it now. I could feel every bit of that emotion, that spark from having to see Stormy again, but at the same speed that it had come bursting through through me like a strong whirlwind it was receding.As I got back to my ward, I laid on the bed to ponder about everything that had happened, the fact that I had seen him again could not be the ignored at it took majority of my heart in a way I didn't quite understand, he sure looked different perhaps the fact he was rich now spoke length.It felt silly thinking of another man while mine was in the room down the hallway but could blame me, I was not used to this new Changed Michel, not matter how I tried to see things differently there was this fear of what happens when he changes back to the old version of himself.The fact that he had been jealous, jealous enough to—
BRIANNA'S POVHOME, that one place meant to be filled with bliss and supposed happiness.Wasn't that what all home's were meant to be about?It left a lot of questions let unanswered in my mind eating me deep and leaving a deep blank hole inside it, that couldn't be filled up no matter how much I tried to do it.All what I had expected was the perfect picturesque of what a home should be and gradually I was starting to feel that had not been realistic so far all through this while.The next few days, before Michel got back, was almost as perfect as what I had imagined prior to that time. As a matter of fact I was getting the attention from his mother that had been pending all this while, all that was left was for him to be the one giving me all this attention.Deep down all I wanted to do was not to give him any troubles as I felt I was to blamed partially for what had happened to him even if non of that was my fault, it was an excuse to get myself distracted from seeing Stormy ag
BRIANNA'S POVMICHELSON was starting to show me a part of himself that I had thought didn't exist, he was like a converted devil, who was washed of all of his sins and the truth was in a way I was buying into everything he was doing or had been saying over the last couple of days.At first I had thought he would be be back to his old self after everything again, each night I be expecting him to disappear into oblivion as he had always done but he was settled on making sure I was disappointed at the end of it all each of those times I walked into the room.and found him right there in a corner of it , drinking or busy with his phone.I was getting all the attention I wanted and this time it was from both mother and child for the first ever that I had been staying with the Trevor's.That part that she had told me existed before his father's death was beginning to see the light, it was leaving the recessive part of his consciousness where it had laid dormant and was coming to the more do
BRIANNA'S POVIT IS ONE THING giving promises it was another fulfilling them, never though Michel was the type of person to fulfill his promises up till this moment as I was merely judging him from how far he had gone in the past.If I had been shocked by his new behavior then how much more when I heard his voice as he got back early just as he had promised, at first she couldn't believe her ears that he could possibly be the one but after making her way down to the stairs there he was at the end of it.It had been months …it had been long months of holding myself in check while he acted the way he liked and pleased, it had been long months since I had to deal with him cheating among so many other things , long months since I had made the adjustment from my solitary life.Those long nights had left me cold and feeling silly about making a terrible mistake, but now I couldn't decide what and kept me pushing all this while, I knew it was something – A factor more from gumption.Now tho
BRIANNA'S POVASIDE THE SOUND of music that drifted through the car as we made our way to the function all I could feel was silence , silence so cold that it could be chipped at with an ice pick if we let it.In a way it seemed as though we were dealing with our diverse thoughts and it was eating us deeply at the same time.I wondered what he was thinking about, and that was all that was making me quiet. It took a few glances to where he was to know he was deeply engulfed in a plague of thoughtful silence and in a way I felt it could have been infectious as I was feeling the same way soon enough as it had spoken.A lot of thoughts came to my mind and I wondered which of all I could pick. Did he want us to go back home? Perhaps he had changed his mind or was it the fact that he was deep in thought about the bad things he had done?The thought kept creeping through my mind, as I was experiencing many thoughts as wellbut I couldn’t say I would take it back.As we hit the road I loo