Stepping out of the room and beginning the journey down the halls, the first person Beth bumped into, literally, was Mia, and not too far behind her was a little boy. From the look of things, they were playing tag. "Sorry!"She was going to go past Beth when Beth grabbed her shoulders."Mia."Her little head shot up and almost immediately, excitement entered her eyes."Aunty Beth!" She threw herself at Beth, climbing her when Beth's hands went under her arms. Chuckling, Beth hugged the little girl to herself, patting her back and watching the little boy come to a halt before them and scan her inquisitively. She scanned him right back. Something about the boy looked jarringly familiar, but before Beth could place it, Mia pulled back and exploded into a rant. "Aunty, I have been looking for you. We checked the toilet, the roof--""The roof?!"Mia nodded enthusiastically, a small, emphatic frown on her face. "Yuh-huh. We even went to the reecpon. You were nowhere. Where did you go?
After a full course meal at a small restaurant just down the road where the staff had been just too overjoyed to attend to the Steven Michaels, they had then gotten some ice cream and began back to the hospital. "Ten out of ten meal?" Beth nodded almost instantly, a wide smile on her face. "Ten out of ten meal."As soon as they stepped through the hospital doors, Steven spotted Rosco walking down the hall looking curious, and lifted a hand to attract his attention. Rosco caught sight of them and began towards them. Returning Mia's wave and ruffling Mordecai's hair, he took one look at Beth and tilted his head to the side."Hm. Steven goes missing, turns up with you almost an hour later and you have a huge smile on your face." He playfully narrowed his eyes. "What did you do?""I had burgers," Beth reported, raising her head with satisfaction.His brows shot up. "Burgers? You're this happy because of burgers?"She nodded enthusiastically, wide smile never falling. With a small, f
As expected, Frederico had asked where she was going. Also as expected, she didn't tell. Was he happy about it? No. Had he offered his support still? No. Why? Because he really didn't like the idea and Brandon was going to come get her anyway. Beth could almost scoff. It was almost a week later and still no improvement from Brandon. As the minutes had turned into hours and the hours into days, Elizabeth had gotten her international passport ready— quickness courtesy of Micah Yosef— packed, spoken to her landlord, finalized with a moving company, spoken to Lola's vet, googled the weather and everything else there was to know about Ireland, also googled the ins and outs of an airport, what to carry, how early to arrive and even what to eat before hand and not, and had tried her best to reach out to everyone and make sure everyone was okay. Jasmine, Byron, Dorcas, Mordecai, Mia, Christopher, Grace, the girls, Brandon's friends, and even old man Rogers. When she'd told him she was le
Faint sounds travelled in and out of his ears, rebounding off the muffled whoosh in his brain. His eyes remained unresponsive no matter how hard he tried. The only part of him that moved as intended were his fingers, which he made sure to tap a steady rhythm with. He was fully present but stiff and that frustrated him to no end. Something was off. He felt off. Brandon couldn't remember clearly what had happened, but it definitely felt good to be conscious, no matter how immobile. Having tossed and turned all through the night, Elizabeth was up and wearing a hole into the floor by 8 a.m., giving Lola's peppy something interesting to follow. By the time 8:30 rolled around, she was a panting mess. Why? She didn't know. She just... Ugh!Running her hands through her hair, she went on her knees and prayed. Asked for the mercy of God, prayed for Brandon to be fine, prayed for everyone else, and prayed for her to... Be able to breathe? Minutes later, she ended and got up. She didn't
"She's gone.""Where's my phone?""What do you––""She won't be––""Sam, your phone please?"Sam handed over his phone without complaint. Upon Jasmine's complaint, Brandon sat, but still rose the phone to his ear."Hello?" Frederico answered gruffly."Frederico, it's me. Find out where Elizabeth is," he barked in Portuguese."Brandon?! Welcome back, buddy. I already have her location.""Good. Where?""Jfk airport. I'll be there in twenty minutes."Brandon nodded once and ended the call. Everyone stared at him expectantly. With sudden strength, Brandon pushed up to his feet and marched to Brian, ignoring Jasmine's growl, and said,"I need a change of clothes and––""I got it all ready. Bathroom.""Thanks," Brandon breathed with relief and rushed into the bathroom."Byron, we can't let him go now," Jasmine appealed to Byron, seeing as everyone else was either too shocked to move or had smiles on their faces.Byron wrapped his arms around his troubled wife and said,"I understand your wo
Arriving at the airport at exactly thirty five minutes past nine, Brandon rushed out of the car and into the airport. Never in his days had he taken advantage of his name and status like he did then, not above bribing his way in when a few airport officials posed a challenge. After robbing him of a solid eight minutes, Brandon rushed into the waiting area with Frederico hot on his heels, attracting more than a few stares and gasps. Looking over the people with wild eyes and a thundering heart in his chest, he almost fell to his knees when he spotted Beth curled on a chair, watching something on an ipad. Before his eager legs could make a move, Frederico grabbed his arm and asked,"Fancy privacy?"Brandon glanced at Beth, then the crowd, and nodded."Wait in the bathroom." Frederico pointed.Nodding once, he turned and marched in the direction of the restroom, distractedly glancing at the watching people as he did.Frederico went to a corner and began waving and signing at the woman by
All thoughts left his head.Brandon felt his brain rattle in his head. His ears tingled. He blinked once... Twice... Then blinked again. Goosebumps rode his skin with an ardent vigor, turning his flesh inside out. His nipples puckered. It was night time, yet he felt the heat of the sun. He simmered and bubbled till he felt as joyous as the sun in the summer, but he didn't know what to do with himself. His head felt full and empty at the same time.Beth waited for something. Anything. Her fists clenched with anticipation. 'Please say something.'Her mouth dried out and her skin crawled with an emotion she refused to identify.'Please say something.'Her eyes held his, waiting. Begging.'Say something. Please!'When he looked away, her shoulders fell. The dark mist of absolute gloom clouded her heart, and she smiled. And she'd thought she had nothing else to lose... She chuckled lowly even as a tear fell. It felt like her heart had been ripped out and the space, emptied. Slowly and
"I don't." Everything within her lurched to support her words."Then stay.""I can't.""Why not?"A helpless breath left her mouth. Her eyes flew around like she was looking for someone to save her."Talk to me, my love," he urged gently, tilting his head to catch her eyes.As she licked her lips and observed him with unsure eyes, Brandon watched the frightened little girl within, the one he hadn't seen in a long time, make an appearance and shy away."I'm tired," she let out. "Of bad things happening even with the good. Of all this. Even when things are good, I have to suffer. I have to be in pain. I have to endure and smile because they aren't as bad as the bad times. Why do bad things always have to happen to me? I can't stay here. The memories... Brandon, I can't.""I'm sorry."Her eyes took on the look of confusion. She frowned. "For what?""Betting on you. I'm really sorry--""That has been forgiven, Brandon.""But it contributed to this feeling right now. I am sorry I added to