Wilson's POVFor the next couple days, it was almost impossible to talk to Georgia. Once again she was gone before I woke up, arrived home after I fell asleep, or just locked herself up in her room. I felt bad and I just wanted to apologize to her. I knew she was thinking the whole thing was her fault. She probably thought I regretted us kissing, too. I didn't want her thinking like that. But I didn't have any chance to tell her that.Since I had to make up for the hours I'd lost at Coffee House while I'd been in Hawaii, I'd been working a lot too. I tried texting her a couple times, only to receive a text from Henry saying that Georgia was busy.Ah, speaking of Henry, apparently he was my own personal chauffer now. I no longer had the rental and still couldn't bring my house car to Georgia's house, so Henry had taken to picking me up and dropping me off places. I hated it, but I also could understand. Georgia's mother knew somethiing was up with me so we had to take caution now more
"What?""I'm not aware of the full story, but I know that Georgia and Lee were at the McKellan's that night and that's the night Lee threw himself in front of a car. He suppresses that memory for a reason. I don't want you to bring it up. Please don't bring up McKellan's. You can mention your brother, but don't mention the place or that night. Please. Georgia went through a really rough time and I don't want to see him go back to that state."Lee threw himself in front of a car? The world was muted for a moment, the horror of her situation dawning on me. Had Georgia witnessed it? Was that why she got migraines? Is that why she got scared when someone mentioned a car crash?"Wilson?""I won't say anything," I promised her.My hands were shaking. I blinked rapidly, feeling my vision getting watery. I'd thought that Georgia could've been involved with my brother, when instead he'd been with her brother moments before he killed himself. I felt so guilty. I felt so bad for her. I couldn't
Georgia's POV.Click.Light flooded the inside of Lee's old room as I flipped the switch. My throat constricted at the sight of his abandoned bed. Nothing ever changed. Not in the room, not in my heart.Saying Wilson could use Lee's room was easy. Thinking about Henley using Lee's room was a little less easy. Being in Lee's room.. it wasn't easy at all. I wanted to keep it only for him. Keep it so he knew he had a place to return to. Except I knew he wasn't coming back. My hand clenched the handle and I fought the urge to slam the door and pretend the room didn't exist as I had been for the past half year.Grow up, I scolded myself. Lee wouldn't want this. If I couldn't do this for myself, and if I couldn't do this for Wilson, the least I could do it for was Lee. If Lee had been here, he would've offered up his bed the first night Wilson had shown up. He wouldn't have forced him to sleep on that cramped couch.Only now was I realizing how awful the couch must've been for him. And I wa
In an attempt to make myself look more normal, I tried to put wrinkles into my shirt. Wilson raised an eyebrow but didn't say anything as he took my hand and led me into the building.The air was chilly inside and smelled like motor oil and tires. I wrinkled my nose as Wilson began to talk to the person working the counter. He gestured to a pair of computers and Wilson told me to fill at the form. Once again, I felt nervous. Why did we have to fill out a waiver?"You're not going to die," he commented, noticing my hesitation."I don't think I'm going to.""Your face is whiter than the moon.""The moon is actually grey" I informed him.He stared at me for a moment before shaking his head. "Forget it. You'll be fine. Let's go watch the safety video. Pay close attention so you don't die."The safety video was approximately five minutes long and full of unprofessional actors. However, the standard practice to use a go-kart was simple. It was safer than I imagined it to be. After watching
Wilson's POVIn my head, I'd imagined my reunion with Brandon to be slightly teary and very heartwarming. Of course I should of known, since it was Brandon, it would be the opposite."Brandon!" I cried as he lunged at Georgia with outstretched hands.I was too far away to stop him, but Georgia quickly caught Brandon's arms, twisting them and holding them in place behind Brandon's back. For a moment I was too shocked by his reaction to move- Georgia hadn't seemed the type to know how to protect herself- but then I moved forward to grab Brandon's shoulders and pull him away from Georgia before he could do any real harm."So you're the one huh," Brandon said lowly, eyeing Georgia up and down slowly.Georgia looked understandably confused. "Sorry?""Brandon, don't even start," I said warily."No way! No guy is living with my little sister without my permission," Brandon said, cracking his knuckles intimidatingly.Solene snorted from behind us, earning her a dirty look from my brother. "And
At one point I would've been able to break free from him, but that was before he went to prison and became Biceposaurus. "I think I liked you better when you were in jail."Arian burst out laughing and Brandon finally released me, attempting to snatch him into his death grasp. Letting out a little scream, she ducked under the counter to get to the safety of the other side. "You can't come back here! Employees only!""I could meet you in the back room," Brandon said with a wink.I pretended to throw up.Solene walked over to me as Arian began to throw coffee beans at my brother. I grimaced at her, feeling like I should apologize. "Sorry about him.""You two seem to get along well.""Really? It seems that way to you?""Well, you look like you're having fun."Brushing my hair behind my ear, I grinned a little bit. "Yeah. It's nice to have him back. Even if he's annoying. How long have you been here, anyway? Did you come here for something?""Can't I come to a coffee shop for coffee?"My
Georgia's POV"Ms. Calloway?"My eyes snapped to Henry, who was standing in front of my desk, holding a manila folder in his hands. I hadn't heard him walk in. Straightening in my seat, I cleared my throat. "What?""Are you feeling okay? You didn't answer when I knocked, so I came in."Sighing, I rubbed a hand across my forehead. He probably thought I'd fallen asleep again. "I'm thinking.""Ah, I'll just leave this here then. It's just the information regarding the licenses for the hotel in Wailea. We've hired a Webmaster for the creation of the website.""Thank you."He nodded. "Then, I'll be going."Before he could walk out the door, I spoke up. "Can I ask you a question? Not as your boss, but as a friend?"His expression brightened. "Of course!""Let's say you know this guy and for some reason he is staying with you and it's been going great, but something came up where he wants to move out, but you don't want him to leave... how do you get him to stay?"Henry blinked at me. "Are yo
My mother stood rigid, her shoulders heaving, not moving a step. I felt like I was going crazy. I'd never been this mad before. My pulse felt like it'd never settle and my vision was getting blurry. There was no way I was settling this in a mature manner right now. If I stayed, I'd only say worse things. I had to get out of the office and away from my mother.Standing up from my desk, I snatched my keys off the holder and did my best to calmly walk to the door."If you speak to me like this again, I won't let it go," my mother said as I passed her. I didn't even try to keep myself from slamming door as I exited. Henry was waiting outside, his face pale. I tossed him my keys. "Please drive me home.""Of course," he said immediately, easily catching my keys.Henry didn't say a word the whole drive to my place. I appreciated it. I'd only calmed down slightly and reliving it wouldn't help at the moment. Usually I could take whatever my mother said-I was used to it. But when it came to Wi
Georgia's Pov"Be there at six o' clock sharp, no later. I've already ordered the flowers, as you apparently couldn't handle that task last time, so you simply have to pick them up. Be polite and courteous. Next week I want to set up dinner with Cecil and his wife, so you better leave a good impression. Carlo picked the restaurant so let him suggest what the best meal is and take his advice."It was hard to focus on my mother's words as I stood in front of my bathroom sink, trying to keep my stomach from twisting and crling and its contents from coming out. My mouth was dry and tasted like old leather, no matter how much water I sucked down. And then there was the headache. I didn't know how I was handling her shrill voice when it felt like Muhammad Ali was having a boxing match with my brain. I couldn't remember the last time I had a hangover this bad.I never wanted to drink again."Are you listening?""Yes.""Why do you sound like that? Did you go drinking?"How did she know these
No, not something. Their mother. She Uses one to control the other. I guess I found my first question. "Why do you let your mother control your life so much?"Lee's response was simple. "She's my mother.""But you're a grown adult.""You've met my mother. There's not much you can say against her. She's cruel, but she is caring. Even if she doesn't show it.""Is she the one who sent you away?"He nodded."Where did you go?" I asked slowly, unsure if my question crossed the line or not."An inpatient rehabilitation center in California. I've been there ever since the accident."I tried my best to swallow inaudibly."Your accident?"He tilted his head to the side and grimaced. "Well, I'm sure you know. An intended accident. I barely remember it, to be honest. I know I purposely wrecked the car, but after that, I don't know. I had a pretty bad concussion so they said there would be some memory loss. I was in the hospital and then shipped across the country to recuperate. And I haven't bee
Wilson's POVWhat. The. Hell.I stared out the window of the car, my heart racing. Georgia's words rang in my ears-I love you, I love you, I love you. Why did she say that? How could she say she loved me when she was the one who broke up with me?Why ask me to stay when a few hours earlier she'd told me to leave? Was I just supposed to go along with her mood swings? Whether it was her mother's doing or not, why did I have to be dragged along?My hands balled into fists. It wasn't fair to me. Bennett had said he made his choice. He made it pretty dang clear. I was confused enough as it was. I kept telling myself to pin it off as drunken babbling, but there was that part of me that wanted it to be true. A very stupid, pitiable part of me."Are you okay, Henley?" Henry asked quietly."I don't know," I said honestly. "I'm not sure if you've noticed but I'm not good at, you know, emotions.""Do you want to talk about it?"My lip twitched, breaking my temper. Henry was too good of a person.
Before I knew it I was gasping on the ground, the phone falling out of my hand. I couldn't find the strength to get up. The world was spinning and suddenly I felt nauseous. Closing my eyes, I rest my head against the foot of the stools. "I'm sorry, Wilson. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry."Walter forced me off the ground, leading me over to one of the booths."Wait here. I called someone to pick you up.""Not my mother," I said, my blood going cold with dread."No, Georgia. I didn't call your mother."My muscles relaxed slightly. I was afraid if I tried to relax completely my body would slide back onto the floor. It vaguely registered that I was being embarrassing, but I didn't know how to stop. Like everything else in my life. How to stop my mom from controlling me. How to stop Lee from throwing his life away. How to stop Henley from leaving me.I wasn't aware I'd fallen asleep, but I jolted awake when I felt a small pair of hands shaking my shoulder. "Bennett? Wake up. I'm going to take you
Georgia's POVEmpty.That's how the house felt. Maybe it was how I felt too. Rain beat against the windowpanes, blurring my view of the outside world from where I stood in my living room. Droplets of rain fell from my hair and dropped onto the tiled floor, already muddy and marked from my shoes. I realized belatedly I'd forgotten to take them off.The windows reflected my white washed image but I could barely process it. All I could see was the image my mind kept replaying- of Wilson, tears in his eyes, walking away from me. Straight into Lee.I gasped, grabbing my chest as it clenched agonizingly. My body tensed, trying to fight the pain and waiting for it to pass. Spots blurred my vision and I staggered to the stairs, using the railing as support to pull myself up them and into my bathroom. Locating my strongest bottle of pain relievers, I dumped a couple into my hand, swallowing them down dry.What was Lee doing here? How was he here? Why didn't anyone tell me he was coming? Had I
The sound of a ringtone filled the car and Lee picked up an iPhone from the center console. "Hi, Henry. Yes, she's with me now. No, you don't have to come out to meet us- it's raining, stay inside. We'll be there soon.""Uh, where exactly are we going?" I asked when he hung up, feeling it was a question I should of asked before we started driving."To your place. Henry sent me the address."Again, I thought I should be a little dubious about Henry giving out my address to Lee, but Lee seemed like a safe enough person. And I trusted Henry. Lee couldn't be worse than the hobos, anyway. When we pulled up to my house, Henry was waiting outside on the porch, despite Lee saying not to."Are you that excited to see me?" Lee teased as we climbed up the steps together.Henry cleared his throat, turning his chin up. "It's been awhile.""It has," Lee agreed, shaking off his umbrella. "Still alive, I see."The joke fell short as the happy expression on Henry's face slid off, replaced by a serious
Wilson's POVLee Calloway.His form towered above me, a puzzled expression on his well-featured face. Maybe it wasn't right to think this now, but I couldn't believe how handsome he was. He was like some kind of model or Disney prince or something. He shared Bennett's dark hair and green eyes, but Lee's were contrasted by his pale skin. The word angel flitted to mind.This wasn't how I pictured him to look like, mainly because I pictured him in a coffin, but somehow it made sense that he looked like this. It just fit. Lee Calloway, the angel.Who wasn't dead."Are you okay?" he asked, his gaze lingering on my face.His question starled me and I quickly brushed some stray tears away, feeling embarrassed. Crying in front of strangers wasn't my thing. Especially not my whatever's older brother.Well, ex-whatever."Lee," Bennett said again, his voice sounding more frantic. "What are you doing here? Is everything okay? Does Mom know you're here? Are you okay?""One question at a time, Ben,
"How could she do this?" I whispered, staring at it, my heart beating like crazy in my chest. When had she bought this clothes? When had zhe planned on giving it to me?"What's wrong?" Brandon asked.Zipping the dress back up into the garment bag, I tossed off my apron. "I need to see her. I have to go. Arian, can you close up? Please?"She nodded, seeming bewildered. "Of course. Where are you going? To his house?""Yes." My whole body was trembling.This didn't make any sense. If he was going to end things with me, he wouldn't have bought this dress."Are you going to be okay alone?""I'll bring her."My eyes snapped to the door, where Henry stood, hair matted dovwn from the rain that had just started falling. He pushed his glasses up and gave me a nervous smile. "Hey, Henley.""Henry? What are you doing here?""I'm sorry I haven't had a chance to come see you," he apologized. "Mrs. Calloway made Bennett and I go to Hawaii last week. We just got back today.""Wait, what? You guys hav
Wilson's POVTurns out fighting for our relationship was easier said than done. No matter how hard I tried, I could not contact Georgia. She blocked my number. She blocked my work number. She refused to answer any calls from Solene's phone. When I stopped by her house, her car was never there. It was like he hadn't been home once since zhe'd decided to cut me out of her life, She was doing everything she could to avoid me. I had no doubt in my mind his mother was behind this- especially considering the fact Curtis had coincidentally decided to drop his lawsuit the same day Bennett disappeared. But that didn't mean I was only pissed at her. How could Bennett have given up on me so easily? Why didn't he even try to fight?Why couldn't he just tell me what happened? Why couldn't he have at least ended it face-to-face? There was so much I wanted to say to both of them. There was so much I wanted to say to him. but I just couldn't get to him. I groaned, dropping my head into my hands. Thi