"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
Wilson's POV"The house is ready for you to move into," were Solene's cheerful words as she arrived at Georgia's house on Saturday afternoon.I checked the date on my phone. It was only August 1st. "Really? Already?""I told them it was urgent. Everything checked out okay." he told me, sliding around me to enter the house. "And it's faster when you pay cash up front. Is Georgia here?"I shook my head. "No, he went out somewhere with Henry this morning.""Well, it's best that he isn't here for this.""Haha, yeah." I rubbed the back of my neck, feeling slightly guilty.Georgia really didn't want me to move out and it felt kind of wrong planning it behind her back, but she knew it was coming. If she was here she could probably guilt me into staying. I wasn't sure if I was strong enough to turn her down. But I did know that Brandon and I needed our own space."We're here too!" another voice chirped and I looked out the door to see Arian rushing up the steps with my brother in tow."Hİ,"