WilsonGeorgia was staring at me. I tried really hard not to notice, but it was pretty much impossible. Her eyes followed me everywhere I went. She was so busy watching me that she almost caught the meatballs she was making on fire (her idea of a great dinner was spaghetti and meatballs made from scratch).That aside, her constant gaze was making me unconmfortable. Even while we were eating dinner she was staring and she missed her mouth at least five times, leaving a trail of tomato sauce down her chin, which she didn't wipe away in time, so it left a stain on her pale skin.I ate with my head down, so I didn't have to make eye contact with her. Why was she acting so weird? Was it because I told her about my family? If I'd known she was going to react like this, I wouldn't have mentioned it.Her change in demeanor and attitude was so drastic and sudden it creeped me out. Did she really feel that badly for treating me the way she had been? I appreciated it, but maybe she was taking it
For a moment it seemed as though Georgia was going to argue with me, but she just sighed lightly. "Are you done? We can leave now; I'll finish eating later. You're barely going to get any sleep. You need at least eight hours of sleep each night.""I usually survive on five," I told her, standing from the table. "Do you need help cleaning up?""No, I'm not paying you to clean up. I can do it after. Let's go."As we left her house, I caught myself glancing back at the room she'd scolded me for almost entering earlier. Seeing how it was her brother's room, I get that she didn't want me going in there. But did her brother still live here or not? Why would Georgia leave her room set up if she didn't? Maybe her family was just as messed up as mine.Georgia held the door open for me and we headed for her fancy BMW. I turned the radio on as soon as the car started, Andrea was standing there with a huge smile on her face holding what I suspected to be packs of food."There you are," she growle
Wilson's POVI stumbled my way into my bedroom and almost gasped. My bed was torn to shreds; my pillows were in pieces. My closet was practically empty. "Who steals shitty clothes?" I yelled into the destroyed room, kicking at one of the pillows strewn on the ground.I couldn't believe it. I should've known those hobos were up to something. I shouldn't have let them stay as long as I had. I should've done something about them in the very beginning. This was what I got for my kindness? Georgia appeared in my bedroom doorway, frowning deeply. "The police are on their way. You should take some pictures.""I get it," I muttered."Excuse me?""I totally get homeless people wanting things," I ground out, "but did they have to steal from someone who barely has anything? I mean come on! Just ask for some hand-me-downs! Don't wreck my entire place! What the hell. What the hell?" I ran my hands through my hair, letting out a frustrated sigh. I was so dumb. I should've foreseen this."You sho
"Wilson? What's wrong?""Um," I started, hating how my voice was shaking. "The dress you bought me is gone. They stole it.""The one from the other night?""Yeah. I'm really sorry. I know it was a lot of money," I said, staring at the empty shoebox. "The heels are gone too."Georgia took a sharp breath of air and I prepared myself to be berated. "I'm really sorry!" I said quickly, feeling horribly embarrassed. Tears were starting to form again. "I'll pay you back for them. I really liked them. I really wanted another chance to wear the dress. I'm really sorry you had to waste yur money. I'm really sorry my shitty luck caused you to lose money-""Wilson," Georgia interjected when I paused to take a breath. "Calm down."I shut up because a few tears rolled down my face and I knew if I spoke at this point my voice would crack."Don't worry about the dress. That much money doesn't- no, I mean, I don't want you to pay me back for it," she told me, her voice low and serious. "That's the la
Georgia's POVRain pattered against the wall window in my living room and I tried hard to focus on it and not the young man who was currently soaking in the Jacuzzi tub in the room above. I sat on the couch with one leg crossed over my other, drumming my fingers on my knee. After so many years of solitude in my house, it felt strange to have another presence around. Solene usually only stayed for a couple hours when she came over, but Wilson was staying the whole night.I looked down at the couch where he'd probably be sleeping. Wilson was big, but I didn't think he'd be able to lie down comfortably on it. I'd mostly bought it for the sake of the design in my living room and the fact that it was a good brand. It wasn't meant for sleeping on. But what was I supposed to do? Offer for him to sleep in my bed with me? I'd most likely get accused of seducing him- and I definitely wasn't going to be the one sleeping on the couch.He's been through a stressful situation, I scolded myself. I c
It wasn't Henry's fault. My mother was an intimidating person; she could make almost anyone bow down to her. "What kind of mother would use that against her own daughter?""I didn't want to repeat it," Henry said apologetically. "Your mother is just very serious about this and has noticed your absence this week. This is a crucial moment in your career, Ms. Calloway."I clenched my jaw. Unfortunately, he had a point. The Hawaii project was my project. I couldn't try to pass it onto anyone else. What kind of example of my leadership would that be? My employees were supposed to respect me, but who could respect a lazy employer?"I really wish I could do more to help you," he added quietly.His words pacified me and I let out a quiet sigh. He was a good worker and a better person and I probably didn't deserve him. It wasn't right to take my frustrations about my mother out on him. "I'll come in tomorrow. How long do you think I'll have to be at the office for?""I would request you stay f
Wilson's POVInsisting on sleeping on Georgia's couch had seemed like a good idea the night before, seeing as how I was a guest and all, but by six in the morning, I'd decided it was probably the worst idea. I felt like I hadn't slept at all. The cushiorns weren't comfortable and my body was too long so I had to curl up to keep my feet from dangling off the edge of the arm supports.I briefly considered getting up just so I didn't have to try getting comfortable again. Just as I was shifting, a light from the hallway above me turned on. I turned my head up to the balcony and saw Georgia stumbling toward the stairs, her head bowed. She was dressed in a navy blue dress and her hair was wet, as if she'd just gotten out of the shower. As she came up to the couch, she seemed to have noticed me and I froze with my eyes half-closed, hoping she wouldn't notice I was awake. After a minute she started moving again, this time more slowly as if she was trying not to wake me up.It was ruined, ho
After placing it back on the safety of the counter, I slipped deeper into the water and put the jets back on and closed my eyes. I wasn't sure how possible it would be to clear Brandon's name. He seemed dead set on it, but a long time had passed already since the accident had happened. Would a new lawyer really help this situation? His current one bore a competent name, but still had landed him in jail and turned out to be a waste of money. But honestly, there really wasn't much evidence to support it wasn't Brandon who had stolen the car and crashed it. Any lawyer would have a tough time trying to prove his innocence. Just saying I believed in him because he was my brother wouldn't do anything in a court case."Dad would know what to do," I mumbled, pulling my legs against my chest.He always had the answer to everything. No matter how much trouble Brandon or I got into, he would always bail us out and only scold us a little. Now, without him, life was more difficult.Being an adult
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