"I'm sorry Bronson." She lightly laughs then shakes her head. "Here I am crying on Christmas morning. Are you sure you wouldn't want to go see your sister?""She doesn't want anyone at the hospital just yet. She told us all she needs her space, and I'll respect her wishes for now. Today, is about the two of us making a new out of the darkness of our past."She nods her heads and I kiss her again. Standing up, I walk over to my nightstand, pulling out the red pathetically wrapped Christmas present that I had made for her. I walk back over to her and place it down on her lap."You got me something?""Of course I did." Did she assume I wouldn't?"It's just that… I know you didn't always celebrate it with....""Nikki, you mean so much more than anything before you. I wanted to get you something not because of the holiday, but to show you how much I have changed."Watching her rip into it like a child has me chuckling under my breath and when her breathing hitches as she pulls out th
I look over at Nikki whose eyes continuously travel from me to the book I hold firm in my grasp. I know what this is, I know what this means, but I don't exactly know how she acquired it. Like the little mind reader Nikki is, she reads me well and answer my nonverbal question."Your mom helped with most of it, and Anderson filled in the rest. Your family wanted you to have a piece of the remaining parts of their life that you missed out on. Your father.... he wrote something on the inside. I didn't look, I think that's something you should read alone, but if you want, I can be here when you do."Her voice sounds so distance, so lost, and I know she is wondering if she made the right decision with this gift. I lean forward and kiss her soft lips, then smile. "This is perfect Nikki. Thank you."I look back down, and open the front page, laughing when I spot the first picture, the picture of my parents wedding. This photo meant so much to my mother, she always told us she knew our fath
It's been three days since our amazing holiday. Three days of pure and relinquished bliss. Three days of holding onto a potentially dangerous secret. Bronson still does not know about Anabe, he doesn't know about my role in coming here in the very beginning and I fear that once he finds out, we will be over.I know I have no choice. He needs to know, and I have to get him to understand the severity in the situation, but I have no idea where to start. I'm being a coward, I know that, and given that Bronson is the thing I lose when this all blows up in my face, is the reason for my cowardly motives.My decision today of telling Rand before Bronson is exactly that. Cowardly.Bronson left for work over an hour ago, and although I still have until Monday before work begins for me, everything could go wrong between then and now. This is the moment I must take advantage of.Only I have no idea how to do that.I call Rand praying it does not go to voicemail and breath out a breath of reli
"And he cornered you at your work?" Rand asks. I can sense his anger growing as I retell him the story of what transpired at work the other day. I haven't been back home, haven't spoken to Bronson, all I can think of in this moment, is solving our major issue at hand.Alexander Anabe.He is the reason I am here, in front of Rand at this moment."Yes.""Sh*t" He mutters then begins pacing. His wife, bless her heart, is actually quite calm. She hums a beautiful tone as she waters a few plants around the home. She's offered me lemonade and fresh homemade peanut butter cookies. I think if I weren't so worried about Bronson and what Anabe's threat could potentially mean, I would laugh at just how different she is than her husband."We have to tell Bronson, Rand. We have to let him know what's going on. We cannot wait any longer.""We need time Nikki. If we tell him now, he could very well still be in danger. Bronson will react in ranger and fear, and do something stupid, like go after
Rushing past the doorman, I take the elevator up to the penthouse, my body anxious to get to Bronson.After Rand and I spotted him drunkenly incoherent at the breakfast bar, Rand had called him, only to have it go straight to voicemail. We couldn't hear Bronson, but we made out a few words like, backstabbing and traitor. Not understanding what must have clearly went down, there was only one thing I could do. Got to him.I told Rand to stay there, while I spoke with Bronson alone. It was clear he had sent Nadia home, and I didn't know if Anabe or Brody and Mick were following me. The last thing we needed was to throw them off by showing me with Rand. He was my ace in the hole and I needed him hidden for now.My foot bounces anxiously as the elevator takes me up and I ponder in my head for the hundredth time, what could have possibly happened. Rand went back into the video and saw that it was Bronson that destroyed the penthouse. It was hard watching as he destroyed everything around
No.... please God no."Did you honestly believe that I wouldn't find out?" He walks past me, and I turn to spot him going into the study. His feet are bare and with the glass surrounding each step in his course, I run over and stop him from moving. My hand is on his chest and my eyes down casted on the floor where I can spot trails of blood."Bronson, please, the glass, you need to put something on your feet."Pushing my hands off him, I get thrown off balance, landing harshly on the glass covered flooring. I scream out when the glass cuts through the palms of my hand. For a moment, Bronson looks worried, he reaches out and lifts me up, expressing concern when his eyes travel my body and pulls my palms out to observe, but something ticks inside him, a bomb goes off in his mind and he quickly pulls away from me again."I want you out of here.""Bronson.""You lied Nikki. You lied to me about everything.""How did–""Anabe came and spoke to me. He told me everything, about you an
I don't notice where I am walking until I look up and spot the Serendin Atlas in front of me. How ironic that Bronson kicked me out and this is the first place I turn, the place that is currently trying to destroy him, destroying me along the way. I didn't know where to go, I could have stayed on the streets or even strapped myself inside a rundown hotel until the morning where I would undoubtedly go over and try speaking with Bronson again.The words he spewed at me come returning to the forefront of my mind and I cringe at his last statement about my parents. The pain registers from back when my aunt came out of her house in tears to explain to me and Brody that our parents were gone and never coming back. Since that moment, I have always wanted to make them proud. I wanted them to know that I was taking care of Brody and keeping us safe, but Bronson was right. I failed them. I haven't kept us safe, neither of us have our high school diplomas, Brody is constantly high and I'm a f*ck
I wake in alert to my new surroundings. It's one I'm familiar with, but one I'm immediately regretting. I sit up, looking around as if the world will suddenly make sense if I take in the scenery around me. My room is the same as it was the day that I left The Serendin for Bronson's home. I can still remember packing up the little items I claimed to own, as Mick and Charles gave the speech about saving my brother.My brother.I never heard him come in last night and I don't know what scares me more, the fact that he isn't here, or the fact that I can no longer tell if I can trust his word. I begged him not to go after Bronson, explained that I wasn't brainwashed and that I was in no immediate danger from him, but if he's not home, where the hell is he?I stand and walk over to the small cracked dresser I bought from a furniture store going out of business years ago. Pulling out a pair of cutoff jeans and a plain white tee, I get dressed and come out of the room, in search for Brody.