All Chapters of My Best Friend’s Brother Is My Sneaky Link : Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Camille: For what felt like eons, time seemed to stand still. Daniel successfully hid his amusement as he watched me process what he had just told me, his eyes trained on nothing else but me. One would wonder why I was reacting so dramatically over being reminded I had my period, but it was much deeper than that. I was being bombarded with several emotions at once, which had begun even before now. Everything was confusing. Just when I thought I had it all under control, he had to go and say something like this to remind me that I was currently not the one calling the shots in my own life. Lucia, my own best friend was lying behind my back for some reason, Reggie was putting so much pressure on me even though we hadn’t started dating yet, school wasn’t going so great, and greatest of all, Daniel who was like hot water one day and cold water the next, constantly reminded me of how unstable I was, that a seemingly harmless truth he had said could elicit such a reaction from m

Camille: That face. The one I thought I would never see again. He was glaring at me, the lines on his cheeks on the same spots they had been more than a decade ago. No matter how much I kept running, I would never be free from him. “Come here!” He groaned, his voice sounding as close as if I had never even started to run off in the first place. His big burly hands caught my shoulder and spun me around, while he laughed in my face, his cigarette flavored breath choking me. “How many times have I asked you to stop being a pain in the a*s and do as you’re f*cking told?” He yelled, before shoving me forward, and catching me by my hand which was now so tiny, right before I hit the ground. I heard a crack and I was so sure it was from my now dislocated shoulder. I cried, but my cries only seemed to fuel him. He laughed some more, as his minions who looked just like him, joined in. I cried, physical pain and humiliation clouding my brain. I hated it here. I wanted out, no matter what.

Camille: The relief that engulfed me was not something I could explain. For the rest of the day, I kept smiling uncontrollably. It was quite laughable that I had let the wrong result push me to the edge and had led to almost healing wounds opening again. By the end of the day, I practically skipped to work. Knowing my grades were still intact lifted a huge weight off my shoulders. It was proof that I still had a huge chunk of my life in perfect order. And better still, that I wouldn’t have to storm into the professor’s office for any reason. Miss Winston was attending to a customer when I came in. Her face didn’t split into a welcoming grin when she saw me as it usually did and I felt a little chill when she gave me an icy glare instead. “Good afternoon,” I greeted her and she simply nodded and went back to talking to her customer, whose eyes remained on me, clearly sensing that something was amiss. It was weird, but knowing better, I quietly walked down to my desk and

Camille: My head hurt. It felt like someone was continuously hitting my head into a wall. The pain came and went like a throb, remaining consistent, yet worsening after every break. When I opened my eyes, all I could see were blurry lights above my head. I tried to look away, but my head was fixed in place. I couldn’t turn my neck or any other part of my body for that matter. “She’s awake, doctor,” I heard someone say frantically. “Hello,” the unfamiliar voice I recognized as the doctor’s said, his smiling face coming into view. “That was shorter than I expected.” I tried to speak, but my mouth completely refused to open. “You were manic when you were brought in so we had to lightly sedate you to keep you from hurting yourself. That was over an hour ago so you’ll be able to speak and be on your way before long,” the doctor continued. “You have no wounds or even any internal bleeding, just a concussion, which is a miracle considering the kind of accident you were r

Camille: The next few days passed by quite uneventfully. Miss Winston sent me an impersonal text apologizing for her son’s behavior and telling me I could leave work indefinitely as she had to take care of her son in the hospital. I never went to see him. I didn’t know exactly how bad his condition was, but I couldn’t push myself to go. Even though I felt bad for him, I couldn’t shake off the reminder that if things had gone slightly differently, I would have been in the one in his position, or worse, I would have died on the spot. I couldn’t trust myself enough to go there. What if I saw him and got so filled with rage, I pulled off his life support. Okay, thankfully, I wasn’t that crazy, but still. I wasn’t so sure where I stood at the moment and didn’t want to risk any thing triggering me. Things weren’t better at the apartment either. Lucia kept to herself throughout the weekend, locked up in her room. When she finally tried to sneak out on Sunday afternoon and found