Parallels Intertwined

Chapter 8

Tangled up in each other and Bri hair spread all over the bed, their peaceful slumber was distributed by his alarm time. She grunted not wanting to let him go. He shoved his hand down his pocket trying to shut it off, after a bit of struggle he managed to shut it off. 'Morning', not yet, she shushed him, 'not a morning person Huh!', all she did was scoot closer to him. 

He held on for a little while just enough for her to fall asleep again as he got off the bed to go get ready he caressed her cheeks and then was the only one left in the room.

She woke up hours later, since she wasn't required on the set, she went to get a late lunch and had planned to go to the set and chill after just to keep him company. 

She wore a cowl neck spaghetti strap powder blue satin top with a pair of black jeans and sneakers, wallet and phone in hand. She left the hotel to go to the little cafe which fell between the hotel and their makeshift set. 

She was greeted by a boy who didn't look a day over seventeen, he guided her to a quiet table at one end of the café, placed the menu card in Infront of her, and said he would come back in some time to take the order.

She looked through the menu and called for a lemon iced tea and mixed meat cheese club sandwich. While she waited for her order to be served, the table next was then occupied by a gentleman who tried to strike up a conversation with her but she kindly informed that she rather enjoys her own company.

She called Jean up and began to talk to her as the order was served up and she began to eat. Their conversation went on around twenty minutes just long enough for her to finish her meal. 

She went to the cashier to pay the check but was informed that it was already paid by the man sitting at the table next to her. She didn't have to glance over to know who they were talking about. Displeased by his behaviour, she groaned and went on to ask how much the bill had come up to and the confused lady on the other side told her €15 and Bri pulled out a €20 note and pushed it down the tip jar, thanked the lady for her food, and walked out the door.

The little bell rang behind her as the café door closed, the next thing she did was run to the set with blood splotches over her right hand and her top. She wasn't looking where exactly she was running until she stumbled into another person on set and they tried to hold her in place by then Harry noticed the agitated state she was in and quickly made his way to her.

He looked at her intensely trying to figure out what was wrong by the time he figured it out Brionna was back to herself, steadily breathing looking at him. He finally spotted the blood splotches and whipped them away gently trying to figure out if it was hers or someone else’s, she hissed a bit at the friction burns which were bound to form soon. 

“How did you end up like this?”, He wouldn’t take no for an answer so then I had to make sure he understood it in another way, she indifferently answered. “What do you mean by ‘he didn’t take no for an answer?’ did someone try to touch you or something?” He was fuming mad and he was intensely staring at her wanting to know more.

 I went to this café to get lunch, then this guy came in and occupied the table next to me, and tried to chat me up and I politely declined and called up Jean so that he would stop, so I ate and went to pay at the counter. The Lady informed me that it’s already paid by that same guy, which I hated. I still asked her how much the bill had come up to and paid it off by pushing the money down the tip jar. I walked out and now he runs up to me trying to call me by random pet names and I’m trying to keep my calm but I lost it when he pulled me by my elbow and turned me around. Instincts kicked in and I punched him in the face which made him stumble a bit and his nose began to bleed which made him mad and come at me again, so I kicked him in the rib and he fell on his side and groaned in pain calling me awful names before he could recover from that I ran to the set because I was gonna come meet you.

“Oh dear Lord!”, he said anxiously cuddling her head. I’m Okay! I swear, I used to get worse wounds when I was in training, she tried to console him. “That’s not the point Sanders, something could have happened to you, What if he took a swing at you again? Jeez, I should get you some ice for that.” 

 “I’ll get the ice, how about after you finish your shoot, we go somewhere just you and me for a little while and just be normal, plus I have a cream that will make sure I won’t get scars.” “ Yeah of course I’m not letting you be alone tonight, You sure, you're gonna be okay going back on your own?”, “Yeah, I’ll take the other route.” Okay, he insisted on walking with her till the corner and kept an eye on her until she entered the hotel premises.

Bri asked Lisa at the front desk for a bag of ice and a couple of bandages, she quickly sent a bell boy to get her ice and she opened the first aid kit which was on the shelf behind her, and handed them over. The ice bag came soon after, she thanked them both and placed the bag on her knuckles which stung on contact, she gasped as an automatic reaction to it. In her room, she went and rinsed her hand and then continued to apply ice over it and secured it in place by tying a napkin around it. She looked through her toiletry bag for that cream and placed it on the night table to use later at night.

She fell asleep waiting for him to come over once he was done with his shooting but woke up to the doorbell ring. Rubbing her eyes, she opened the door and Harry walked in with a bag of take-out whose fragrance filled the room and the other had a blanket, he placed it by the door and helped her apply the cream and bandaids, she slipped her feet into her flats. 

He held her uninjured hand and walked to the lift, he wasn’t kept glancing at her without uttering a word and she still hadn’t completely woken up,’ Where are we going? Babe.’ The beach, he stated, this place has a private beach, did you know? Nope!