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Break Me!: Maggie Lindemann, Siickbrain
"This isn't your fault, Brianna." Jonathan places his hand on my shoulder from the corner of my eye as I stare at the floor.
"He's right." Martha sits down. "After everything you've done for us, for Clark, this is not on you, sweetie." I feel her take her hand in mine and the phone rings. "Hello? Clark. Is that you?" She places the phone to her ear. "Please, come home." She holds out the phone to me.
I slowly take it and place it to my ear. I go to speak, but I can't find the words. It's been three months. Three fucking months. Meaning he's had that damn ring on his finger for three months.
"Kent." I force out. "Listen to me, okay? I don't care what you did, or why you did it. I don't care, okay? I'm not gonna ask questions and I'm not angry with you." I start playing with the necklace he got me. "I just need you to come back, okay? Come back." I say through gritted teeth and my eyes start to water. I then hear him breathing softly through the other end. "Okay, um, how about you tell me where you are, yeah? Tell me where you are and I'll come get you. I'll find you, take you back home, alright? Just tell me where you are." I lean my arms over my knees. "If you don't tell me, I'll just find you myself. You know I will." I wryly chuckle.
"I miss you." Clark finally speaks on the other end.
I pull the phone away and put my head down. I close my eyes and let the tears roll my cheeks. I now pick my head back up and sniffle. I clear my throat and place the phone back to my ear. "I miss you too." I whisper back with a grin as I make a fist around the number pendant from the necklace he got me. "Like, a lot. Maybe."
"So do I. Maybe." He chuckles. "I'm sorry. I didn't-"
"Shh, shh. Kent—" I cut myself off and shake my head.
"The baby."
"You owe me money, Kent. Cause it's a boy. Dominic Miles Brady."
"Dominic. After your dad?"
"Yeah. Yeah, after my dad." I slowly nod.
"Virginia. The internship. Did you go?"
"Just tell me where you are, okay? I'll come get you. Tell me." I whisper and he hangs up. "Dammit!" I slam the phone down and get up, now starting to pace.
"Brianna—" I cut Jonathan off as I head upstairs and I enter Clark's room.
I slam the door and run my hands up and down my face. I then run my fingers through my hair and sit down on his bed. I lean my arms over my knees and shakily exhale. I now look around his room and see photos of us on his nightstand.
