Where You're Meant To Be- Larry Stylinson

Chapter Four

hey everyone! sorry it took so long but here's chapter four

Im practically begging you to vote and comment, i honestly need all the feedback you can give me. much appreciated. 

i know its a lot jumpy sorry its prob confusing i hope u can keep up with me its-1-am-on-a-school-night writing 

not much happens kind of a filler

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brit xxx

"Good morning, Shane!" My head whipped away from the computer monitor at my desk to find the source of this too-happy-for-eight-AM voice. A tall blond mid-fifties lady stood at the entrance of my cubicle. I scanned her face for familiarity but found nothing. She bounced up and down with her hand on her hip, a wide smile spread across her face. 

"Sorry, do I-"

"Oh, God! How rude of me!" She chomped on a piece of gum, slapping a hand to her chest, "I'm Cathy!" 

I felt my eyebrows knot together and I opened my mouth to speak, but quickly closed it when she took a step toward me.

"I'm your mother!" She whispered. A cough caught in my throat, and I hacked a few times before looking back up at her.

"Great," I nodded.

"I just stopped by to invite you out tonight for dinner with Charles and I, we'll send a cab for you around six!" She came closer to squeeze my shoulders, tightening her face up too much as she did so. 

"Oh, uh, alright, I-"

"I'm late for a client, though, darling, we'll catch up this evening. Have a wonderful day!" She pulled my cheeks into her palms and spat a wet kiss onto my forehead before turning and leaving my cubicle.

I sat, unmoving, and replayed in my mind what had just happened. It was still painfully early and my brain was having issues processing this new information. I shook my head, swallowing hard and turned back to my monitor.

Seconds later, however, Brad appeared where Cathy had been only a short while before and cleared his throat. I looked at him expectantly.

"There was traffic," he explained, desperately, "I would have got here sooner, I swear! I thought she would wait until after lunch!"

I rolled my eyes, "There's this device called a phone, you know?" 

He let out a deep breath, catching the banter in my voice.

"Your accent is showing," he warned, changing the subject and entering my cubicle to lean against my desk, "careful."

"Everyone has weird accents in California. I'm fine."

"Whatever, man. Don't say I didn't warn you," he nudged my shoulder, but I knew he meant it. He was a bit too serious for a Monday for my liking.

"About Cathy or my accent, which?"

He shook his head, "Watch it, Shane," his hands dove into my dark hair and messed it up. I slapped his hand away in banter.

"Don't you have somewhere to be, ya?" I scoffed at him.

He nodded, "Actually, yes, I have a meeting in a half hour."

"Better be on your way, then," I had a shit ton of work to do and wasn't prepared to have to stay extra late that day.

"Yeah. Watch the accent, though, I'm not joking around," he pointed his finger at me then did a quick wave before leaving and before I finally got back to work.

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"This took place last night, sir. The custodian that found him outside thinks he may have been sleep walking... The patient hasn't spoken to us yet... No harm appears to have been done... No... Yes, he had one visitor last night, but he left early on... The name on the sign-in sheet says Ty.... No... Of course, that shouldn't be a problem... Thank you, Mr. Cowel, we will make sure to keep you updated... Alright, take care." The nurse hung up the phone and hung her head low, shaking it.

"Thank you," I whispered, seated in the hard, metal chair in the main bureau. I studied her old and crumpled face, seeing the distress oozing from it.

"He could have my career gone in an instant, Mr. Styles. Do you understand?" Her tone was hard but had an underlying sympathy that couldn't be missed.

"I understand. It won't happen again, I promise." I kept my voice quiet. Ty took in a deep breath from the chair next to me.

"I should go. I'll be lucky to make college before lunch..." He smiled at me and stood up to shake the nurse's hand, "I'll come around tomorrow or something," 

I nodded, saying goodbye. He exited the room, the door clicking behind him. 

"Do you care to tell me what you were doing smoking cannabis in the parking lot of our facility? And how, in God's name, you managed to get out of supervision?"

"I'm sorry, I just-"

"Do you know what would have happened if it had been a young girl who found you as opposed to out custodian? You're lucky you were unseen, or else our little story wouldn't have been satisfactory for the big man."

I hated the way she spoke of him as if he were God, or some greater power. Her face was still flustered and it was obvious she hated lying to Simon.

"It happens again and he gets the truth. I'm doubling your therapy and booking you into a different group session. Another nurse will find you later. Go."