My Best Friends Brother

Trust

Hey guys this is Christie's P.O.V again, enjoy :)



I walked into Margarets room with a box full of cookies.

She looks up at me with a smile on her face.

I sit down on the chair next to her and give her a big hug.

She looks at me strangely for a second, but hugs me back.

I hand her the cookies and she frowns, her expression turning dark.

"What are these for?"

"Well, I wanted to thank you for doing this for me, for reading the diary and always being awake when I come in," I tease.

She laughs good naturally, her head bobbing slightly up and down.

"I taught you well...I hope those cookies are soft," She said.

"Of course they are, wouldn't want to break your old teeth now, I heard their fragile,"

Margaret laughed again, this time finally taking the cookies in her hand.

"Ok, enough of this, let's get to the story," Margaret said, grinning.

I rested one arm flat on the arm rest of the chair and the other arm held my head upright.

I comfortably sighed and waited for the story to start.

Margaret opened the book and began, "It was our first real arguement. The town had been visibly shaken by an incident.It was an incident that had people questioning what was right, from what was wrong. A man, on noticing a house on fire, went inside to save the family inside, however, after realising that a man who had threatened to kill him and his loved ones was there, he decides to save the mans family but not the man himself. He does this of course, without telling anyone and so the family thinks he just ran out of time, the police luckily, find  out the truth."

"So this guy didn't know where his arch nemisis lived?'

'I suppose not," Margaret replied.

"And the arch nemisis guy with the family didn't even know how this guy he threatened looked?" I asked

"It was very possible in those times, for people doing illegal business transactions and deals, to never actually see the face of the other party involved, but sometimes a person could be recognised by a birth mark or a tatto, which may have very well hapened with this story," Margaret explained.

Finally the pieces started fitting together.

"So your saying that on entering the house, this man thought it was a normal family but on seeing the birthmark or whatever was the case, decided to save the family but not the man," I said.

Margaret nodded, smiling broadley.

"So you get it now?"

"Yea I guess, so what else happened?" I asked.

 Margaret gave a wistful smile, closing the book softly.

"The couple had an arguement about it, the guy defending the man who saved the rest of the family and the girl defending the other man,"

I frowned slightly, "Why would they argue about that?"

Margaret laughed, "That's like asking how you fall in love with someone, it just happens, you get caught up in the moment and things just...happen,"

"You were the girl," I whispered.

She shook her head, "Geez, how old do you think I am? This is my grandmothers diary, do you see the mold on the pages?"

I laughed, "No I don't, it looks like it was binded over,"

"Maybe it was," She said with a sly smile.

"Continue the story, did they make up? Did she cry? Did he cry? Did they break up?" I asked, my questions overflowing all at once.

Just then a nurse came in saying that Margaret needed to take her medicine.

I looked pleadingly at Margaret.

"I'll tell you next time," She promised.