A Perfect Mistake

|Chapter Fifteen| - A Flashforward

Brielle rolled over in bed. She squinted, not seeing her husband. He normally held her tightly during the night. She sat up and grabbed her glasses from the nightstand.

She could tell he wasn't in the bathroom. Brielle sighed and walked downstairs to check the kitchen.

"You're kiddin' me."

Brielle stopped when she heard her husband's voice. It sounded familiar but she couldn't quite tell who it was.

"I'm not. You need to go wake up Brie." Brielle recognized this voice as Jarred's.

"I'm awake." Brielle announced as she walked into the kitchen. Jarred and a guy, who she couldn't make out clearly, stood off to the side.

"Brie-"

"What's going on? It's the middle of the night, Jarred. You don't just pop in for a visit at 3 in the morning."

"Matt's in London." Jarred blurted. 

Brielle stiffened. "Matt's. In. London?" She said slowly. Jarred backed up against the counter as if Brielle's words had moved him.

"Yes. I've been trying to-"

"You mean you knew he was here?!" Brielle screamed.

"I was trying to keep you from being stressed even more, Brie!" Jarred snapped back. "Look, we've got a serious problem."

"No shit, Sherlock. Matt's in London. But, seriously, Jarred. You went however long without telling me. Why now?" Brielle said. She was trying not to lose it but it was way too early in the morning for her to deal with people.

"He's got your friends." Jarred whispered.

Brielle stopped. "Jarred Lee Young, you better be kidding."

"I wish I was Brielle. I wish I was." Jarred said.

The other man looked at Brielle worriedly. "He won't hurt them, will he?"

"I don't know. He'll do anything to get to me." Brielle said. Her voice shook.

"Brie, I've called Sarah. She's gonna help us. Maybe she'll get Matt to come to his senses." Jarred said, trying to reassure her.

"I can't believe you, Jarred." Brielle said.

Brielle's eyes snapped open as her head connected with the floor. "You've got to be kidding. Again? What the hell?" She whispered to herself. What was that dream all about? She thought.

"You okay?" Brielle rolled over and saw Quinn standing over her. He was dressed for school, reminding Brielle she had to go with him.

"Yeah I fine." She said, sitting up. The bright side was that her head didn't hurt near as bad as last time. Brielle grabbed her bag and went down the hall to the little bathroom she had claimed as hers.

Brielle ran a brush through her hair. She pulled it back and let a few strands hang loose. It was fading from purple back to her natural brown.

Brielle sighed and finished getting ready. She had no clue what the dress code was but she decided to play it safe and wear jeans and a sweater. It was chilly in Mullingar so she wouldn't get too hot.

Mrs. Blake made breakfast and instructed Quinn to keep an eye on Brielle. As the pair was headed out the door, Brielle's phone rang. Her mother was calling her again.

"Let me take this and then we can go." Brielle told Quinn.

Quinn awkwardly stood to the side as Brielle explained to her mom she had to go. "Yeah mom. I love you too." He heard her say. "Bye mom."