Mrs. Maybe Not

Chapter 9

(Back to Brittney's P.O.V)

"Brandon over here!" I hear a male voice yell.

A few seconds later, arms are underneath me, picking me up.

"Is she okay?" A small girls voice asks. It was probably Kenzie.

I'm placed down on a comfy, seat. Brandon's truck. There's a loud bang in the back, which I assume to be my bags being thrown into the bed of the truck.

"She's fine, darling," Brandon sighs. "James, hurry up. It's cold and late out."

I can just imagine James rolling his eyes as he responds, "I can tell that, thank you Captain Obvious." The car door slams, shaking the car a bit. "Lets go now."

The car is silent for awhile, and then Brandon clears his throat, "James, if Ashley isn't going to be here cause she just skipped out, I'm going to need you to watch Kenzie so I can go to work."

"More like so you and Brittney can f*ck." James replies under his breath.

If only I could slap him right now, but lucky for me Brandon does.

"Don't say that. She's been through enough. And I don't play that way." Brandon snaps.

I hear James start to laugh a little bit, "So are you telling me you're gay?"

"Daddy, what's gay?" Kenzie asks, softly.

"Kenzie, darling don't worry. And James shut up would you?" Brandon grumbles.

The rest of the car ride seems long, and is dead silent.

Soon enough though, we come to a complete stop, the car turns off.

"Take Kenzie in and then come grab Brittney's bags please. And bring them into my room." Brandon whispers.

"Oh so you guys are gonna f*ck." James laughs.

"Shut up and take her inside already." Brandon snaps, and the doors open, and then slam shut.

A few seconds later, my door opens, and the cold breeze nips at my face. His arms come around me, lifting me off the seat and I'm pulled out of the car. My head gets pressed against his chest, and he starts walking towards the house.

"James get the door for me please." Brandon half whispers but half yells.

Soon the warm of the house wraps around my body and I feel my skin getting warmer. A minute later I'm placed on a bed, and a blanket is placed over me.

A pair of lips presses against my forehead and another body lays down on the bed, and their arms wraps around me, pulling me against them.

"Brittney, you aren't allowed to leave me again." His voice is low. "You better remember that tomorrow. Goodnight beautiful."

I open my eyes to see Brandon's arms around me and us spooning. He's shirtless and I can see his 6-pack.

I sigh and snuggle in with him a bit more. It felt like when I would sneak into my sisters room and sleep with her when I was too scared to be in the same room as Caleb.

I close my eyes again and fall asleep feeling safer than I ever have before.

-=+=-

I wake up, feeling cold, the memories of yesterday rushing back. Looking over I notice that Brandon is missing. I sit up and look around at his room. It's pretty basic. The walls are a light blue, it has the furniture any average bedroom would have, there's one poster and it's of a band by the name Green Day.

"You're awake?" Brandon asks stepping in, I nod and he smiles slightly, "Breakfast will be ready soon if you want to go shower or clean up. Not that you need to or anything." He awkwardly scratches the back of his neck.