A Player, A Bet and The Badass Nerd

Birthday Blowout Part 2

Bree's P.O.V

"You've already seen and touched a million girls. It's not like seeing one more it any different," I rolled my eyes.

"It is different Bree. You're not just any girl to me," he admitted. "As terrible as this might sound, none of those girl meant anything to me but you...you're just so....."

His eyebrows knitted together as he struggled to find the right words but in all honesty he didn't need to finish the sentence for me to understand what he meant. The look in his eyes as he appraised me and the tone of his voice was enough. I understood his feelings all too well. He made me feel something that I couldn't put into words, it was like there wasn't a word on this planet strong enough to describe it. I'd probably be just as troubled as him if I tried to describe it. So instead I leaned forward with the intention of kissing him but the tire shot out from under us toppling us into the water head first. I felt Ian's arms grab my waist as he gently pushed me to the surface.

"Are you okay?" he asked anxiously and I coughed up the salty water.

"Yeah," I grunted. "Guess our weight was a little too much for the poor tire," I laughed.

"Lets get you back to dry land," he said protectively not laughing at my poor excuse of a joke.

We swam back to the dock and he hoisted me out of the water quickly, that's when I noticed the something was off. The music had stopped and everyone was standing silently paying attention to some disturbance. I got a bad feeling and took off in the direction of the shouting. I pushed my way through the crowd until I broke into the center of the action. Brad was standing with his back to me between two tall figures in all white while Ray was arguing with another just beyond them. My heart sped up as I caught the gist of the conversation and realized that the three men were from the mental institution.

"What's going on here," I huffed when I reached Brad.

"Nothing," he said calmly and patted my head.

Like I was going to believe that. I had never even seen Ray frown once since she had been visiting our house so the fact that she was enraged told me something was up. And the presence of the psych ward's employees only further confirmed my suspicions.

"What's this all about?" I demanded glaring at one of the guys in white.

He sighed like I was annoying him. By the expression on his face, I could tell that he probably wanted to be anywhere but here but that was not enough to quell my anger.

"Look kid, I'm just here to do my job," he supplied.

"Which is?" I growled.

He exchanged a look with the other guy before he sighed again.

"We got a report to pick up a patient that was thought to be in violation of his probation," he announced.

"Probation!" I screeched. "Probation? Why the hell are you making him sound like some kind of criminal?"

"Please calm down miss," the other one begged placing a hand on my shoulder.

I shook it off violently ready to square up.

"That's not the case," he continued raising his hands in surrender to show that he meant no harm. "From what I can see, it's clear that there's nothing remotely wrong with the boy or his conduct. But when allegations are made, it's the hospital's policy to restrain the patient to ascertain whether they are a threat to themselves or others."

Allegations! Restrain! Threat!

Did the sorry excuse for a mofo really think that his little explanation was going to have a calming effect? Was I supposed to say "Oh I see then carry on," and just let them take my brother? He basically just said they were going to lock my brother away for some allegations. They had no evidence, no proof that he had done anything but they were going to lock him away anyway. Well if that's what they thought was going to happen here, they were sadly mistaken.