Falling again (sequel to NGLS)

31.) Never keep a secret

Cam's POV:

It had been one and a half weeks since Bria died. Nash still didn't know. I felt really bad for not telling him sooner. I knew he was going to be pissed with me once I told him, but I was in denial about the whole thing. I still believed Bria was out there alive and well. Plus he wasn't easy to talk to.

I got up from my bed and went into the Kitchen. Nash was on his phone laughing at something. I took and deep breath and sighed. "Nash..." I said but his eyes were locked into his phone. "Nash, this is serious." I said in a hushed tone. Nash rolled his eyes and looked at me. "What." He groaned. "Bria.." I started but I was cut off by him saying he didn't care about her. I contemplated on whether or not I should tell him. He would feel so terrible about saying what he had just said.

"Nash!" I finally said in disbelief. "Okay, what?" He shut his phone off and gave me his undivided attention. "Nash Bria's... dead." I said and a few tears slipped from my eyes. Nash just sat there. He blinked a few times and then looked at me. "What?" He asked in an angry tone. "She died a little over a week ago." I added and I was crying. I had cried pretty much everyday since the news. My eyes were constantly red and puffy. My head hurt everyday and I was tired.

"WHY THE HELL DIDN'T YOU TELL ME!" He screamed. "Nash I'm sorry." I whispered. He got up and stormed out of the house. I was hoping he would finally realize what a jerk he was being. Not once did he visit Bria. Jack he saw everyday at least twice. Nash would spend more time doing drugs and drinking than seeing or even thinking of his own sister.

I dried my eyes with my shirt and got a glass of water. The water was cool, it reminded me of Bria. Everything has been reminding me of Bria. A few days ago I was going upstairs to get something and when I passed her room, I froze. I peered in hoping that she would be lying on her bed. I was so convinced that this was just a dream, but it wasn't.

I set my glass down on the marble counter. I leaned against the refrigerator door trying to clear my mind of Bria. Everyone was a mess. Kelly told me Jack wouldn't talk to her. She blamed it all on Bria, and I may have said a few choice words that I would not like to repeat. When I went into the hospital to see if it was true, if Bria was really dead, the whole staff looked miserable.

I couldn't stand seeing all of those sad faces, so I left before I asked. I drove home and locked myself in my room. I haven't watched TV for a week, I haven't eaten for a few days, and I haven't really talked to anyone. It rained a lot. The angles were crying hard, Bria didn't deserve this. The days were grey and gloomy. All of the leaves on the trees had fallen off. It was always cold and windy outside.

I just wished it wasn't Bria. Everyday I would ask to no one in particular, why it was Bria. It wasn't healthy. I would spend all of my days thinking about her and I would cry and cry until I felt as if there was no possible way for me to cry anymore.

I headed to the bathroom and brushed my teeth. I decided to take a shower to wash away the thoughts of Bria. The shower welcomed me with warmth. It was relaxing and for a split second I forgot all about Bria. It felt nice to forget. The warmth I received from the water hitting my skin was enough to make me fall asleep. I turned the shower off and warped a towel around my waist. I stepped out and was hit by the cool air.

I shivered and quickly dried myself off. I put on my clothes but I was still a little cold. I went to the living room and plopped down on the couch. I turned the tv on and I put on some random show. I was watching criminal minds and I remembered that this show was Bria's favorite.

She would always rave to me about how amazing this show was. I laughed at the thought of Bria telling me all about Criminal Minds. She always got so into it, as if she were in it. She seemed to know everything about all the characters and the suspects. She was always right when it came down to who did the crime. I don't know how she did it, but she did. She never seized to amaze me.