Playing Games

Chapter 35

BRENDAN POV

After Savannah storms off, I immediately try to find her to knock some sense into her. I don't understand why she's here and why she's feeling sorry for the bastard who put his hands on her.

I truly thought that what I said was getting through to her and that she was finally realizing what and who she deserved to be with, yet she instantly runs back to be by Logan's side.

I don't understand.

I was only trying to help her see just how ridiculous it was to go to the hospital when he never gave a damn about her, yet she lashes out and goes back to hating me.

She couldn't be more wrong when she said that I couldn't give a damn about her, when in reality, she's all that's on my mind nowadays. Savannah means so much to me, and I know that she doesn't see that right now, but still.

If I didn't care about her, I wouldn't be this determined to get her to open her eyes. I would just allow her to destroy herself again, which would ultimately end up destroying me.

She needs to detach herself from Logan because it didn't take him a split second to do that to her. I'm confused as to why she still seems so attracted and attached to him.

I'm so confused.

I realize that I've circled the ICU about three times already, and once I'm out of my daze I start heading down the hallway towards the benches. I crash down onto one of them, sighing heavily before placing my face in the palms of my hands.

"Brendan?" A voice calls out, and I look up.

Rian stands there, and his overall presentation isn't as sharp as it usually is. His regular uniform is wrinkled with spots of blood and sweat on them, and his hair is disheveled. His wedding band glistens on his finger, and he sits next to me.

Although he's my younger brother, I tended to look up to him because he was the golden child. I was jealous and thought that I had a level of superiority over him, so when I wasn't getting the special treatment that the oldest usually got, I became envious.

Overall, he just has his life together and isn't a cluttered mess like mine. He's not caught up in all of this insane drama, and his head is on right. I've aspired to be like him since I was younger, but never said any thing because I was so worried about keeping my tough image.

Rian and I sit next to each other on the bench, and we stay silent for a while as we listen to the chaos echoing throughout the halls.

"What's wrong, big brother?" Rian asks, and I sigh.

"I don't even know where to fucking start." I huff.

Rian gives me a few rough pats on the back, and I quickly wipe away a tear before he can notice it. God, I'm putting myself through all of this shit just to prove to Savannah that she can trust me and it isn't even working.

This is total bullshit.

What's it going to take for her to realize that I'm doing this because I care about her?

"Honestly, I don't understand how you settled down so easily. Women are so complex, it's ridiculous." I say, and Rian chuckles.