Saving Brownie | ✔

Chapter 40 : Storming Away In Fury

"Brownie, why did you?" I whispered to myself, slipping into my boots.

"What? What happened? Did something happen to Clark?" Ally asked, her voice laced with worry which made me boil in anger.

"You have no right to act all worried and anxious! Don't forget that you're the one responsible for this, you little shit!" I hissed and furiously tied my lace. She wasn't entirely to blame, it was Clark's choice to do what he did, but I couldn't help myself. I was so angry, so angry at myself and at the world.

"I . . . I didn't mean to . . . I just loved him---"

"Oh, save it! Now get out of my way, I need money for the taxi. Zach, where is your wallet?" I snapped and shoved Ally away who squeaked like a little squirrel.

Zach didn't know what to do. He stood there like a concrete pillar, obviously freaked out by the fact that Clark was in the hospital because of them.

Clark attempted suicide, stupid Clark. How could he? How could he leave me just like that? Maybe I didn't matter to him at all. Why would I matter to him? I was this annoying little brat who always got on his nerves. But I thought that somewhere between our games and revenge, I made him smile. I thought I made him happy, but of course I didn't.

I failed at the one thing I thought I was good at.

"I'll come with you," Ally offered nervously and I scoffed.

"To lessen the chances of him breathing again, no thanks."

"No . . . Ally's right. We both will come with you. I . . . I want to see . . . " Zach trailed off and I frowned.

"See what, asshole? See him die? What a wonderful show, right?" I spat out and could see the pain and guilt flicker in Zach's eyes.

"I'm not evil, George. I'm your brother. So please," he pleaded in desperation and I huffed, giving up.

"Fine, come along. But you two would stay away from Brownie. If you guys, especially you Ally would pull any shit there then I wouldn't hesitate to kick your scrawny ass," I threatened in a low voice and paused. "And I mean it."

Zach and Ally just nodded as all three of us exited the apartment and sat in Zach's car hurriedly. Ian had texted us the address of the hospital so Ally was directing Zach to drive towards that place. We arrived at the hospital after approximately fifteen minutes and rushed in, my brother and his girlfriend trailing after me.

"Ian!" I halted in front of Ian, my chest rising up and down as I panted.

"George," Ian started ruefully, "Clark's in there, the doctors are checking up on him. He's unconscious, so once he gains his consciousness we'll be allowed to see him."

"Oh, okay." I leaned against the wall and took a sharp breath. "What really happened to him?"

"He drank a lot. If only I was there, I could have stopped him. Robert found him in that-that state," Ian explained and I let out a breath that I didn't know I was holding in anticipation. So Clark hadn't attempted suicide, but wasn't alcohol poisoning a form of suicide? Was he planning to drink to death?

"I'm so sorry, George. I wanted to--- "

"No, stop. I don't want to talk to you Ian. I'm mad at you and you both---" I narrowed my eyes at Zach and Ally. "I'm mad at all of you and especially you, Ian. You were always this sweet friend of mine and you knew how I felt about Brownie."

"H-how do you feel about Clark?" Ian asked dubiously and I mentally smacked myself.

"Ally, nice shoes!" I pointed at Ally's girly sandals randomly, but in reality the bright pink colour of her footwear gave me eye cancer. However, I was just attempting to change that absurd topic.

How did I feel about Clark? Pfft, I was no heroine of any romance novel. I certainly didn't like that dude although he was super rich and incredibly sexy who drove me crazy---

See, I felt absolutely nothing about him.

"Thanks, George," Ally said kindly, "I brought these gorgeous sandals from--- "

"Oh, shut up! Who cares? I said I'm not going to talk to you!" I scowled at a wide-eyed Ally who's glossy lips immediately turned into a thin line.

Zach, Ally and Ian proceeded to sit on the chairs while I was pacing back and forth impatiently. Ian was scrolling through his phone and Zach and Ally were holding each other's hand in silence. I noticed Robert who abruptly stopped at the door as our eyes locked into each other's. It was awkward to know that we were related- he was my grandpa for God's sake! Nobody moved a muscle when Robert quietly left after a few seconds, probably wanting to avoid me.

Suddenly, the doctors emerged out of the gloomy room and I clutched Ally's sleeve since she was the physically closest person to reach. All of us stood up and I squeezed Ally's arm in trepidation.

"He's awake now and he'll be fine in a few days," the nurse said and smiled politely. She then glanced towards Ally and informed, "And from the moment he woke up, he's been calling for you, ma'am."

Something foreign pinched my heart. Clark called for Ally and not me, this tiny, annoying thought was burning a fire within me. My shoulders sagged and I swallowed a lump formed in my throat as Ally merrily strode towards the room.

Zach ran a hand through his hair and sighed wearily. We both looked at each other with a sombre expression. I knew in some weird, twisted way that we both were feeling the same sadness.

Within minutes, Ally appeared from the room, her once bright eyes now dull and sullen. She looked at me and croaked, "The nurse made a mistake. Clark didn't call for me, he called for you, George."

My eyes lit up and I tried to suppress my triumphant grin by nodding curtly. Still, my legs wobbled as I approached the room where Clark was in. I silently prayed that he was alright and pushed through the door to walk in.

There he was, looking quite small on the large bed. Clark's pale face looked almost ghostly white with blue smudges under his eyes. He looked like a mess with his damp hair sticking to his forehead and cold sweat glistening on his neck. He shifted his gaze at me tiredly.

I said cautiously, "Why did you---"

"I wasn't thinking properly. I don't even remember drinking that-that much and I regret doing what I did. So hush," Clark cut me off and his gaze flickered to the window.

I could see the regret clearly written on his face as he winced.

I meant to keep quiet, but somehow I couldn't hold back as all my emotions came gushing out, "You were stupid to do what you did! I mean drinking yourself to death, the fuck were you doing! Have you lost your sanity? You cannot just walk into my life and leave just like that! Don't you see that I care about you? Don't you see that Robert and Ian care about you? You---"

"This was none of your concern and why do you give a damn about me? You should have been happy to watch me go away," Clark muttered bitterly and I stomped my foot like a whiny kid.

"Seriously? Fine, then why did you call for me?" I demanded, taking Clark by surprise as he refused to look at me. "Why did you call for me, Brownie?!" I repeated in a raised, irritating voice and I could see Clark's jaw clench. "Why did you--- "

"I fucking don't know!" he yelled back, his finger twitching in anger and my breath hitched in fear. "I fucking don't know, so shut up! You can go away if you want!"

"Fine, I'm going then!" I snapped and Clark shuffled on the bed, turning his back towards me.

I stormed out of the room in rage, although a colossal part of me wanted to stay back and simply hold him.