Silenced

Chapter Twenty Seven

The rest of my night consisted of listening to Daniel make snide comments about me, and Jeremy getting royally pissed off each time. I've had to restrain him from pouncing on Daniel multiple times. I know Daniel has had a rough night, but hurting other people wasn't going to solve his problems.

Daniel opened his mouth to speak, but Jeremy beat him to it.

"If this is another remark about your conspiracy theory about Brianna breaking my heart, then you better keep your mouth shut." He ground out, mindlessly gripping my thigh. It was an uncomfortable feeling, but it wasn't to the point where it would hurt.

Daniel immediately closed his mouth, and a look of confusion crossed his face. I continued to stare at him while biting my lip. I was waiting for him to give a witty comeback or get up and punch Jeremy straight in the face.

Suddenly, his face paled and his hand cover his mouth. "I-I think I'm going to be sick."

Jeremy was up in a second, and came back with a bucket. He stood by Daniel waiting for him to spew his guts up. When it happened, Daniel leaned over the couch, and practically put his whole head in the bucket. I squeezed my eyes shut and tried to tone out the revolting noises. Most people couldn't stand blood. Blood doesn't bother me in the slightest. Puke is my weakness.

When he was done, I opened my eyes to see him laying back on the couch. His breathing was heavy, and his face looked even paler.

"Go to sleep, man," Jeremy mumbled, patting his shoulder. Daniel nodded before closing his eyes. Jeremy then looked at the bucket in his hands in disgust, then left to clean it out.

When he returned, he offered me a small smile before plopping down beside me in the love-seat. He put his arm around me and rest his head on top of mine. "I'm sorry about him."

I sighed and snuggled in closer to Jeremy, enjoying the warmth and happiness he makes me feel. "It's okay. I'm used to being told hurtful things, remember?"

He gulped and nodded stiffly. We fell into a comfortable silence. Within those moments of silence we shifted to the position of him streatching across the love-seat, and me laying on top of him. He began to run his fingers through my long, brown hair, slowly relaxing me. I hummed in appreciation.

"Do you like that?" He asked.

I nodded against his chest. Jeremy continued to play with my hair. My eyelids began to feel heavy, and my breathing steadied. Just as I was about to pass out, I swore I herd Jeremy say, "Brianna, I think I'm falling for you."

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I know this is SUPER late and I am so so so so so sorry for that.

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