Wanna Play A Game? {Completed}

Good ... bye

Brie’s P.O.V

My arms wrapped around Kimberly as I bent down to her weeping self. She was doubled over in tears as she got the news that Sheldon was dead. My heart started to throb at the fact that she was going through so much pain. In a sense, I could relate to the deep gut wrenching knowledge that the one you like -- love -- is no longer going to be a part of your life.

Flashback:

Waking up, I immediately touched my face to feel it was still damp from the tears that put me to sleep. My tongue grazed over my lips to taste a salty flavor. For a split second my body cringe, for the taste was too bitter, and only reminded me of the pain I felt the night before.

Sounds of heavy footsteps could be heard from the hall, just outside my door. Slowly, I rose from the bed and kept my gaze on the door. Within seconds the door creaked open, in a gradual manner.

I stopped breathing, as anticipation sat in of who it could be coming into my room.

“Brie, you up?” Father’s face peeked out from the doorframe. His green eyes casted right in my direction with happiness.

Giving him a smile, that I knew didn’t reach my eyes, I nodded. “Yes, I’m up.”

The joy in his presences seemed to go away as he examined me with his observant gaze. “Did you sleep in the same clothes you wore yesterday?” He asked me as his hand pulled the door more open, and he walked farther into the room. Dad studied me some more, “Have you been crying?” He quizzed and with long stride he reached me. Sitting down next to me on the bed, Father sighed. “What’s wrong sweetie?” His deep, warming, voice coaxed for an answer.

Running a hand through my tangled, matted, hair I gave a shrug of my shoulders. “Nothing ... just some girl issues.”

His eyes turned stern and serious, “Are you pregnant?”

My eyes widened and I rapidly shook my head, “No! No! I’m not!” I quickly replied.

He gave a loud sigh in relief. “Good and let’s keep it that way,” Father told me as his pointed his index finger at me.

I chuckled at him because he acted as if I was a child, and the pointing of his extended finger was going to frighten me.

He creased his eyebrows at me in confusion. “Why do you laugh? I’m serious! I love you Kiddo, but I am not too fond of having little Brie juniors running around the house. I already have my hands full with Penny and Chase ... oh! Before I forget, remember, Child Services is coming over today. If my memory serves me right the caseworker will be her about three, so hitch a ride home with Colby.”

The name, Colby, brought my saddened eyes to aimlessly stare down at my comforter.