The Billionaire's Son

I'm Scared

Aubrey's POV
Chapter 17

"Are you sure you like the dress, Aubrey?" Rebecca asked.

I nodded my head for the tenth time since we'd been in the bridal shop. Rebecca had told me that she needed me to come with her to get some take out, sadly I had believed her and now I was looking at wedding dresses with her. Faking that we were going to get take out was a terrible idea, all I wanted to do was eat some food and talk to my sister about everything going on.

She didn't know. No one knew to be honest, I was the only one in this family that knew father was cheating. It was a terrible thing to keep on my shoulders. It was weighing me down at everything; lax, my studies, and my friendships. Everything was going down hill.

"Aubrey," She snapped her fingers in front of my face. "Are you sure this looks good? The neck line and my arms, how do my arms look?!"

"Good, Becca. You look gorgeous and he's such a lucky man." I said.

Becca raised a brow at me and took a seat next to me, still wearing her wedding dress. "I know we don't get along a lot, but I can tell when somethings going on in your head." She grabbed onto my hand and gave it a squeeze. "So tell me what's going on or I'll give you the ugliest looking bridesmaid dress ever."

I rolled my eyes. "I'm... There's-- Why is it so hard to talk to people?" I asked myself, more then Becca.

Becca being Becca was still going to give me an answer though, and I knew it was going to be rational. "Aubrey, what's going on? You can tell me anything."

I can't tell you that dad's cheating, or that I'm getting too close for comfort to a Davidson boy. That's what I wanted to say, I wanted to yell it to the roof the tops. But some things you had to keep inside till the last possible minute, till you were about to explode with all the information.

"There's some things I can't say." I mumbled.

She squeezed tightly onto my hand. "You can tell me. I'm not going to go tell Daddy or Mother, not even Turner will know."

I shook my head even though the offer sounded nice. "I can't, Becca. I'll break someone's trust."

"Will it benefit if I know? Are you being held against your will? Is someone blackmailing you? I won't be mad just tell me, Aubrey."

I laughed and shook my head. "No, Becca. That's a little far-fetched. Don't you think?"

She shook her head. "When it comes to your safety it's never 'a little' far-fetched, trust me." She looked at me with such... it was hard to explain. But there was something in her eyes that was pushing me towards my limit. She knew what she was doing.

"I think I'm getting closer to someone that's not Alex." I whispered.

I took my hand out of hers and laced my hands together. Trying to get the same feeling I got nights ago, so many great nights ago. But it wasn't the same, my hand felt weird in my own. For God sakes, this was worse then it was when he was holding my hand!

Becca raised a brow at me and started leaning back in the chair. "Can I ask who?"

"No." I blurted. "You can't."

She nodded her head and started standing up again. "Well then, I'll pretend I never asked." She motioned to the dress again. "Help me out!"

"I--"

"I'll get you food afterwards, where ever you want."

That was all I needed to hear to perk up and start looking at dresses with my dear old sister. Dress after dress, vail after vail, and train after train really made me start to think where was my sisters other bridesmaids? Or more importantly, did she have any bridesmaids? She was the queen bee in college and high school always bringing friends over and yelling at me to stay away.