The Deadly Soirée

CHAPTER 13- MESSED UP-PART 2

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BRANDON

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I missed her

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There she was, inside, talking with that Christian, after calling me a 'jerk'. It is not like I don't get that but she was the last person I wanted to hear that from. I didn't even do anything; she was the one who was frustrated.

"Whew! That was a close one." Vanessa said smiling. She could have forgotten about what had just happened but I was not going to leave that easily. We sat in the car, didn't say a word for the whole ride. Vanessa too went quite once she realized.

After reaching home, Vanessa too snapped off. "I have been trying to be sweet the whole ride. What to do want? You want ME to apologize after how you behaved there."

"How did I behave!? Ok! Tell me how I behaved."

"You raised your voice in the car, and you snapped off at Christian. Are you out of your mind? We could get arrested. Who do we have here to bail us out!" She said so loud that my ears would come off.

"You were frustrated for no bloody reason. And Christian? Let's not go there."

"Why? I think we should go there!" she said sitting on the sofa and crossing her arms.

"WELL! Obviously, there is something that is going on between both of you that you are not telling us or more like telling 'ME'. The hand-holding, and why is he so over-protective of you?"

"Why the hell do you care? Maybe there is something going on between us. It should be none of your business. You know what? Christian offered me an apartment for me to live in. Maybe I should move there."

I wanted to say 'I am sorry', 'Please don't go', 'I am in love with you that's why!' but all that came out was 'Maybe you should.'

"Fine! Moving out is the first thing I am doing tomorrow morning. Or wait, I could move out just now. I will call him." Vanessa said getting up and leaving for the guest room.

"I don't mind and of course you have his number." I said walking up the stairs to my room. I slammed the door. I didn't want us to fight like this.

This was probably the first time we had ever fought. I didn't like talking like this. But I was actually offended.

I don't remember what time she left, was I asleep by then or not, my mind raced back through the conversation again and again, was I wrong at my part, was I right? I don't remember what I slept but I woke up pretty late the next day, thankfully it was a Saturday so I didn't get late mark in my internship.

I felt empty, Vanessa had been living with me just for a week but we had a great time. Both of us were home by 9 in the evening, we would leave by 10 in the morning. So not a lot spending time together but it was small things that mattered. I missed her. I felt like more of a jerk as the day passed. I should not have said anything, how would have it mattered? What did I do? Pushed her away. I hope this was not the only chance I had with her; I mean we are going to talk again right? No, no, no, Have I jeopardized the only chance I had with her.

All of these thoughts were very overwhelming, also the stuff that had been going on in the past, I mean my brother did just die nine months ago, and Rose too died three months back, wait let me rephrase, were murdered. I hadn't realized that so much anger and frustration had been forming inside of me, the fight with Vanessa just let it all at once.

I felt like hitting someone, something and I don't know what came over me, I felt like I was possessed or something, I walk up to the mirror and I look at it or myself for a split second, and I punch it with my bear hand, what! Why did I do that? But it felt nice, not the pain, but hitting something, I kind of hit myself or tried to, at least.

My senses came back, and my hand was bleeding badly! Why did I do that? Then I saw, there were three glass pieces inside my hand which couldn't remove by myself. I ran to the jeep, I tried to drive through my left hand, it was very difficult, thankfully there was a hospital couple of blocks away.

I entered the hospital; my hand was bleeding non-stop. The nurse showed me to a room, there enters a doctor with an intern I suppose. Then I look at her, you won't believe who it was. Nicoletta Valencia. WHAT THE...