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Chapter 21: Wanting Faith’s P.O.V “Easy,” Brandon helped me onto the couches, gently helping me settle down before he placed our bags at the foot of the coffee table in front of us. As he left me alone for an instant to go into the kitchen, I took the opportunity to look around the room with my heart hammering hard inside my chest. This was the first time in my life that I had come into a boy’s house…that too one who lived alone in a condo. Although calling this place a condo would be an understatement. Unlike the tiny apartments that I had seen on TV or heard my friends mentioning over the years, this place was massive. The kitchen was right opposite to the entrance and rather full size, like the one at my aunt’s house. The sitting area too was large with two couches and a larger sofa opposite a huge TV screen that was plugged onto several of those controller things that boys used to play games. However, what surprised me were the tiny indoor plants on various table tops here a
Chapter 22: Suspicions Brandon’s P.O.V “So…you took Faith to your Condo yesterday.” “And?” I narrowed my eyes at both Sagar and Cole who were guarding the door to the locker room like two bad boy wannabe’s who wanted the inside scoop on what went down between me and Faith so they could fill up the town’s gossip column with their ridiculous fantasies. “You’ve never taken anyone to your condo before.” Saga pointed out matter-of-factly. “Not even Julia.” “He didn’t even take Julia to any of his shoots either.” Cole inserted with an evil smirk. “Not that we blame you…we all know how crazy she gets when she’s jealous.” “Julia.” I rolled my eyes at them both in frustration before pushing past them to get to my locker. “Seriously, you two raccoons need to stop digging through yesterday’s trash bags.” “Wow, that was harsh.” Sagar winced, placing a hand over his heart and pouting at me like a four year old. “I’d rather be harsh than a cheater.” I told him clearly. “Julia abandoned me wh
Chapter 23: The Truth about Him Faith’s P.O.V “Here you go,” David pointed out to the isle that had all the books related to disaster management. “Try the books written by Heather Shaw and Kane Westwick, so far they are the most helpful ones you’ll find on the subject.” “Thank you so much, David,” I told him gratefully. “I’d be totally lost if you didn’t help me out here. This place is massive!” The next day, I once again found myself in the library after morning class and since I had time yet to get to my next class and I wasn’t hungry yet, I had decided to catch up on my assignments. And as I had expected, David was already here, in his usual spot, with his head buried in a ton of books. If it weren’t for his help, there was no way I was going to find my way around this maze of a library that I never seem to get used to. “I thought you’d be used to the library by now, considering how I always find you here in between classes.” David offered a small smile before shaking his head.
Chapter 24: Acting ObviousFaith’s P.O.V“He slept with his father’s secretary.” The words kept reverberating through my mind all night long, making it difficult for me to fall asleep. And even when I did, I would end up waking up not long after, causing me to remember those words once again.By now, I wasn’t all that surprised that Brandon was the kind of person that liked to sleep around. He was a player, the kind of person that parent’s warned their daughters about. However, why did the way David put those words…make it seem like there was way more to the meaning of it than what he was letting on?“He slept with his father’s secretary.”I’m assuming Brandon slept with a lot of people…but this? This seemed different.“What do you mean exactly?” I had asked David right at that moment. “Doesn’t Brandon sleep around a lot already?”Because that’s how I first met him…in the women’s washroom…up against Julia in the washroom counter…“Yes, he sleeps around and if this was so simple…then
Chapter 25: Unintentionally Hurting HimFaith’s P.O.VThe feeling that I might have done something terribly wrong…that I might have crossed some kind of invisible line in the sand that I wasn’t supposed to cross…it hit me harder now as the seconds ticked by and Brandon didn’t utter a single word.All he did was stare at me in utter silence, like he didn’t know what else to do or say…and I didn’t like it one bit.There was this look in his eyes, like even though he might be physically here…but mentally, he wasn’t here at all.“B-Brandon?” I touched his hand lightly and he instantly jerked my hand away, like I had somehow burned him.“Who told you?” His voice was harsh, unyielding.And that confession…even though he didn’t directly tell me the whole truth…that hurt even more than the way he withdrew his hand from mine.I hadn't expected it. I didn’t think Brandon had it in him to hurt someone like that…because what David had told me…it hadn't been just about him sleeping with his father
Chapter 26: Not Like HimFaith’s P.O.VI looked around the deserted hallways, trying to find something…anything that I could use to help break up the fight.My eyes landed on the fire alarm a few feet away from me and I hesitated only a few seconds.“Fucking scumbag!” Scott roared, hitting Brandon square in the jaw.A crunching noise filled the silent hallways as Brandon stumbled onto his knees, spitting blood out of his mouth as he struggled to get back his footing. But Scott wasn’t done. Taking advantage of the fact that he was down, Scott lifted up his leg and kicked him hard in the chest.I covered my mouth with my hands to stop myself from screaming as I saw Brandon go down hard, as even more blood gushed out of his mouth. He had fallen face down onto the floor and when I saw Scott getting ready for yet another blow…I knew I had to do something.Turning back, I ran to the fire alarm without a second thought and pressed down on the button.Red lights started blaring from the hallw
Chapter 27: Parting WaysBrandon’s P.O.VI felt a dab of something cold on my jaw, and it startled me into looking up at the person in front of me, only to find Faith hovering over me with a cloth in her hand, cleaning up the blood from the corner of my lips.How had it come to this? How had one word from this woman turned me into a mess? How had she been able to bring back memories that I had long buried deep inside the vaults in my mind?I had thought I was past that stage. I had been able to survive that year, get past all my foolish mistakes…crawled back out of the black hole that had swept me under after my mother’s suicide…But one word from Faith had undone everything I had been trying to hold on to for the last year.I had become the same person I was, the person who sought out unnecessary fights and the person who had lost all will to live.But even then, I had remembered to remove myself from Faith’s presence, because somewhere in the back of my head, I had been aware that i
Chapter 28: Figuring it OutFaith’s P.O.VDebby opened the door to her house with a pensive expression. “It didn’t work out?”I shook my head, holding back tears with sheer strength of will.“Oh, baby! Come here.” She opened her arms wide for me and I didn’t waste any time wrapping my arms around her tightly, seeking comfort from the only friend I had in this unknown town, faraway from the place I once called home.The tears came easily this time and I couldn’t help the heartbreaking sobs that made its way past my lips as I buried my head in Debby’s shoulders.I don’t know why I was suddenly missing my home so, so much. Missing my mother’s comforting hugs and my father’s warmth and support. They hadn't been the kind of people who often gave me physical affirmations of love, and as I had grown up, I had required less and less of those physical contacts, but occasionally, a kiss on the forehead from my mother when I was going out for a tough test, or a pat on the head from my father whe