Hey there, What do you think about this edited chapter?, The calm before the storm as i like to call it - literally. Who is HER?. *Cue side eye I personally hate parties, every kind, house parties, fancy ones like this, club parties, all kinds! and i've only ever gone to a handful of them. Who else hates them? Comment, like, share, and leave a review!. Love, Bee.
*Edited Breanna's POV She walked around for a while, inhaling the cold windy air. Rain was coming, she could feel it. But she didn't want to go back into the party. Not after what happened with Professor Caines. She just wanted to go home. But she was stranded, a long way from home without a ride because he was the one that brought her here. She knew he didn't like her, he didn't come off across like he liked anybody though. With the recent changes in her life, she was glad for his help but she didn't need him to baby sit. She was perfectly capable of handling herself among a few business people. She had been doing just fine on her own till now. The rain started suddenly. She tried to find shelter, but she had wandered away from the building. Just then her phone rang in her purse. It was from the nursing home. They had called three times before but the loud party didn't let her hear. "Hello?." "Breanna?." Nurse Gabriella shouted over the speaker. She pushed the phone slightly
*Edited Maxwell's POV He chest squeezed at the sight of her, drenched - and crying. He frowned, the feeling, foreign. The anger he was feeling had long disappeared. Ten minutes ago to be precise, since he started looking for her. Martha was right, she meant something to him. He had anger issues, always had, one out of many reasons why Petra was his therapist aside from being just an overbearing friend. His "issues" in general started a long time ago, when he got a first hand experience of abandonment and heart break. As corny as it sounded, his first heartbreak, broke him. He was still dealing with the aftermath. It was why he never committed, why he didn't let anyone in, despite all the eligible blind dates he had been on in the past. The thought that, if he didn't let anyone in, he wouldn't care, too much that it would hurt him again. He didn't want that. He had tried in the past and it didn't end well at all. But here he was, feeling all these feelings he hadn't felt in a wh
*Edited Breanna's POV "Breanna, I'm afraid we have bad news." She had been worried, ever since she arrived, her stomach twisting and churning with worry. "How bad?." Breanna felt her throat dry up instantly, the Doctor's face and tone didn't exactly do anything to ease her worries. "See you father developed a clot on his hind brain a few weeks ago, covering his cerebellum and medulla which is dangerous for a patient already diagnosed with Alzheimer and which caused his stroke, he is old, and had been sick for a while, I'm afraid his body can't take another stroke, that is bound to happen." "What does that mean?........" Her heart sunk at the doctor's words, her head began to spin, but she managed to stay still. 'There should be a solution'. She told herself. "The clot needs to be removed and hopefully, with the clot gone, another stroke can be avoided. But more than that, the clot is very hazardous to his health." She paused and locked eyes with Breanna before she continu
*Edited Breanna's POV She managed to slip out of the hospital to find Jeremy. It was the weekend, so if things were still as she left it, he would be working and that was her way in. If she was going to do this, she needed to be with the big people with fat bank accounts. She contacted him through social media and messaged him to meet her at a diner beside the town high school. "Lil sis!." He called out as he spotted her. Jack's friends always called her that, she was a younger sister to all of them. Jeremy was the biggest kid, so from eighteen he had been a bouncer, it started with little birthday parties and small high school parties. Before she finally left for Lakeside, she heard he was a bouncer for a big casino in town. He didn't go to university like Jack did, not many of his friends did. Some got requited to the army, some just stayed in town to continue family businesses - that was the biggest trend. A few attended a local college but that was it. "Jeremy." She stood
*Edited Maxwell's POV. Things were going well for the first few hours of the surgery, till it wasn't. She was fidgeting throughout, pacing the halls of the hospital, that she almost drilled a hole to the ground. He tried to keep her busy, for a while, they talked about his childhood, she laughed at some, but she stopped listening after a few hours. And then Steve messaged him and his stay in the hospital had expired. After making her promise to call him if anything happened, he left his number even though he was sure she wouldn't call and took the last train home. An online meeting started immediately and then ten excruciating long hours surviving on only coffee slipped by. The new lead, turned out to be helpful and soon enough they would be able to catch the bad guys. He tried hard not to remember what happened that night - the lives lost, the months and months of sleepless nights all for nothing, just because of one mistake. The next day, after class, they resumed the meeting w
*Edited Breanna's POV Breanna returned to town. She was utterly penniless, she had been absent from work for a few days and had missed two exams in school. Life was not at all going the way she wanted. She was being pulled in two different directions at once, and wasn't sure if she could keep up anymore. She received an email from the head of departments for her outstanding fees and that her presence was needed at campus. Grudgingly, she came back after making Nurse Gabriela promise to call her every night for updates on her father's health. She resumed life in Lakeside. The rest of the week had dragged on slowly, not that she could even withstand something else happening without running completely insane, all she did was go to classes, try to stay as out of notice as possible in all her classes, then go to work and back home. And repeat. One significant thing that had changed for Breanna recently was the use of her phone, before now, she was never the technology type, only when
*Edited Breanna's POV Finally, he blinked twice and nodded, backing away from the table, Breanna was tempted to let out a huff of breath she had been holding, but refrained, wanting him to be as far as possible before she did so. Then his next words made her hiccup. "I'll wait." He said softly, she almost died, her throat tightened, chocking silently on her own breath, she felt her face redden. It was easier to talk to him over the phone, but now that he was here, it felt weird. He was the infamous Professor Caines, that was as tough as nails, secretly evil judging by the frown he wears and hates his students with passion. "Are you sure sir?." Breanna asked, but he was already making his way to the siting area. "Yes, Ma'am." He teased. "She might take a while." Breanna tried to persuade him again. "Then I've got good company." He sat down, pulled off his cloak. She didn't really want to understand his words, he surely couldn't be referring to her as "good company" She had ex
*Edited Breanna's POV She threw out lightly with a yawn. "There is no such thing." He said almost immediately. "Of course there is, I fell from my bed once and twisted my ankle, I have never walked by a soccer field or a football field and not get hit by a ball, one time I got hit on my nose, I thought it broke!." She muffled a laugh at the memory, he didn't smile but his green eyes lit up like she had noticed it to do when he found something slightly interesting or funny. "My nose turned black, and I had to wear a cast over it for weeks." Breanna found herself talking a lot with him than she normally would with any other person, or maybe it was because she was trying hard ignore that they were going to spend the entire night in a cold examining room. He didn't seem like a easy person at first to talk to, with stories of him being the devil's reincarnate circling around campus every now and then. He was the very first professor in the entire history of Charleston to have only