Friendly Warning 2

"Let's just say that I am unburnable." She said unenthusiastically.

"Huh?" His eyes bulged. "Uhm… is that a word, unburnable?"

She shrugged her shoulders, "who cares, all is that you get the message." She leaned on the car again.

"Oh!" He nodded.

"If that is all, then, you can go home." She said when he did not utter a word after a few seconds.

"No, no... I've got more." He quickly said. "Why do you hate me? I mean, we used to get along pretty well as kids, but now…"

"We are no longer kids Brant." She cut in aggressively.

"Oh, ok." Her words pierced through his heart, but he tried not to show his pain. "But you do hate me right? Why?"

"If I hated you, you'd be dead already." She said coldly and began walking away from the car towards the dirt road. "I kill the people I hate." She said it indolently as if killing someone was her night routine…. Or maybe it was.

Brant shivered. He could not believe what she just said.

"Oh! where are you heading to? The car is here." He called behind her.

"I know." She reluctantly replied as her voice faded.

"Shit!" He cursed and quickly dashed in the car when he noticed that she had disappeared from his sight. Unfortunately, the cruel darkness of the night made it more difficult for him to see her, and her all black outfit too.

As soon as he turned on the engine, the first thing he did was put on the headlamps of the car, hoping to catch a glimpse of even her fading silhouette.

"Where the hell did she disappear to?" He asked out loud.

He closed the car door and began rolling slowly, scrutinizing the near bush, hoping to possibly notice any movements in the bush, in case she dashed in…'but why would a normal woman jump into the bush in the middle of nowhere, and at night for that matter.

He would have probably been relaxed if she had specifically asked him to drive to the arena, but he drove all the way here by his own intuition. So the option of her having a hide out here was automatically shedded.

He continued driving forward, hoping to spot her.

After driving for about a kilometer on the straight deserted road, he got out and called her name out.

"Fabiola!" He called out.

He was not sure whether to call her Mila or Fabiola. He decided to go with Fabiola, since it seemed to be her revival name.

He called out her name a couple of times more before getting back into the car and shutting the door.

Part of him wanted to panic, that maybe she was in some sort of trouble, but the other part knew that she was badass enough to look out for herself... she'd proven that clearly in the hotel room.

He loittered around the vicinity, hoping that she'll pop out.

"Why the hell am I even worried about her?" He slapped his fist on the steering wheel.

"I bet she would not even blink an eye if a mountain lion came at me." He said.

"Perhaps, it is because I miss our time together as kids." He continued his monologue.

"Fabiola, huh?" He said the name out, "why Fabiola? Why even change your name?" He thought out loud.

"Perhaps, father would be happy to know that one of the Rivers is still alive." He knew how much Mr. white, his father and Mr Rivers were close.

Despite 'the Rivers' owning majority of the company's shares, his father also worked hard to make sure that the company grew.

Even after the tragic death of the entire family__supppsedly, his father tripled his effort to grow the company into what it is today, perhaps, he'll be glad to know that his best friend's daughter is alive.

His phone rang.

It was an unknown number. He stared at the lighting screen, contemplating whether or not he should pick up.

He finally gave up and picked the call.

"Hello," he said skeptically.

"You should go home and stop acting like a jealous husband." Mila's cold voice sounded over the phone, and the call disconnected immediately after the sentence.

"What? You gotta be kidding me? I am here worried about you and you call me a jealous husband?" He asked in annoyance. "And she even dropped the call."

He furrowed his brow and kicked off.

"She is horrible!"

He drove off.

"You told me that you'll be here in 30 minutes, and it's been more than 3 hours since then." Brant's father, Mr. white asked as soon as he stepped into the dinning room.

As usual, everyone was already seated at the table, waiting for him to join__his parents and three sisters.

"Hey Mom." He ignored his father and walked up to his mom and planted a peck on her cheeks, while unbuttoning the first button of his shirt.

He had already taken off his coat and handed it to the maid by the door way.

"How was your day son?" His mother asked calmly.

"It was hectic, but I found out something really interesting today." He said as he took his seat at the other end of the table.

He only nodded to his sisters and they returned the nod in silent understanding.

Everyone began self- serving as soon as he joined the party.

"What was the interesting 'something'?" His father was the one to ask.

"Com'on, give him some time to settle in before you ask him details about his day?" Brantley's mother said, while placing her hand on her husband's arm.

"He said his day was hectic, and interesting, I only want to know what happened." Mr White argued.

"Brenda, pour your brother a glass of juice." Mrs White instructed Brenda, the youngest member of the White family.

"Ok momma," she replied politely and went ahead to fill Brant's glass with freshly made beetroot juice.

"Thank you." Brant said inaudibly.

The twelve year old just smiled back at him.

"Now, you can ask him your question." Mrs White said after watching Brant gulp down about half of the glass' content.

"So what was hectic and what was interesting?" Mr White asked, stuffing his mouth with a spoon full of meal.

"Which should I start with?" Brant asked. "The hectic part or the interesting part?" He added.

"The interesting part"

His parents answered in unison.

He raised his head and stared at his parents.

"Mila Rivers is alive."