Snow "I'm happy you opened up to me." I say to Cody when he gazes at me with a soft smile. It was painful to hear all that he went through as a child. No wonder he has so much hatred for his mother. "Me too." He replies. "Well, I'm not happy at all." A familiar voice that I hated to hear, says from behind us. We turn to find Kesha scowling at us. I stare at her and notice that she's dressed casually but still looks like she's going to model for a line of casual outfits. Why is she always overdressed? "What are you looking at you little rat? How many times do I have to tell you that he's mine?" She points a finger at me. "You better watch your tongue Kesha." Cody steps in. "Or what, my love?" She asks him sweetly but it sounds bitter to my ears. Cody and Kesha have a weird staring contest, as if they're talking to each other with their eyes. It makes me wonder what's going on. Kesha drops her head and chuckles wickedly. Then she slowly walks towards us with a sly smirk playing

Cody "Ugh." I groan, my head pounding so hard that I feel like it's going to explode soon. I always say that I'll never get drunk again and end up getting drunk. Luckily, it's the weekend. I won't go to work today looking like a terrible mess. I slowly climb off my bed and walk to the bathroom to clean up. Immediately I step into my bathroom, I rush to the toilet and start throwing up into it. If Lee wasn't my brother, I'd kill him for getting us this drunk. But then I've said this a lot of times after getting drunk with him and I continue to do it. I throw my clothes into the laundry hamper and step into the shower. My movements are slow since my head is hurting so bad and I don't want to make the pain worse than it already is. After showering, I move slowly to my closet and slap on a sweatshirt and pants. Then I take in aspirin and decide to go back to bed. Entering my bedroom, I realise that Snow isn't sleeping on the bed. She probably slept in the living room or went back to he

Snow Cody walks back in, two hours later after he left, with Biscuit in his hands. I thought he said he was going to take care of something at work. I move forward and gently take Biscuit from him. She licks my face and rests her head on my shoulder while I pat her back and pet her. This raised a lot of questions that needed answers. I give him a look. "I thought you said there was something at work that you were going to take care of." He looks away, not meeting my eyes and sighs. "I lied." "Hm." I hummed. "And Biscuit?" "Kesha was here yesterday while we were getting drunk." I raise my brows but maintain my frown. "She took Biscuit with her to her apartment. The text message I received this morning before I left…was from her. So I went to get Biscuit." "Her reason was?" I question him. "You know how crazy she is, Snow. I don't know why she took Biscuit but I guess it was to piss you off." He explains to me. "There's more to it, Cody. You're not telling me something." I point

Snow "How did it go?" Cody asks immediately as I enter the living room. "It went well." I reply without meeting his eyes. I attempt to walk away but he doesn't let me. "Talk to me Snow." He says. "About what? I can't trust you anymore." I reply coldly. "Just hear me out." He pleads. "I'm really tired and I want to go to bed so please leave me alone." I state. "You're not even hungry? I made dinner." He offers. "I ate with Andre before coming." "Snow." "Let me pass Cody." He stares down at me as I glare at him. When he doesn't make any move to let me pass, I push past him to walk away to my room. He grabs my hand before I'm able to get away from him and pulls me into him. "What are you doing?" I ask him. "Lee and I are the only ones that know about your amnesia and the accident that brought about that." He starts. "So?" "Has anything happened to you since we knew about that?" His hold on my arm tightens and I wince. "Kylie." "What about her?" I raise a brow at him. "She'

Cody "I told you I could handle it." Snow says in a weak voice, smiling at me. "You passed out. How was that handled?" I ask her. "I was feeling nauseous and dizzy while I was in there. I guess I'm claustrophobic." She chuckles. "It's alright. You're tired right now. Get some rest. I have to get back to work." "You're leaving me here?" "No. I'm not. This is my personal work space. No one will come here, except Lee, Sam and I." "But you're still leaving me here." She whines. "I have to so that you can rest. The drugs you took earlier will let you sleep like a baby so i have to leave you." "Fine." She pouts. "I'll see you when I wake up." "Sure." I wave at her leave my personal space, making sure to lock the room. It's a room I designed inside my office to look like a mini apartment just with a bedroom, bathroom and living room. I usually stay over when I have a lot of work to complete before the next day. So when I sleep in the office, I actually sleep in a comfortable space.