CHARLOTTE'S POV “Oh my God, I can't believe I'm seeing this place again". I said, stepping out of the car and stretching. Jenn gave me a weird look. “You did not think so. You thought you were going to die?" I rolled my eyes. “Yeah, I did". “I don't understand why you think that way". Jameson said, wrapping an arm around my waist and leading me forward. “I did say you'd be safe, didn't I?" I automatically leaned into him. “I didn't think I was going to die. I just...I guess I thought I was in too much shit to come back home". He smiled down at me. “I understand. But you're home now". I nodded mutely, sagging more into him. “This is just giving Shrek and Fiona vibes here". Jenn quipped behind us. I automatically straightened, wiping my hands down my front. Jameson glanced at me with a strange expression, but said nothing. Instead, he turned back to Jenn. “I'm more of a Prince Charming than a Shrek, you know". She coughed lightly. “Exc

JAMESON'S POV Charlotte and her father ran in to the kitchen less than two second after I'd run in. Jenn was staring at a mess of ketch up and some yellow substance I was too distressed to study. And she looked more shocked at our presence than in any real danger. “Oh God". Jenn groaned. “What is the matter? Are you all right, Jennifer?" Mr Schnapp asked. I couldn't help my own facepalm. “She's all right dad". Jenn replied. “Is she? Are you?" He asked again. I turned back before he could take that step I knew he was going to take forward. “She's all right. Jenn tends to be...dramatic". I nodded at him. He raised his brows at me. That did not sound like dramatic". “It is, trust me". I glanced at Charlotte. She was glaring daggers at Jenn. I needed her to take her father away so I could properly berate Jenn. “Is everything all right over here?" The stern voice of one of the staff echoed. He gasped as soon as he saw Mr Schapp. “What do y

CHARLOTTE'S POV Never did I believe Jenn could betray me like that. But what did I know? She could be out to ruin whatever was left of me. She had some secrets of her own, none of which I knew at all. She was just there when I needed her, and I welcomed her with open arms despite our past because I needed someone. She was hot one minute, cold the next. I always assumed it was because of the trauma she'd also apparently gone through. But then, she'd also gone through trauma. How did I know that she didn't hate me for it? One had happened while we were both in college and friends. Why did she not tell me? And now this. I wasn't sure I could ever go through with getting rid of a child, foetus or no. I'd thought about everything. But there was the voice in my head that kept telling me that I was probably going too fast again, and every where and everyone would soon be in pandemonium because of me. It was my stupid mistake, going to that place after signing the divorce paper

BRANDON'S POV “Brilliant of you", she seethed, “To think I would befriend an invalid". I raised a brow. I knew that. The fact that she hadn't figured out that I was trying to bait her showed how important the person was. And that made me all the more curious. “What's wrong with making..." Emile's voice trailed off at my mom's death glare. We hadn't noticed when she came back in. The tray of oranges shook in her hands. I watched my mother closely. Emile had spoken out of turn. She had become used to speaking freely to me. But I was not going to let my mother pick on her. “Mom". I barked when she made to speak. She turned her glare on me. “The oranges are about to fall from her hands". I said calmly. Emile used the distraction to place the oranges on the table and disappear. Smart girl. “Go on". I goaded once Emile was out of sight. “Take the oranges. She's peeled them nicely for you. Go and feed them to your pet". She looked like she was going to explode.