Chapter 52

Brielle's POV

I got discharged an hour after I woke up. It was time to go back home. My parents kept asking what happened after I ran away, but I lied and told them I was exhausted from running for so long and that is why I fell unconscious. Thankfully, they bought it, so that was that. On the way home, I kept calling Blake, but he was not picking up the phone. I was so worried about him. He must be so confused about everything and I wanted to see him so badly and be in his arms. I miss him.

While I was distracted, my mother placed her hand on my thigh and gave it a light squeeze. She must have felt how unsettled I was. She always does. I put on a smile so that I don't worry about her.

" Are you sure you are okay, Brie? You know you can tell me anything."

I know I can tell her anything, but I've never really been able to do so. Even with her, I have never completely opened up. I wanted to tell her, but I refrained from doing so. I just don't want her to worry too much about me. Her life has been hard enough and now that my father is back, I bet she is upset. I want her to worry about herself first.

" I am fine mom. No need to worry."

" Okay, but I want you to rest when you get home. You gave me a scare back there. Don't do that to me again."

Right. I must have given them all a scare.

When we got back home, my mother and grandmother insisted on accompanying me to my room. We left my father and grandfather in the living room looking tense. My grandfather is a quiet man. He isn't a man of words, but you can really see how he feels in his face. Like the rest of us, he dislikes my father, but he wouldn't verbalize his dislike. He resorts to glaring and scowling at him.

We got to my room and my mom and grandma were fussy. They pushed me on the bed and tucked me in forcefully. I rolled my eyes, but I can't say that I am complaining. I kind of like the attention. It felt nice.

" Get some rest dear. I'll whip up some chicken and vegetable soup to boost your strength."

My grandma placed her warm hand on my cheek and smiled.

" I'll stay with her. It's been a while since I've spent time with my daughter. You can go mom," my mom says.

" Don't be silly. It's been a while since I've spent time with my daughter as well. You are going to help me in the kitchen to prepare dinner. I'm sure Brielle would love some time to herself."

My grandmother pulled mom off the bed, and she tried to resist, which just led to her earning a few slaps on her back. It was fun to watch.

" Alright, alright mom. I'll go with you, but only if Brielle says it's okay."

Both of them turned their heads to look at me. I had a feeling whatever I said would not be right, but I really needed to be by myself so that I could try to reach out to Blake. So I had to go against mom.

" I'll be fine. You can go ahead mom. Help grandma. I am sure she could use some help. I'm just going to take a nap anyway, so you'll be bored just sitting around with me."

Grandma gave me a victory smile while mom sulked.

" Okay then. I guess I'll go," she sighed.

After they both gave me a kiss on the cheek, they finally left me by myself. I immediately reached out for my phone on the night stand and checked it. 0 missed calls and 0 texts. Blake hadn't tried calling back after leaving him so many calls and texts. I was starting to get really worried. It was so unlike him.

It reminded me of that one time he went AWOL on me. I had a bad feeling. Something was wrong. I tried not to overthink, but I couldn't go to him right now. It was already late, and my folks wouldn't let me go out at that time. I was uneasy and anxious.

What could be the problem? Is he in trouble or something? I kept asking myself questions with no answers until I finally snapped. That it! I made up my mind. I am going to look for him. I won't be able to sleep or eat. Not until I can see him and make sure that he is completely fine. I threw the covers away and jumped out of bed.

I looked for my shoes and put them on ready to go. But now comes the part where I have to get myself out of here. I obviously can't go through the front door. I walked over to my window and opened it. The air burst in, making me feel a little cold. Not the point right now. My windows were a little bit high. No, that height for me is way too high. I have never jumped from anything before. Oh, well I did in my previous life, but I don't think my body can do shit I used to do before. I can only remember things, but I don't think I would be able to pull it off.

I started pacing up and down and biting my nails. There is no other way. I just have to see Blake tonight. So I had no choice. I'll just have to look out through the window. Maybe it won't be so difficult. I won't find out until I try. I went to the window and opened it once more. Looking at the height, I grimaced. Damn. I wish I still had my powers. This would be a piece of cake.

I must say though, it is refreshing to be human. My powers come with advantages, but they are essentially the cause of my pain. If I had a choice about it, I think I would've preferred to be human as well. Now, how to go down?

Still clouded by that dilemma, I heard a faint, hesitant knock on the door. I tensed and quickly shut the window. I kicked off my shoes and dove on my bed and scrambled to get under the covers. With a once over, I made sure to scan the room to check if there was anything out of place that would raise suspicion. It was all clear, so I cleared my throat and said," Uh, come in?" with a groggy and sleepy voice to pretend that I was asleep all along.

Dear god, when did I get so cunning? Everything I was doing a moment ago is so unlike me. I guess it's the effect of remembering my past. It must be altering my current self's personality.

The door slowly opened and the person who came through was the last person I wanted to see at the moment. My dad went inside the room. I sat up as the mood tensed in the room. I really didn't want to talk to him, but I didn't want to be rude either, so I let it go. I guess we can talk and get it over and done with.

" My d-, I mean Brielle. How are you doing? I haven't had the chance to properly talk to you since I came."

" I am fine." I said.

" No, thanks to you." I mumbled the last part under my breath.

He nervously scratched the back of his head. I bet he is struggling with his words, wondering what to say that would please his daughter. I guess he doesn't know me anymore.

It was quiet for a minute or two, which was starting to get awkward.

" I-I am s-sorry for bringing trouble. I didn't mean to. It's just that.." He paused, looking down. I could read his face. It was full of regret. I almost felt bad for him. I, more than anyone, wish that things were still the same and our family never broke apart, but I am a strong believer that things in life, no matter how bad they are, breaks happen for a reason. What that reason was, I guess we'll find out as time goes on.

I was about to respond, but he suddenly turned to leave. Damn it. He is doing it again. Running away every time shit doesn't go away. Suddenly I was getting pissed off. Why bother coming all the way up here to only say a lame excuse of, sorry. Not this time. He is going to have to own up this time. Not after he just wasted my time. I would've made it to Blake's house now, granted I made it without getting lost. Shit, I just realize that I don't even remember the way to his house.

I've been there only once and that was at night. I managed to find my way to the hill though, maybe I will get lucky again. No, not the point now.

" Is that it!" I said, and my father turned to look at me. He looked confused.

" Sorry was the only thing you could say after everything that happened?"

He looked stunned for a moment.

" I-I.." He stuttered, unable to say anything.

" Sorry I can't fix anything. It is just a mere word that doesn't even mean anything. What you do is what counts after making a mistake and all you have been doing is running away."

There was a deafening silence for a while, and it seemed as if he really wanted to say something, but he still couldn't let it out. He sighed and turned his back on me again.

" I don't think now is a great time to talk. It was a mistake for me to apologize right now. You are right. Words are just meaningless without actions. So, I'll fix everything and then, I will face you and apologize properly."

With that, he opened the door and left my room. I didn't know how I felt, but it was definitely not the way I wanted to feel. It was the first time we had a talk in such a long time. I was so sure that I would never see him after he left the house with his mistress. My feelings are mixed up right now. I am not ready to forgive him and put everything behind us. At this moment, it feels impossible, but at the same time, I can't help but feel bad for him.

I sighed and laid back on my bed. Today has just been a very long, awful day. I looked at my phone and I still had nothing. It feels like something terrible is going on. I can't go anywhere right now because it is late and dangerous. It's bugging me a lot. I don't think I will be able to sleep tonight.