Chapter 83

Brielle's POV

Things just keep going sideways, and I can't seem to gain control over anything. My father tricked me into starting over, and now he has locked me in the room. It's been 3 hours, and he won't let me out or talk to me. I didn't know what he'd been planning behind my back. I just know it's not something good. There was no going out of the windows. I would fall to my death.

I tried waiting it out, but it was too quiet. I know he means to stop me from being found alone, but he doesn't understand that time is not on my side. Anything can happen.

I marched to the door and resumed banging.

" Open the door, father! Please. You can't go back on your word!"

There was still no response. I gave up. I was tired, and I hadn't had anything to eat since last night. It was noon now and I was hungry. I sat down with my back against the down and folded my arms on my knees, resting my head. I try to fix it but everything gets ruined. I wondered how my family was doing. By now, my mom already knows about my disappearance. I bet she is angry. I can almost imagine the look on her face.

This is hard on me too. I wish none of this had happened, but it is, and I am at the center of it all. Now my father isn't making this easy on me when I come here for his help. A few hours went by, and I fell asleep where I was sitting. I woke up to my stomach growling and the sun was just setting.

After sitting for a long time on my ass, it was numb, and my legs were cramping as well. What a shitty day it has been. I managed to get up and walked towards the windows to look at the sunset. What a beautiful sight it was. Only if my life was as beautiful would I appreciate it. While I was distracted by the sight, I heard the door knob move and a key sound. I turned to the door. The door opened, and my father was standing there.

We just stared at each other. I was too hungry, too hungry to go off at him.

" So you decided to open the door," I said.

" Come downstairs. You must be hungry. I bought some McDonald's," he said, and turned back to leave. I rolled my eyes and followed behind him. My stomach kept grumbling painfully. Damn him for locking me up for hours.

We walked down the stairs and went to the kitchen. I immediately spotted the McDonald's package sitting on the counter. I picked up my pace and bumped my father out of the way. I was hungry, alright! I ripped the package open to see a Macfeast meal. I immediately started to gobble up the burger and fries without taking breaks. I was beginning to choke, so I drank the soda to get it down.

" I can't believe you were locked in the room for a whole day!" I yelled at him.

I thought I could let it go, but I was still angry. I took another bite out of the burger till my mouth was stuffed.

" I was so hungry. Why would you do that?" I said with my mouth full.

" I had to do what I had to do. If I had left you alone, you would just have run away by yourself. And swallow your food before talking. That's gross!"

" That's your fault for starving me."

Well, he is not completely wrong. Maybe I would have gone by myself, but I haven't decided that yet.

" I brought someone along. I know you said not to tell anyone, but that's the only thing I can't do."

I almost choked when he said that. What in the hell? It seems he is hell-bent on screwing me over. Before I could ask what he meant by what he said, I heard someone from behind me. Glaring at my father in annoyance, I turned to see who it was. To my surprise, standing in front of me was none other than Blake.

" I went to get him. In this, he's the only one that can help you," he said.

" As promised, I made sure not to let your mother know. That's all I could promise, even though she'll probably loathe me after finding out about this."

I didn't say anything. Blake and I were just staring at each other. I probably looked like a kid caught with his hand in the cookie jar. I was frozen. I couldn't move or speak. He had no expression on his face. I already knew that he would be furious, but I couldn't see it on his face. I didn't know what he was thinking, just standing a few feet away from him.

It's been a minute, and he hasn't said anything to me. I bit the inside of my mouth, wrecking my brains, trying to find a way to say something that wouldn't make the situation worse.

"Okay," my father broke the silence.

" I'll leave you guys to talk. I'll be in my room if you need anything."

He walked out of the kitchen, leaving us alone.

As soon as my father left, without a word, Blake walked toward me. I moved back, instinctively, but my back hit the counter. I was cornered. For some reason, I was scared but I knew no matter what, he would never hurt me. He wasn't going to hurt me. I just felt ashamed to see him after leaving him like that. I wish he had just yelled at me and let out how anger and frustration.

He pulled me into his arms. His arms wrapped around me tightly, I tensed up. It's if I would disappear if he didn't hold on to me tightly. I wouldnt blame him.

" How could you do this to me?" he rasped, hoarsely.

Hearing him speak after that made me choke up. Even now, he is being considerate of me. And yet all I can do is to cause him pain and distress. I am such a bad person. Tears fell out of my eyes. I embraced him back, not wanting to let him go as well. Only now I realise that I shouldn't be doing this alone. The fight is ours and as much as I don't want to lose him, he doesn't want to lose me.

" I am sorry," I whispered through the tears. " Forgive me. I beg you."

" If you stay by my side and never leave, I will."

He pulled away a little and looked at me. His eyes were glossy with tears he was holding back. He cupped my face in his hand and moved the hair in my face. His mouth stretched in a smile. He looked happy and releaved to see me.

Slowly, he leaned forward and kissed me. I kissed him back. I was happy that he came for me. I don't know how much longer I would have been able to stay strong and move forwatd myself. I will never that mistake again.