body all at once, I take a seat and watch him for a moment.
He lays back on the bed, and I can’t help but allow my eyes to fall on the tone d and tanned abs that are peeking out from underneath his shirt as it rides up his body.
“You don’t deserve any of this, Alexis,” he begins, placing his hands over his face as he lets out a deep sigh. “You really don’t. I’m so sorry.”
He sounds upset.
Climbing onto the bed and sitting right beside him, I place my hands gently onto his and try to move them away so that I can see him. I need to see his eyes and face so I can read what he’s thinking and feeling.
He turns his head slightly, so we’re looking into each other’s eyes, and it’s then that I see how exhausted he really is. He looks as though he’s had about the same amount of rest that I have in the recent days, maybe even less.
Lifting his hand and lightly tracing his fingers across my left cheek and along my jaw, he sits up, not once taking his eyes off of mine.
“Alexis?” he begins, sitting up a little and resting on his right elbow, keeping his other hand resting on my shoulder. “You look like shit.”
There’ s no laughter in his tone like there used to be whenever he spoke those words to me before. None at all. He looks really low, devastated even.
“I need some answers,” I respond quietly, knowing that I won’t have a lot of time with him before he needs to be leaving again. “You need to tell me what the hell has been going on, because since you left, my life has turned crazy, actually, its been crazy ever since the first day I met you.”
Nodding, he averts his gaze elsewhere as he sits up and crosses his legs, before turning until his whole body is fully facing me.
“ I’m not sure whether you’re going to be able to handle it, Alexis,” his voice cracks and his eye become glazed. “It’s scaring the shit out of me, because if I tell you, you might resent me, hate me, never forgive me, and I don’t think I could handle that.”
Closing my eyes and trying to prepare myself for whatever it is he needs to tell me, I take a deep breath before reopening them.
"Brandon, it can't be any worse than the things I've been imagining , or how it felt when you left,” I say quietly, and from the words I’ve just spoken, I can see his lips turning into a frown. “You can tell me anything.”
“Your mom … ” he sounds frustrated as he climbs off of the bed, pacing the floor in front of me and breathing heavily. “Shit!”
I wasn’t expecting it to be those words that came out from his mouth. Fine, I know now that it was my mom who had been working on his case, and for whatever reason he didn’t tell me this before, but he’s right, I am scared. I’m petrified he’s about to tell me that it was him who had broken into my father’s house last week.
“I don’t think her death was an ac cident, Alexis,” his voice is strangled, and I see a single tear falling from his eye as he speaks the words, his eyes and face draining of any color that was previously visible in them. “I’m so fucking sorry!”
Oka y, now that was not what I was expecting to hear.
“No, no, it was … It was a drunk driver … It was … Why would you even say that? Why would you try and hurt me like this?”
I’m not accepting this. I won’t. I can’t.
“Beautiful, they only said that because they didn’t know . My lawyer, he came to visit me on that same day. He told me a cop that had been working on my case had evidence to prove I was innocent of everything, that same cop … that same cop, your mom, Alexis … she never came. She never came because she lost her life that day,” he strides over and kneels by the bed, grasping at my hands and clutching them tightly.
“If that were really the case then they still would have cleared you! You’re lying!” I scream at him, not being able to take in anything he’s trying to say. Is it really his main objective to hurt me more than he
He lays back on the bed, and I can’t help but allow my eyes to fall on the tone d and tanned abs that are peeking out from underneath his shirt as it rides up his body.
“You don’t deserve any of this, Alexis,” he begins, placing his hands over his face as he lets out a deep sigh. “You really don’t. I’m so sorry.”
He sounds upset.
Climbing onto the bed and sitting right beside him, I place my hands gently onto his and try to move them away so that I can see him. I need to see his eyes and face so I can read what he’s thinking and feeling.
He turns his head slightly, so we’re looking into each other’s eyes, and it’s then that I see how exhausted he really is. He looks as though he’s had about the same amount of rest that I have in the recent days, maybe even less.
Lifting his hand and lightly tracing his fingers across my left cheek and along my jaw, he sits up, not once taking his eyes off of mine.
“Alexis?” he begins, sitting up a little and resting on his right elbow, keeping his other hand resting on my shoulder. “You look like shit.”
There’ s no laughter in his tone like there used to be whenever he spoke those words to me before. None at all. He looks really low, devastated even.
“I need some answers,” I respond quietly, knowing that I won’t have a lot of time with him before he needs to be leaving again. “You need to tell me what the hell has been going on, because since you left, my life has turned crazy, actually, its been crazy ever since the first day I met you.”
Nodding, he averts his gaze elsewhere as he sits up and crosses his legs, before turning until his whole body is fully facing me.
“ I’m not sure whether you’re going to be able to handle it, Alexis,” his voice cracks and his eye become glazed. “It’s scaring the shit out of me, because if I tell you, you might resent me, hate me, never forgive me, and I don’t think I could handle that.”
Closing my eyes and trying to prepare myself for whatever it is he needs to tell me, I take a deep breath before reopening them.
"Brandon, it can't be any worse than the things I've been imagining , or how it felt when you left,” I say quietly, and from the words I’ve just spoken, I can see his lips turning into a frown. “You can tell me anything.”
“Your mom … ” he sounds frustrated as he climbs off of the bed, pacing the floor in front of me and breathing heavily. “Shit!”
I wasn’t expecting it to be those words that came out from his mouth. Fine, I know now that it was my mom who had been working on his case, and for whatever reason he didn’t tell me this before, but he’s right, I am scared. I’m petrified he’s about to tell me that it was him who had broken into my father’s house last week.
“I don’t think her death was an ac cident, Alexis,” his voice is strangled, and I see a single tear falling from his eye as he speaks the words, his eyes and face draining of any color that was previously visible in them. “I’m so fucking sorry!”
Oka y, now that was not what I was expecting to hear.
“No, no, it was … It was a drunk driver … It was … Why would you even say that? Why would you try and hurt me like this?”
I’m not accepting this. I won’t. I can’t.
“Beautiful, they only said that because they didn’t know . My lawyer, he came to visit me on that same day. He told me a cop that had been working on my case had evidence to prove I was innocent of everything, that same cop … that same cop, your mom, Alexis … she never came. She never came because she lost her life that day,” he strides over and kneels by the bed, grasping at my hands and clutching them tightly.
“If that were really the case then they still would have cleared you! You’re lying!” I scream at him, not being able to take in anything he’s trying to say. Is it really his main objective to hurt me more than he
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