I'm Blind Not Fragile

Chapter 4

"What the hell do you want, Brandon?"

"Awww, don't act like you aren't happy to see me." He replies being his normal jackass self

"I can't see moron. And no I'm not  happy that you are here." I reply coldly

"Aw c'mon don't be like that Raine."

"Like what, Brandon?"

" like you don't love me. When we both know that you do."

"Like I would even like you after that stunt you pulled last week." I seethed

"It was only a little perfume!" He defended

"A little? I couldn't walk to school on my own for 3 days because of all the perfume you put in my room! You could have permanently damaged my nose!" I exclaim

"Would me inviting you over to my house make it better? He asked

Ok ok ok ok time out. Y'all are probably thinking something along the lines of "Who the hell is Brandon?" Well short answer is he's my best friend. He is 17 years old and is Shawn's son. Yup, and like father like son, Brandon is in the gang.
Me and Brandon hang out all the time, well not so much in the last week because I was pissed but still. My brother thinks I'm at Sebastian's house when I'm really just hanging out with Brandon.
Anyway back to our conversation:

"No Brandon I'm still mad at you."

"C'mon shorty i'll buy you Ben and Jerry's." This made me actually start considering things. I do love Ben and Jerry's. Honestly if you wanted to kidnap me I would willingly follow you to your shady van if you had Ben and Jerry's ice cream.

"I'm not short." I say to buy myself more thinking time.

"Raine, you're 5'1" that's short" he says.

Now don't get me wrong, if it was anyone else speaking to me like this I would have broken his arm by now, but this is Brandon. I've known him since I was 8 and he was 9.

"Oh yeah? And what's your definition of not short?" I asked

"5'4. 5'5. You know that range," he thought "at least for a girl" he added idiotically

"You know this means almost nothing to me because I can't see how tall people are." I state

"Yeah well that sounds like a you problem" he says. At this I laugh. It was a stupid joke but it was Brandon and just knew how to make me laugh.

"Brandon you're such an idiot." I say smiling.

"But you love me." He says in a singsong voice "so? Wanna come over to the house and we can eat Ben and Jerry's ice cream out of the carton, and you can tell me how shitty you're day was?" He asked hopeful

"I would love to" I say and I feel him become happier. "But I can't"

"What why? Is it because of the perfume because I really am sorry about that. It was all jacks idea! You know jack and his crazy pranks!" He starts ranting

"Brandon calm down. It's not because of you. Howard has called me to a meeting." Which I could tell surprised Brandon, by how he tensed and looked at me really quickly. Honestly I understand why he's surprised, I'm surprised myself. My father doesn't really talk to me. He loves his company, not so much his daughter. He practically lives at the office, or the mansion. He stopped living with me a little after Mom died, Eric of course stood by me so now we live alone in Brooklyn. I hate my fathers company, it's shady. I know he has some not-so-law-abiding clients. It wasn't always like this. It really started when my mom died when I was 10. And I can't help but feel I'm the reason he's not around.i mean he still talks to Eric, mostly about how he will inherit the company. Eric practically raise me the pst 5 years. I still don't know what I'm going to do when he goes to college next year.

"Since when does your dad talk to you?" Brandon asks. I shrug in response. "Did he say what about?" Brandon inquires

"No all his assistant said was that my father says 'it's urgent' whatever that means" we bot kind of fell into a thinking silence until I got home. Me and Eric House was a cute brownstone building with white trim, almost identical to every other house on the block. Or so I've been told, these things mean nothing to me, but if it means something to you then you run with it.

We have a bigger house on the other side of town where Howard lives. Howard thought it would be easier this way, he could be closer to his company and we are closer to our schools. But I don't think of the mansion as home, I only think of me and Eric's small house as home.

After a brief goodbye to Brandon, I unlock my door and step inside. I go upstairs to my room and feel my clock. 3:20 pm. I have 10 minuets till Howard's assistant comes to pick me up and bring me to the office. I open my brail version of Percy Jackson and the lightning thief, one of my favorite Percy Jackson books, and read. A couple pages later I hear a honk out side. I close my book slowly and put it on my bedside table. I sigh and walk down the stairs.

A/N
Hello my divine koalas 🐨 🐨🐨

Sorry I didn't update when I said I was going to. I have a god reason. Well not a god reason but a good reason. (My backspace isn't working on my computer. It really sucks) I sprained my wrist. And it hurt. I will not go into a deep explanation but it involved apple picking and my sister giving me a shoulder ride. Anywho my wrists all better so I should be back to updating on weekends.

Byyyyyyeeeeeeee

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