I had a brilliant idea - well, to me it was going to be perfect. My plan was that the second we got home, I was going to go straight to my bedroom, strip down to only my bra and lace underwear and try to seduce Bryson. When he finally gave in, I was going to leave him - in the midst of his desire. However, my plan crumbled with one single phone call.
“Hello?” I answered my cell phone right as Bryson pulled into his designated parking spot. Silence lingered on the line for a second, making me fill with curiosity at who was calling.
“...Elle?! ... Damn, this place has horrible reception,” I could hear my mother mutter on the other end of the call. “ ... Elle! Can you hear me?”
“Loud and clear,” I quipped as I wondered why she was calling and where she was.
“Good. Listen, you need to get down to the hospital, as soon as possible.” She exclaimed with a certain excitement laced in her tone.
I raised an eyebrow as I clutched the phone closer to my ear. “Why? What’s up?”
“It is-” Suddenly the line went silent.
My stomach dropped in worry. “Mother? What is it? ... Hello?”
“Sorry, I walked into a dead spot of this hospital. Anywhoo, it is Peter, he-” Her voice was cut off but instead of silence, this time, I heard the irritating sound of static. A second later, the static ended and my mother’s voice could be heard again. “So get down here,” She proclaimed, clearly finishing up a mini-speech that I had been left out on due to the static and poor signal her phone got at the hospital.
“Mom, I didn’t hear what you said-” I started to say but she cut me off with a loud, over exaggerated, huff.
“Just get down here! Now!” She half-yelled before abruptly hanging up on me.
I sat my phone down on my lap as I gave a deep frown. Something was going on with Peter, while mother’s tone sounded, at first, chipper, I couldn’t help but feel a sense of gloom fall over me. What if something was wrong with him? What if-
I stopped my thoughts because I couldn’t think of them.
All I could now think about was guilt. I was feeling in the wrong for trying to exact my revenge on Bryson - when in fact I should have just dropped him out of my life the second I got my memory back and gone straight to Peter’s side ... it is what he would have done if he was in my shoes. Peter would never abandon me like I have him.
“Take me to the hospital,” I gritted as I loathed myself from the inside out. Both my hands balled up into fists. I clenched my fists so tight that I could feel my nails digging into my flesh. It wasn’t a pleasant feeling, but it drew my pain from emotional to physical, which for some reason, the physical pain was more bearable than the emotional.
“Why, what is wrong?” Bryson asked in what almost sounded like a caring voice.
However, I wasn’t fooled because he didn't care.... “Just please take me, Bryson - or I will walk.” I responded as I leaned back in my seat and clamped my fist tighter, digging my nails farther into the palm of my hand.
To my surprise the car started back up and Bryson reversed his white Mustang out of the parking spot. In all honesty, I expected him to nag me for answers as to why I needed to go to the hospital, ultimately leading me to walking to the hospital. Instead, he shocked me by not uttering a single word and just driving me, willingly, to the hospital.
Then again, he probably knows it has to do with Peter. I mean, why else would I willingly want to go back to the hospital? It wasn’t for the Pine-Sol smell, white coated doctors and nurses, I can tell you that much.
Within a few minutes, Bryson was parking his car in one of the very few available spots of the hospital public parking lot. He turned off the car and tilted his head to look at me. His green eyes bore into me as he raised an eyebrow. “Are you going to elaborate on why we are here?” He asked in a low tone.
The second he stopped speaking my lips parted, and I knew even before speaking a single vowel that I was going to tell him I remembered - everything. “Bryson-” My voice was drowned by the sound of my cell phone’s ringtone. My brown eyes glanced down and I saw it was the same number that my mother called me on a few minutes ago. Picking up the phone, I answered it. “Mom?”
“Where are you?” She questioned in a rushed tone of voice.
I unbuckled and opened the car door. “I’m in the parking lot, headed to the front doors,” I stated as I got out of the car and closed the door. I ignored the sound of Bryson getting out of the car and following me as I started to race towards the hospital.
“Good because he is asking for you,” Mother stated, happily.
My heart picked up and my eyes started to water up in happiness. “He is awake?” I asked as I crossed the street. Nothing but air was under the soles of my feet as I dashed towards the main entrance of the hospital.
“Yes - hurry,” was all she said before hanging up.
My vision became extremely blurred as ran to the elevators. I gave a chuckle that was formed on the backs of happiness and relief that Peter was awake and alive!
“What is going on?” Bryson asked as he came to my side.
I turned and faced him; with a wide smile I wrapped my arms around his torso. “He is awake!” I squeaked as I gave Bryson a tight hug. I swear, I could hug a hobo right now! Releasing Bryson, I started to twitch in excitement. I wiped away lingering tears on my face and rubbed my eyes.
Bryson shifted from his weight from his right foot to his left. “That - that is great...” He stated. For some reason it seemed like he was disappointed but figuring that could not be, I smiled even more - if that was possible.
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Bryson P.O.V
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I stood there in the elevator next to Elle. She looked like she was swimming in pure bliss, which made me slightly happy. However, I feared this moment in life for the past week since I planned to play off her memory loss. Peter was awake and he would quickly end the whole plan I have built up. He will see past my lies and convince Elle of the truth. I knew he wouldn’t believe all that I have set up - he was smart and cared deeply about his sister.
Sighing, I knew that tomorrow we would not be getting married. Peter is going to end this before I can even get what I need.
My eyes shifted over to look down at Elle. She was clearly over the moon that Peter was awake. Her pink lips were stretched upward as far as they could go and she clutched her cell phone to her heart. Rocking from her heels to the balls of her feet, she looked as if she was zeptoseconds from bursting open in excitement.
“Can you believe it?!” She shrieked as her big brown eyes found mine.
I didn’t answer as the elevators dinged open. I watched as Elle made a fast move to get off the elevator. I grabbed her arm and pulled her back in. “Wrong floor, Dear,” I commented as a doctor and nurse walked around us and in the elevator.
Elle looked at the floor number and sighed as she stepped back in. Her shoulders shrugged and her eyes casted down on the floor. “Oh,” was all she said.
My heart panged at the sound of disappointment in her voice. I roped my arm around the back of her neck and let it dangle off her other shoulder. “Calm down, you will see him in due time.” I spoke with a grin at how eager she was to see him. It was kind of cute -
Dude, take that back!
Remember your plan!
Remember why you are doing this!
I close my eyes and took my arm of of Elle at the mere sound of the voice in my head. I knew why I was doing this ... I knew the plan ... but lately it has just been escaping my mind at the mere look at Elle. I'm starting to like her, I can admit that. However, it was a weakness, one I knew more than anything that I needed to get rid of.
I’ve considered a single hook up to take my mind off of her and see if I can’t get rid of what she is doing to me. Yet, I just couldn’t pull myself to call up one of the numerous girls that saved their numbers in my phone.
You need to get rid of her.
Remember your plan!
Remember why you are doing this!
I nodded once to myself. My mind was right; I needed to get her out of my hair as soon as possible because I can’t grow more than a ‘liking’ for her. If I did, I knew I wouldn’t go through with everything I had planned.
“Bryson! Come on!” She eagerly stated as her fingers intertwined with mine and tugged at me to follow her off the elevator.
I grudgingly allowed her to pull me out of the elevator and down the hall towards Peter’s room. “Let go of me,” I told her as I attempted to get her hand off mine as I realized how much my body liked her touch.
She stopped walking and looked at me with bewilderment before glancing down at our locked hands. Her fingers slowly slipped from my hand - leaving my whole hand feeling cold for the heat she once brought to it was now gone. Her brown eyes locked with mine and she changed the shocked expression on her face to one of anger. “I know the way to Peter’s room,” She exclaimed.
At first I was wondering what she meant before I took in that she was basically telling me to fuck off. I tried to not allow myself to be upset about what she was implying. “Good,” Was all I spoke before turning around and leaving her in the empty hall.
Every footstep I took, I mentally cursed myself out for being so cruel to her. She deserved better-
You're so stupid because you're dumbass is falling for her!
Do you not remember the plan?!
Do you not remember why we are doing this?!
The voice in my head yelled with hidden anger I had suppressed down.
I didn’t reply at first as I walked to the elevator and pressed the down button. Not but a second later one of the three elevators before me dinged open. I looked at the top of the elevator door to see that it was not going down but up. I was about to look away from the elevator that just opened but my eyes caught sight of a well dressed man walking out.
The minute I looked at the man that just walked out of the elevator, I recognized him.
Walker D. White:
Elle’s father and President and owner of White Card Family Insurance.
Anger started to course through my veins as I regained incentive of my plan.
I remember the plan.
I remember why I am doing this.
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A/N:
I am overly aware that this is a short chapter but a lot has been going on in my life and I just really wanted to write. So, I popped this out...
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TheFirstWinterSnow's (Maddy's) comment:
You know what? I think Elle was my favorite one in this chapter. I applauded her for, basically telling Bryson to F off.
Of course, from the beginning I've enjoyed the fact that she's nowhere near being a pushover.
I know it doesn't seem like it in some of my comments, but I really do like Elle a lot.
For some reason, I really like Bryson too. He's probably the biggest jerk in the history of jerks - especially in this chapter - but I like him.
And on a slightly different note...
PETER IS AWAKE! Yay! :D I was worried for a bit there...
Anyway (totally skipping over the part where I kick your ass for leaving the chapter at yet ANOTHER damn cliffhanger!), maybe this chapter was a bit shorter than most of your other chapters - not by much at all, really - but it was great! :)
Update soon if you can! And most importantly, YOU smile, and don't forget to keep up the awesome work! :D