Off Limits, Brother's Best Friend Chapter 212

Chapter 212: Do You Want To Get Rid Of Your Father?

Brianna

After a second week, my bruising was starting to get better and the swelling was gone. My ankle wasn't hurting, I guess it is because I didn't put my weight on it at all for the past weeks that I have been hiding in my bed. I let Jane come over and she tries really hard not to acknowledge my wounds or who gave them to me. She just talks about her friends or a place we need to go to try the food or a show she watched. She kept it light and I appreciated it. I talked to Roy on the phone and he sounded a little mad at me but he just doesn't understand the psychological wounds behind this car accident and I wasn't willing to tell him the truth. I don't talk about my past with people.

It was honestly a miracle I even told Callan and Jane but since they are the only ones who know, they are the only ones who know the real story about my injuries. I think Gelo knows but whatever. I hid for so long as I could until they wouldn't stand for it any longer.

Callan Harold is not known for his patience, he wanted to see me and was pissed when couldn't. I can't fathom why the man wanted to see me, I know we shared that moment in his office where he appeared worried for me and I wanted him to hold me but those were under duress and unusual circumstances. Nothing has changed, he still left me, he still hates me and he is still sleeping with everyone he can get his hand on.

Yes, I appreciated him supporting Bryce while I was in the hospital, being a good friend but now that I am healing, I don't see what he could possibly want from me. I had just gotten out of the shower and I was in my robe because getting dressed is a bitch. It hurts to move my torso, so a robe is just cozy for me and I was drying my hair when I heard the deep voices.

“I don't give a fuck, u was patient enough.” I heard Callan said.

“Callan?” I heard my brother huff the way he often has to with his friends. And then a heavy knock settled on the door. Oh great.

“Yes?” I answered, not wanting to go to the door to actually let anyone in. That doesn't stop Callan, he just walked right in and I pinched my robe tighter and scoffed at him.

“Umm, hello? Did I say you could come in?” 

I could see Bryce just outside the door but I couldn't read his expression.

“I gave you two weeks, enough.” His voice was as strong and deep as ever. I dropped the towel and walked out of the bathroom to meet him in my actual room.

“Enough of what, exactly?” I didn't understand what he wanted.

“Brianna, I walked in and found you bloody and battered and you haven't let me talk to you since. Can I be a normal fucking human being and have a conversation with you to just see if you are alright?” He sounded mad but he always does.

“Since when are you a normal human being?” I chuckled without meaning to. He asked me once to stay away from him but that rule only seems to apply when it is me not him.

“Brianna,” he gave me that infamous warning.

“I am fine now.” I gave him an answer. Not a true one but whatever.

“Bullshit, you have been hiding in your room for two weeks.” He called me out.

“I looked like the lunchbox of Notre Dame, can I have a few weeks to heal?” I crossed my arms over my chest, then flinched at the wince of pain.

“Oh, yeah, you are fine?” He called me out when he saw it. I think I have gone from depressed to dismissive or maybe even sassy, angry. What am I?

“Bryce, don't you want us away from each other? Now would be a great time to invoke that.” I deadpanned, Callan rounded his shoulders and I knew the fire flickered behind his eyes.

“Brianna, I get his point. He is just checking in, he is the one who found you.” My brother shrugged.

Awesome, when I need him to go all agro brother, he seems to suddenly be understanding. Callan swiped his tattooed hand down his dark stubble, it always makes that scratchy sound against his rough palms. He is in casual wear today, which looks good on him. He is wearing a pair of joggers, a fitter t-shirt, all black, including shoes. His hair is soft and not styled at all, just a dark tuft of hair that matched everything else about him.

“Brianna, we need to talk to you about your father.” He finally said. It made my gut flip in a nauseating way, he saw my immediate shift in both my body language and demeanor.

“Come here,” he waved me over to the bed. I walked over and sat on the edge of the mattress while both of them stood in front of me. I started to pick at the tie around the robe.

“He has been hiding out for the past weeks because I am sure he knows  we will want to get our hands on him.” My brother started.

“What about mother? What does she know about all this?” I asked, he just shook his head.

“I don't know what another knows about this nor do I care. This is about father, Callan thinks his men found him.” He told me, I blinked up at them in anticipation of what all that was going to mean. Callan is the one who stepped forward now.

“Brianna, do you want to get rid of your father?” Callan kept his voice calm and knelt in front of me. 

His hands came to my knees that were exposed because of the robe and I realized a lot of my bruises were showing and tugged at the hem of it. His eyes dropped to take on the condition of them, his hands lightly rubbed my leg as he waited for an answer. I could feel Bryce studying his best friend but was too embarrassed to look at him when Callan is this close to me and touching me even in the slightest way.

“What does that mean?” I had to ask him.

“You know what it means, Brianna.” He deadpanned. A pit formed in my gut and I had to swallow down the knot in my throat.

“Like, kill him?” I could barely say that out loud. Callan just looked at me, he didn't nod yes or no, I shifted my eyes to my brother instead.

“Brianna, I should have protected you from him a long time ago. I feel awful at the condition he left you in and I am worried that he will never stop coming after you. I don't want you to live in fear of father fucking up your life. If he beat you this badly this time around, then I don't think he would be opposed to doing it again. What I am saying is…” My brother trailed off.

Callan brushed this thumb over my knee which made my eyes shift. Somehow, he can heat my inside even now, even after everything.

“You want to kill him?” I reiterated

How do I feel about that? I thought I would burst out a no but that wasn't my immediate reaction. I am not sure what I am feeling right now. I looked back at Callan whose tight jaw showed me he isn't as calm as he is letting on.

“Encourage him to rid himself.” Callan stated. What the hell does that mean?

“Rid himself?” My eyes darted between both of them.

“Brianna, all you have to do is nod yes and I will handle him. You don't need to know anything beyond that or be involved. You just tell me if you don't want your father here anymore.” 

Callan worded it without once saying, Brianna, do you want to murder your father.

“I thought.. I thought you guys don't kill people?” I quietly asked him, he licked his teeth and looked away for a second.

“Call this a special circumstance.” Callan said and then his hand came up, which surprised me. I stupidly flinched which made something flicker behind his eyes 

Cupping my face, he looked me in the eyes and muttered.

“I will never let him or anyone else ever hurt you that way again. No matter what I have to do.” He let the last part linger.

Do, as in murder basically. How do I feel about that? I don't even think I feel anything which is weird. I leaned into his palm when he kept it there to cup my face. I almost forgot Bryce was right here, I quickly looked at him and straightened up, then winced when I hurt myself for the quick movement. Bryce's nostrils flared when he noticed my pain.

“Callan is right, Brianna. I won't let this happen again.” He took a step towards us, Callan still hadn't stood up which puts us face to face and it feels strange.

“Bryce, you can't kill your father. You think you can but your conscience will end up eating away at you.” I told him. He looked away from me because he knows it is true.