Off Limits, Brother's Best Friend Chapter 221

Chapter 221: You Broke Me 

Callan

The more I walked towards Brianna, the more she walked backwards. We were in the living room now and Angelo could be heard knocking at the door.

“Brianna, don't play fucking stupid. Your trip.” I snarled at her. 

Recognition came over her face but then anger came through.

“What is it to you? Why are you yelling at me?” 

She is mad? I laughed sardonically which made her turn her back to me and try to walk into her room. I followed her.

“Brianna, you better fucking answer me. Where are you going? Why are you going to London?” I followed her. She was in the bedroom now and whirled around to stop me.

“For work, how do you even know that? Are you keeping tabs on me?” She got suspicious, so I licked my teeth.

“For how long?” I gritted my teeth.

“Callan, what right do you think you have, busting into my apartment and demanding an answer from me?” She shouldn't play this with me, not right now.

“How fucking long, Brianna? How long!” I screamed at her. She flinched back in shock.

I heard Bryce's foot step on the hardwood.

“Callan? Hey, what is going on?” Bryce only had a towel around his waist but he obviously heard my voice and came out. I ignored him and fixed my eyes back on her. My heart was beating so fucking fast, I hate when this happens. I can't damn breathe.

Bryce flinched between coming to us, answering the door that Angelo keeps knocking on and going back into his room to grab pants.

“How long?” My voice came out low like a growl.

“I don't know..” that was all I heard her say and I snapped. I lost it, I kicked her nightstand and the damn thing fell over. Bryce stopped trying to go put pants on and run over in a damn towel.

“Callan, hey, what the fúck?” He shouted at me.

“You don't know? Are you leaving, Brianna? Are you fucking leaving again?” I can't stop my chest from heaving.

“I said I don't know, a few days, Callan.” She looked at me in shock.

Days? Only a few days? I swallowed this lump in my throat. I fisted my hair and released a breath.

“Dude?” That was all Bryce managed to say.

“A few days?” I had to ask, she nodded and fidgeted with her finger.

Fuck, what am I doing? I am ridiculous for freaking out about her leaving. What the hell am I doing?  I motioned to leave but my foot stopped over something. When I looked down, I saw some of the content of her nightstand that toppled out of her small drawer. Note cards. My note cards to her. I bent down and picked one up and then two. There are more, but they are by her feet. I glanced down just to be sure, they are, these are all the notes I wrote her whenever I sent her flowers or gifts. She has even the first ever one I wrote to her, which was to welcome her to the building. Why the fuck would she keep that? When Bryce saw I calmed down enough, he rushed off to grab pants. He is probably thinking he is going to need to fight me and doesn't want to do it naked.

“Why the fuck do you have these?” My voice was still altered. I had been so worked up.

Her cheeks went flushed, she rushed to grab the ones by her feet and to grab the ones that were in my hands. I moved it away from her grasp.

“Why did you keep these, Brianna?” Now she was the one getting flustered.

“It is nothing, just give it back.” She huffed but she was only getting more red.

I grit my teeth and stayed looking at her to make her tell me.

“Why?” I asked again, she huffed and stomped her foot.

“Because..” she paused and I hated that.

“Why!” I raised my voice slightly again, I saw a sort of resolve wash over her.

“Because, Callan…because I liked you and I want to keep the notes you sent me.” She said that deadpan and looked at me. How can she say that shít to me? 

“You liked me then but you don't like me now, so why did you keep them?” I already had unsteady hands from my freak out over her leaving. I couldn't hold the damn thing up without her seeing my unsteady hands.

“You asshole, it is because I never stopped liking you. You knew I liked you, why are you even making me say it?" She was getting upset. I opened my mouth but she kept speaking over me.

“You are the one that left, Callan. You.” She reminded me. She tried brushing past me to leave the room but I followed her again. She had come out to open the damn door Angelo had still been knocking on.

“Don't go there with me, Brianna.” My voice was a low warning. She doesn't want to go there with me.

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Brianna POV

My heart was beating right out of my chest, Callan had thrown me off guard and burst in here asking about my trip to London. I didn't understand why he was so angry about it, I didn't know why he was practically shivering with anger and what else is that? Panic?, No. When he kicked my nightstand over, my drawer fell out and spilled all kinds of random things. The most embarrassing being the note cards I have kept over the past year and a few months I have known him. He knew I liked him, I was pissed he even made me say it.

“You are the one that left, Callan. You.” I had to remind him.

I couldn't stand the continuous banging on the front door, so I walked past him and opened the door. Poor Angelo huffed in relief and at the same time my brother was coming out with more than a towel this time.

“What is going on, Callan? Why did you just flip out?” Bryce asked him. His eyes were fixed on me though and it only made my heart beat faster.

“He thought Brianna was leaving again.” Angelo spoke to my brother since Callan wasn't.

My head snapped over to him and back to Callan. He flipped out because he thought I was leaving? When Callan noticed all our eyes on him, he didn't like it.

“You are the one that left me.” I muttered out in confusion.

Why would he care if I left? Isn't that what he wanted? For me to stay away? Gosh, he is so confusing and my heart is aching in my chest right now while I am looking at him. It is like we had been in the crossroads here and nobody said anything. Not until I muttered those words out and then something snapped inside him again. He shoved at the sofa and slapped his hand against the window.

“You know what, Brianna. I am sick of you playing the sad heart broken one. You broke me first, you don't even fucking see it because you are too busy making me the fucking bad guy. I am the one who came back to you first, I flew to fucking London just to get a goddamn glimpse of you and I am the one who kept coming back. If I wouldn't reach out first, you would let us not talk for weeks. I had always call, I had to always send you gifts just wanting to make you fucking happy. Because it is all I could do with the distance you caused us. Do you hear how pathetic that sounds? How pathetic I sound?” 

His chest was heaving and his eyes were turning dark but filled with something new to me. He started screaming seven months of pent up shit in my face and all Bryce, myself and Gelo could do was stand there dumbfounded.

“I let your brother punch me in the face repeatedly just to show him I meant it when I said I was going to bring you back and date you. But you said no, you said fucking no!” He was shoving at things and his chest was moving so quickly to catch his breath that I just found myself walking forward to settle him in place. He grabbed me, placing his forehead on mine unexpectedly.

“I needed you to say yes.” His voice came out the lowest I have ever heard it. 

Tears were rolling silently down my cheeks just hearing his words and seeing his pain. Because that is what was showing through his eyes today. Pain, he is right, I really hurt him. That is why he reacted that way.

“I wasn't saying no,” I fisted his shirt, but didn't remove our foreheads. His eyes were closed while he was catching his breath. 

“I can't breathe, Brianna. It physical fucking hurts to be in the same room as you, I can't breath.” He tried stepping away from me but I grabbed him desperately.