Off Limits, Brother's Best Friend Chapter 240

Chapter 240: You Ruined It 

Callan

“You are going to give yourself a full blown panic attack, Callan. Sit still and breathe for a minute.” Angelo said, his words weren't even sinking in.

The fire is so much hotter today, it physically hurts in my chest. What is it? Fucking cancer or something, something is eating me alive and it fucking hurts like a motherfucker. I need to hit something. I turned and punched the fence beside me and I felt the pain of my bones hitting the sturdy wooden fence, I did it again and again.

“Callan!” Angelo tried stopping me. I wouldn't let him. I shoved him off and started punching this fence until the pain of my pain helped distract me from the pain in my chest.

“Look at your hand.” He physically pushed my head down. 

Blood, splintered wood, throwing knuckles, scraps. I could barely open my hand again without wincing.

“You probably broke it,” he grabbed me and started dragging me to his car and when he shoved me in it, I just let him.

“They are going to call the police on you, banging on doors and breaking fences with your bare fists. Are you crazy, man?” He even bothered asking me.

“I am, I am fucking crazy! Why the fuck did I fúck Hannah raw, man? What the fuck was I thinking? How do I keep fucking everything up? Fúck!” I slammed my fist over his dashboard. Here we go again, my chest is tight.

The fire is hot, I can't breathe. I opened the window while he started driving away.

“Callan, I don't like how your breathing sounds, you sound like you are in the middle of a panic attack. Let's start at the source, we go talk to Hannah and make sure the girl isn't pregnant and then when we have that she isn't, Brianna will calm down more. Right now, she is picturing all these scenarios about Hannah having your child. Let's fix that first and she will forgive you for the rest.”

He was making sense. I nodded yes, I want to do that.

“Are you going to call her or should I?” He asked me. Seeing as I could hardly breathe, he decided to call her.

“Hey, Hannah. Where are you right now?” There was a pause while she spoke.

“Callan wants to meet up and have you take a pregnancy test. Let's get that part out of the way.” He told her.

When he hung up, he looked at me.

“She said to go to her apartment, we will settle this. I just got to run to the pharmacy and grab a couple of tests.”

She isn't pregnant. It was one time. I cum inside the girl once, I have cum inside Brianna a dozen times and nothing has happened. 

******

“I am pregnant.” Hannah clarified and I just stood there like an idiot.

“You are lying. You fucked someone else.” I whirled around which made her and Angelo take a step out of her  bathroom. 

It is too crammed for three damn people. I walked forward to meet them in the common area.

“Excuse me?” She scoffed.

“You have been fucking someone else, there is no way this is mine.” 

I didn't believe it, her expression morphed into one of anger and talon like nail shot right out when she pointed at me. 

“You are the person I did that raw with, don't be a dickhead even about this. It was both of us, you asked to fuck me raw, Callan. You said a lot of things to me and clearly you meant none of them.” She snapped.

“It was a show for the bastard, I told you that!” I shouted back.

“Well that show goes on, because I am fucking pregnant, Callan!”

I fisted my hair, no.

“Hannah, take a seat and we will all…” Angelo tried being the voice of reason but there is no reason here.

None of this makes sense in my fried brain right now, my breathing altered again and I turned away from the two of them. I bounded into the bathroom so I could have a second to myself.

“Why is he breathing like this? Callan, don't close the door.” She followed after me to the bathroom. Angelo was probably pacing in her living room as he knew this bathroom is damn too small for the three of us. She is the last person I want to see.

“Fuck! Fuck!” I kept slapping her wall and cursing loudly.

“Can you calm down?” She said, I gritted my teeth and seethed at the girl.

“Calm down! You fucking ruined it, Hannah. You wanted this, you wanted Brianna away from me. You ruined it!” I shouted at her.

She flinched back but the girl is no fragile thing. She fisted my shirt and came up in my face.

“You wanted to do it, Callan. Don't blame me, I won't let you. If you want Brianna so bad, then it should have been her.” She stuck her nose up at me.

“Who the fuck do you think I was thinking about when I started calling you mine? Who do you think I was picturing when I called you so fucking baby girl? When I cum inside you, telling you I wanted to claim you? Why do you think my eyes were closed, Hannah because I was fucking Brianna. Because I was fucking her. In my mind, I was claiming her, not you!” I harshly admitted. Her face dropped and she shoved at me.

“You asshole, you messed with my head? You know how I felt, you are such an asshole!” She shoved and shouted. 

“I know I am. I am an asshole, I never claimed otherwise. Fuck, I can't breathe. You fucking ruined it, you fucking ruined it.” I started shoving things around and I don't think I was even talking to her. I was talking to myself.

“I can't do this again. I can't have that fucking burning fire inside my gut and chest like I had for the past seven months. I will lose my fucking mind if I have to do this all over again.” 

If my father saw me now, he would beat the pussy boy out of me. It took one minute for Brianna to make this fire dissipate inside my burning chest. She came to me and she kissed me, she heard what I said when I blew up at her and she understood that she wasn't innocent in all this or at least in the misunderstanding. She finally understood what made me so mad, so she came to me and the fire went out. For  weeks, it was sweet relief not to feel that flicker inside me that hurt.

I honestly thought I was plagued with some stomach cancer or a heart attack in the beginning when all this started seven months ago. I figured it had to be something physically wrong with me but the fire never burned out. For weeks, I admitted to myself what I wanted, her. I have always wanted Brianna Fletcher and maybe it was on a sexual level in the beginning but I wasn't myself without her. I wanted to take her out, I wanted to be around her. Brianna has always wanted me and I used to be such a dick about pushing her away and calling it just a physical attraction but look at me. I lied to myself and to her brother when Bryce asked what Brianna Fletcher is to me. She is everything to me, Brianna is everything that makes a man capable of breathing. 

“Hannah, I don't want this child with you.” I blurted out.

“No shit, you had a full panic attack just thinking about having some attached to me.” She muttered.

“That wasn't about you.” I shook my head.

“Yes, I know. It is always about her. You think I want to have a child with some guy who wants nothing to do with me? No thanks, don't worry, I am going to terminate it.” She lifted this heavy weight from off my shoulders. The fire is still there but her words were a relief.

“I can go with you and…” I don't even know what to offer the girl.

“Don't worry about it, just pay up and it is handled.” She deadpanned. Wouldn't expect anything less from Hannah Vortex.

Don't say anything, Callan. She is doing what you hoped for. It is handled, it is done.

“Well, go off then. Go get your precious Brianna back.” She waved me off with an attitude. 

I don't blame her, I wasn't sure what else I could do for her. So, I listen to her words. I needed to think how the fúck I am going to get Brianna back.