Off Limits, Brother's Best Friend Chapter 241

Chapter 241: You Are Spaced Out 

Callan

I have been trying to reach out to Brianna all week, I have called, texted and tried showing up at their apartment but I have come up with nothing. She is hiding from me, I figured she is at Jane's house more likely than not but Angelo swears I should give her a few days to breathe. I don't know if I agree with that logic. It only gives her more time to come to her own conclusion about everything. I want to make it damn clear that I fucked up, that I know I fucked up and that I want to fix this.

I want to be with Brianna it took me a damn time to admit that but now that I have, I can't be a fucking coward about it. I want her to understand that the only woman I have claimed is her, not Hannah and that what Hannah and I did was a mistake. No, what I did was a mistake and Hannah went along with whatever I wanted because she likes me, I shouldn't have involved her in any of this. Regrets weighed heavy on my chest for a while now but when the truth came to light, the regret damn near crushed me. I blamed Hannah for ruining things but I was just belligerent and panicked. I know who ruined everything, I know whose fault this is, me. Callan fucking Harold, my worst fucking enemy.

I don't know what I will do with myself if Brianna never speaks to me again. Honesty, I don't think I would be alright. I almost lost myself completely and just when I came up for air, my past came barrelling through and knocked me right back down into thr abyss I was fucking drowning in before I got her back. Aside from trying to find Brianna, I haven't left my house for most of the days. Business was handled by those below me, I didn't technically have to oversee anything, so I didn't. Bryce was confused as fuck as to my absence this week. He doesn't know anything, I would rather he didn't. The only people that know are those who were there that day and it is going to stay that way. They knew better than to spread this gossip.

In a turn of events, it was actually Hannah who was avoiding me this week too. I wanted to double check if she needed anything in preparation for…umm…handling this thing. Maybe more money or a ride to the doctor. She didn't get back to me and I didn't push it. I am at a very critical point in all this bullshit from the past one year. One more wrong move and it is done for sure, it might already be done but I am trying anyway. I need to be very fucking careful with what I do next, I fucked up too many times.

**After self isolation for a week, I was forced by Bryce to come to Harold's restaurant where a bunch of us are going to be having lunch. I said no more than one hundred times but Bryce started to try and pry into my mood and I just agreed to shut him up. And what are the chances that Hannah Vortex decided to show up today too. It felt awkward seeing her, I actually turned right back around and went outside for a cigarette, thinking about whether I should just ditch while I still can. Bryce isn't even here yet, my little sister is and I feel like she is staring at me which makes me incredibly uncomfortable. She especially stared over when she noticed Hannah get up and walked outside when she saw I did. I paused mid puff and glanced at her.**

**“Um, hey.” She said awkwardly.**

**I nodded to her and finished the puff, I turned slightly away from her to blow the smoke away.**

**“I saw your message, I don't need anything, Callan. Honestly, I came out to ask how you were doing, I am fine but you don't look like you are.” She called me out and I gritted my teeth.**

**I know I didn't put any effort into my appearance but I didn't think I looked like a train wreck or anything.**

**“I heard my brother talk about you being missing all week, I know he doesn't know why but I do. You look spaced out. She didn't take you back, did she?” She asked me.**

**“Hannah, please.” I huffed and shoved my fingers through my hair.**

**“Listen, I apologize for blaming you, for dragging you into this shit. That is all I want to say about it, we have been friends for a long time and I owe you more than that.” I gave her another short nod before taking one last long dragging and walked inside.**

**I hated talking like this but it needed to be said. It is said and now I want to be done with it. I have so much more to say to Brianna but those words won't be easily said. It is so much that I don't even know where to begin. I have written her some long texts, she knows the meaning of it but she never addresses it. So those are words in the wind, I want to say what I needed to say when it counts.**

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Brianna POV

I spent the rest of the week almost always at Jane's house. I didn't need my brother seeing me all emotional and depressed and figuring out, yet again that his best friend obliterated my heart. Roy said as much about Callan, he said Callan plays games and he said he wasn't playing games. He liked me and I chose Callan anyway. When have I not chosen Callan? The thought of Hannah having a child with him literally sours my gut to the point of nausea. When the image of Callan plays in my head of how he might have been with Hannah when they were having raw sex, it makes my stomach roll. 

I am a masochist, I keep picturing him calling her baby girl and calling her his repeatedly. I pictured him cuming hard the way he does with me. I know what it feels like to be filled by him and she does too. It makes me sick, the whole thing. I had finally gone to my own apartment late this morning and showered the horror off me. I scrubbed but I couldn't get that damn stain out. Inked hands staining my flesh the more he touches me. When would it have all gone black? May it feel nice to fall into nothingness.

Callan has been trying to contact me, I won't let him. There is nothing he can say to fix this. Honesty, I can't think of a single thing that would justify what he has done. Well, I feel like shít. Let me find an outfit to counteract this burning feeling in my gut.

“Brianna, are you home?” I heard my brother call to me from the main room.

“Yes, just a second.” I grabbed the strapless, pant legged one piece yellow plaid outfit I was matching the bag with.

When I slipped it on,I came out of my room, trying to be a cherry as the yellow.

“Hey, a couple of us are going to the restaurant, do you want to go home?” He asked me.

Callan might be there, Hannah might be there, I can't. I frowned and shook my head.

“I promised myself I would sit down and draw some clothing designs today. I don't want that dream to lag behind just because I have other stuff going on.” I told him. His face smoothed out and he nodded along with me.

“Good, that is what I like to hear. Alright, next time then, go draw.” He snapped his fingers at me like I was a dog. I rolled my eyes but went back into my room.

I guess I could actually draw, that has always been an outlet for me. Creating clothes in my head and sketching it out. Donatella might like to see it. Today, I draw, I won't think about them. I closed my eyes and pictured a dress I used to think of when I was a little younger than I am now. I never felt I executed it right but I really liked the idea at the time. Brianna Fletcher, my line of my flower dresses. It was a little difficult to draw what I saw in the mind's eye but I am more talented now.

“I pulled my pencil and paper and I pulled out my other half done work and I sat at the dining room table. I started drawing, little Brianna wanted this to look better than she could make it back then but haven't I curated my skill over time? Aren't I..dare I say…better now? More talented now. I have a meeting with Donatella and the Cartier representative next week. What if I told her this idea that has floated around in my head for too many years? She did mention having a dream once that I opened a line of clothing within her brand. Brianna, by Donatella Versace