Off Limits, Brother's Best Friend Chapter 242

Chapter 242: I Face Him

Brianna

What if I created something and partnered up with my idol and mentor? My father would be rolling in his grave if I become as successful as some like Donatella. She is a fashion icon and I want that. I want to be like that. I threw myself into my work the last time Callan completely shattered my heart and I can do it again. You will be fine, Brianna. This is all fine.

It a comical really, I can drop Elizabeth, Jenet, Lucy, my Donatella, tattoo shop crew, my family and Roy Vortex but I can't shake him. I can't forget to follow up with anyone once they have become a part of my past life but Callan is somehow always present tense for me. He is somehow always there, I would have called it a break if he was act good for me. I would say my damaged detached style personality trait was finally fixed when it comes to Callan Harold, someone I never wanted to get rid of. Someone I can't leave in my past so easily. I would have said Callan Harold changed my life and he has. I just wish it was for the better. I guess that is what Jane is for. If nothing else, Callan gave me Jane. She is my breakthrough, I don't see muse just leaving her behind after the phase passes. I also feel the same about Dontalla, I can't see us ever not being closely working or closely seeing myself as her friend and colleague. I hope those people all feel the same way about me, muses are phases, aren't they?

My thoughts came to halt when my phone started ringing out in front of me. Callan, my gut flipped. No, I can't answer. I put my phone on sickey and tried bringing my mind back to the dress design and not that cycle of thoughts I ended up falling into.

For a while, all I could hear was the scratching of my pencil as I started to sketch the outline of this idea out. When my phone started ringing a while later, I cringed but eased up and I saw it was the other Harold.

“Hey, Jane.” I picked up the call.

“Brianna, hey, so listen.” She started, she was talking lower than usual so she clearly went off to the side somewhere of wherever she was.

“I came to my father's rest, a bunch of us did. But Callan doesn't look good, he was spaced out and just oversoak weird. Everyone noticed, but nobody said anything because the one time someone did, he snapped at them and scared half the restaurant patrons. Anyways, Hannah ended up coming and…”

My gut dropped. Is Jane calling me to tell me she saw those two together? Doing what? Oh, my gosh. He is probably going to date this girl and have a fucking child with her. My stomach soured to the point of me having to drop the pencil and try to suck in a breath.

“Don't tell me.” I blurted out. The line was quiet for a second.

“No, Brianna. I am not telling you anything about them. I was going to say Hannah of all people saw Callan's condition and she asked me if she could have your number.” Her voice became more and more tentative the more she told me.

“She wants my number? If it is to be gloating, I can't do it, Jane. I will lose it, I am teetering here.” I admitted to her.

I am in yellow and trying to draw and be all optimistic on life goals because if I don't, I am going to fall into this deep dark place that I don't want to be in. The stain, the dark shade. It will swallow me whole.

“Babes, she told me what she wanted to say and you should really talk to her.” She surprised me by saying that.

She gave nothing which is so not to look at her but Hannah told her something. She told her something that made Jane actually advise me to listen.

“O..okay, give her my number, I guess.” I swallowed hard.

“We will talk a bit, okay? Love you.” I heard her say before quickly hanging up on me.

What does Hannah have Jena held at gunpoint or something? That was such a weird call, Jane hates Hannah. She hated her even more after the drama unfolded, I felt my nerves increasing with every passing minute that I wasn't sure what Hannah would say. Breath, Brianna. And then the phone rang, a random number. Hannah. I took a deep breath and I tried to stabilize my trembling hand, I don't know why I am trembling aside from maybe the negative adrenaline coursing through me.

“Hello?” I could barely make the words out.

“Brianna, it is Hannah.” She told me first. I couldn't read anything in particular from her voice. Hannah isn't a soft and sweet girl. She is a spitfire.

“I know,” I croaked out. I heard her huff in what I assume is annoyance. I don't know why because she was the one who wanted to call me.

“Let me just start by telling you that I am not pregnant.” She dropped the biggest bomb on me first.

The amount of relief I instantly felt brought actual tears into my eyes. I clutched the phone tighter.

“Oh,” that was all I could say.

“Yes, well, anyways.” Her voice held an attitude and maybe a little something else. She is uncomfortable.

“Brianna, I don't like you and I think we both know that.” She deadpanned. I would have snorted if I wasn't so damn nervous.

“But, Callan has always been someone important to me and I didn't like what I saw this past week. He is not himself, he was like a zombie at lunch and he was having a whole damn panic attack the other day. So, I am doing this for him and not you.” She told me.

I was just trying to listen to all her words and filter them through. Panic attack? Zoned out? 

“He loves you, Brianna.” Her voice brought the beat of my heart into a halt.

“Stop, don't be a bitch and lie to me. Not about that.” I squeezed my eyes shut.

“Gosh, I wish I didn't have to be the one to tell you this but he is my friend over anything else and I don't like seeing him like this.” He repeated. My moderate tremble was now an over all quivering.

“Brianna, Callan called me one night so belligerent drunk that he could barely walk or open his eyes but he did a lot of talking that night and all of it was about you.” She told me.

I couldn't detect humor or amusement in her tone. I think she is telling me the truth right now. Callan went to her but spoke about me? He was that drunk? I have never seen him let himself that far out of control of something, my heart is straining in my chest.

“What…what do you mean?” I needed more 

“He thought I was you, he kept calling for you when I had gone near him and he said…” she paused. I could tell she really did not want to be telling me this right now. 

I am so surprised that she is because she has never once spoken to me for this long but I am grateful she is. I am grateful she isn't being your stereotypical bitch, she cares about  Callan , so in turn she is telling me things she believes I need to hear. That is big for her. She huffed in frustration and continued.

“Callan told me, well, he told you..I fucked up, I love you, I am sorry..I fucked up. I..I love you and he just kept saying he fucked up, I don't know what he is talking about but I am sure you do.” She stunned me.

“He didn't say that,” my voice came out weak. Is this some kind of reverse psychology? He didn't say that.

No one says that to me, about me. Callan didn't say that. I shook my head and tried to rub over the ache in my chest. Good thing, I am alone because I looked ridiculous with eyes pinched shut and trembling hands. With one of those hands rubbing my heart, she has to be trying to trick me.

“He was trying to nuzzle me and get me to forgive him. He wasn't saying Hannah, he was talking to you.” She huffed again like she was pissed she had to admit to all that. I didn't know what to say, she literally stunned me and I don't know if I believe her or if I am just not processing this.

“Uh, hello?” Her attitude sparked up.

“I am sorry, I am just shocked and a little confused.” I admitted.

“Yes, well, I did my part. So, bye.” She hung up on me.

Callan told Hannah, no he told me that he fucked up and that he loves me? No, I don't believe that. I would have to hear it from him. Now that I have the relief of knowing Hannah isn't pregnant, I want to face this man and see if he will tell me what Hannah is telling me.