Clarissa
"Brandon, you're back." I said
He only nodded.
I noticed at the confused look on Ryan's face.
*You two know each other?" He asked.
"Yes,actually...." I started.
"She's my wife." Brandon said in a very firm tone.
"Your wife?" He said looking between the two of us.
I smiled awkwardly.
"It's not very nice to leave your lady all alone at a party."
Ryan shot back.
Brandon pulled me by the waist closer to him.
I could feel Brandon's ego getting bruised.
"Clarissa, if you didn't know, we're rivals in business."
"I think she knows plenty."
I felt Brandon stiffen beside me.
"Excuse us."
Brandon held my hand and walked me into a different room.
Is it just me or does he always find an empty room.
He stood, his back facing me.
"What was rule number six?"
"I - I should stay by your side at all times."
"What part of that didn't you understand?"
"But you left me."
This argument was useless.
"I asked you not to go anywhere."
"I am not a child Brandon."
"Do you know how dangerous it could be here?"
"That's what you always...."
POW!
That sounded like a gunshot.
"Oh sh**"
Well, what happened to rule number four?
I saw Brandon pull out a gun.
He always is prepared.
Brandon came closer to me and pulled me behind him.
"Follow my lead."
He slowly opened the door.
The sight was just appalling.
I held on tight to Brandon
"You can't be here Rissa."
Before we could move another step forward, we met with Alan.
"Alan, get some guards to get Clarissa out of here."
"Right away."
"I am not leaving without you."
Wow. That's a first.
No matter how well I protested, I was taken into the car.
***********
I was already awake when I heard loud groans and grunts coming from the bathroom.
Getting out of the couch, I saw traces of blood on the floor.
Oh no.
Brandon.
I slowly opened the door of the bathroom to see Brandon leaning against a wall with his eyes closed, clutching his stomach.
"Brandon, what happened?"
I knelt beside him.
"Get the first aid kit."
I quickly got up to the counters in search of it. He was bleeding very badly.
I opened up the first aid kit but then he stopped.
" I can do it myself."
I ignored him.
I slightly grabbed his collar to open up his buttons. Taking off his shirt, I asked him to lift his hands so I could take off his inner shirt.
He groaned again.
"I'm so sorry." I said.
Looking at his wound, I couldn't help but look at his abs and biceps.
They were just so huge!
Pervert.
Whilst dressing the wound, his eyes kept opening and closing.
Finally, I started stitching it up.
He stayed still like some statue.
"Sorry, I'll be done in a sec."
Once I finished, I packed the things back into the kit and placed it down.
When I turned, I noticed Brandon trying to get up.
"Brandon, you shouldn't be....."
"I can do this on my own."
Okay.
He kept falling from time to time and I had had enough.
"Stop being stubborn."
I placed his arm around my neck and my arm around his waist to aid him.
Even though I was helping him, he was limping.
Once I got him into the bed and adjusted the sheets, I cleaned the blood stains off the floors.
Blood.
Was this how he always returned home?
With a big nasty wound?
I sighed heavily.
I was moving to the couch when I felt an arm on mine.
Not someone, Brandon.
"Brandon, are you okay?"
"Sleep in the bed tonight."
"Brandon, are you s...."
"Please."
Not wanting to disappoint him, I joined him.