Alas, heâs my brother. I canât kick his *ss however I want. Brian held his frustration back and took the call. He roared, âThis better be important, or I will kick your *ss. I donât even care if youâre my brother!â
Eugene didnât even realize he had interrupted Brianâs sleep. All he wanted to know was what had happened to Olivia. All of Brianâs complaints fell on deaf ears as Eugene barely paid attention to what he was saying. âWhat did you say?â
Brian held his fury back and asked, âWhy did you call?â Eugene snapped out of it and answered, âJust wanna say that if Olivia comes back, call me.â âOlivia?â A frown creased Brianâs forehead. âWhere did she go this time?â
âNambahd.â âWhat? When did that happen?â Eugene had no answer for that. Oh, I forgot to ask. âDidnât ask. We didnât even talk much. You guys donât know she came to Nambahd either?â âYeah, she didnât mention going there.â
Iâm pretty sure she had told North about this, though.â Brianâs drowsiness dissipated a little as the topic of the conversation caught his interest. âWhat happened? Did you guys fight?â âNo. We barely even talk, let alone fight.â
âSo, why did she come back alone?â
âSheâs not alone. Sheâs with Jewel.â âSame difference. They went to Nambahd to look for you, and now, they left you there alone.
You think thatâs normal?â
âI know itâs not. Thatâs why Iâm calling you. Stay in touch. I wanna know the latest news.â âYou could have just, I donât know, scheduled a flight back here?â
âI canât go back right now.â
âWhat happened?â A sigh of resignation escaped Eugeneâs lips. âItâs complicated. I canât leave. Just tell me once she gets back.
Thatâs all I need.â
âHey, wait!â Brian stopped him. âYou wonât call me again, will you?â
âI might.â âEugene!â Brian was miffed. âIâm going to ignore you if you call me one more time. I havenât been sleeping well lately, and you just called me four times. Youâre going to give me a heart attack.â
âIf I canât call you, who else can I call?â
âYour son.â
âHe has school tomorrow.â âAnd I have work. Dammit, Eugene. You donât want to disturb your son, so you come to me instead.
And now, you expect me to help you out? As if, Brian grumbled and hung up. He then plopped back down onto his pillow, but he was still worried. I should probably switch my phone off. I donât want him to call me again.
He reached out for his phone and was about to turn it off when a text came in. âGood morning. Did you sleep well?â
He looked at the time. Goddammit, itâs already morning. I didnât even sleep a wink. He noticed who the sender was, and his lips twitched. Itâs that girl again. God, sheâs persistent. She kept texting him every day. Not every text was a good morning or good night, however. Sometimes it would be a photo, sometimes it would be a status, and sometimes it would be some interesting stories. It almost felt like he was her wall where she could post her status.
Nah. If it were a real social media wall, sheâd have gotten reactions and comments, but sheâd receive nothing but radio silence from me.