She What?

Chapter Twenty Two

Brandon POV:

After seven days my parents got release from the hospital and life started getting back on the normal track again.

The thing that got change in the house after accident is that now we've a maid for 24/7 to help my mom.

My dad had to take another week off from office because doctor has recommended him full bed rest for sometime.

Noah decided to stay for a week as well to take my parents care. My all uncle's and aunt's also decided to come here and pay a visit to my parents with my grandparents.

So all in all it was the stressful weeks of my life. I had to drop twins daily to school and pick them up because my father really couldn't drive at the moment and I'll not let him do that anyways.

Due to the stress of past few weeks I simply forgot that I had a life before the accident happened and I was suppose to decide which college I want to go.

The mail came other day which reminded me that I've not much time to decide where I want to go.

Now the three letters were scattered on my bed, the first one is from NYU, the second one is from California University and the last one was from the Boston college of Business.

These three letters are those which I've picked out of other ten acceptance letters that I had received this month.

Sighing I looked at the NYU letter, they're offering me full scholarship because of my knack in football and the second reason is that I'm a brother of the very famous raising player Noah Edward.

I applied in the California university because that's were some of my best friends have applied.

I don't really know why i applied in the Boston college of business but for whatever reason I did I'm keeping it on the third number of my selection list now.

The knock at the door startled me making me turn back and glance at my bedroom door.

Noah peeked his head inside and said "Can I come in?".

I rolled my eyes at him because he really don't need to ask me when he's already half inside nonetheless I nodded my head.

Entering in my room he closed the door behind him and come to stand near my bed, staring at the letters.

"What are you doing?". He asked looking at the mess I've created on the bed.

"I'm just sorting out my acceptance letter. Due to the busy past few days I forgot that I need to choose where I want to go". I said gazing at him.

"Humm. Well that's totally up to you". He nonchalantly said shrugging his shoulders.

"Can you help me to select which one I should go?".  I asked him hoping that he'll give me a good advice like other times he did.

"I would say NYU is the best option among others. And Boston college of business is excellent choice for business studies but you don't want to go there". He said.

"I don't know where I want to go". I told him sighing in defeat, my mind jumbling with different thoughts.

"Why?". Noah asked me with the raised eyebrows.

"My mind is quite messed up right now". I said.

"Well what do you actually want to do in your life?". Noah asked me with the questioning gaze, waiting for my reply.

"I want to make my parents happy and proud". I said. And I wanted to say like you've made our parents proud but I stayed silent.

At my answer he just rolled his eyes and said "I'm asking you what you're passionate about?".

"I... I'm confuse. What do you think I'm passionate about?". I question him back instead of answering him.

"As long as I remember you loved playing football". He said picking up NYU acceptance letter.

"I do but I don't think it's my passion". I said tardily. Hiding the truth behind my craziness of football. Yes I like playing it and all but that's because I always wanted to be like Noah.

"Wow I thought it was your passion. The way you practiced it I thought you were more crazy about it than me". He said making me remember my assiduous practice of football.

"I thought that too but i don't want to be a football player like you". I told him the half truth behind my words.

The actual reason is this that I love my parents a lot and I don't want to leave them yet. They're so fragile at the moment and this football scholarship will make me busy and I'll not be able to take their proper care. I know Noah wanted to stay here too and at times like this he regret his choice of going to far from home.

"I just loved it as sports but I don't see myself as a professional player". I said which is half truth because I've literally imagined myself as a famous football player someday but now I can't even imagine it without seeing my parents broken and damage faces due to accident.

"Humm then I'll suggest, you do what you think is your passion". He said getting up from the bed.

"What's that supposed to mean?". I asked him in bewilderment.

"You'll know". He said leaving my room.

I glanced at the shut door and sighed. I got up from the bed and pulled my phone out from the bedside drawer where it has been laying dead for a week now.

Putting it on the charge I switched it on and saw messages popping in but one massage made me freeze.

Madeline: Where are you Brandon? I need you.

The simple words, second time in the month turned my world upside down. I checked the date of the message to find that it's one week old.

But the vulnerability was clear in the message making my heart pound in my chest. I was suddenly so worried that few times I'm sure my breathing stopped.

Putting on my white snickers hastily, I ran out of my room to go downstairs.

"Margaret I'm going out to meet my friend". I yelled informing Margaret our new maid where I'm going so when my parents will ask her where I'm? she would inform them about my whereabouts to ease their worry.

Getting in my car I drove to Madeline house in a mad rush. Parking my car I hurriedly stepped out and ran to her door knocking like crazy.

After three minutes a totally strange man emerged out from the house with the angry scowl on his face.

"What's a matter boy?". He asked me in a very angry voice.

I was shocked to see the stranger but the thought crossed my that it must be aunt Emma's new boyfriend.

"Can you please call Madeline". I said.

"No Madeline lives here". The man said and strated shutting the door on my face.

"Call Miss Emma then". I said blocking him from shutting the door.

"Emma?". He questioned me.

"Yes". I said.

"Oh you mean the previous owner of the house?". He said.

"What do you mean by the previous owner of the house?". I asked him scared to hear the answer.

"Well she has sold this place to me and I'm the new owner". The man said.

"She what?". I yelled.

"Are you deaf boy?". He asked me sarcastically making me clench my fist stopping myself from punching him on the face.

"When?". I asked him calmly.

"Last week". He said.

"Do you know where they live now?". I asked him anticipating his answer.

"The went back to Colombia". He said

"Do you have their any contact number?". I asked him.

"Ah yeah but who are you? Why would I give you their number?". He asked me in irritation.

"She's my aunt and I really need her number". I said.

"Sorry but I can't give you that lady's number because I don't know who you are. You could be a creep or psychopath harassing her".He said ready to slam the door shut.

"What the hell ?". I said when I saw him shutting the door.

"Get out of my property boy before I'll call the police". He yelled from the inside of house.

"Fú*k you". I yelled at him walking back to my car.

I was so angry my blood was literally boiling making me slam fist on the wall.

How dare she to leave me without saying anything?

How could she do this with me?

Damn you Madeline! Damn you!

I'm going to find you and when I'll find you. You gonna regret ever leaving me.

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Madeline POV:

It's has been two weeks working as a waitress in this huge resort. The resort is beautiful and huge with thousand of rooms, golf club, five large swimming pools and Cinema.

I'm glad that they appointed me here or I would be still hunting for a job and place to live.

I still remember that horrible night when I found out that Delia have stolen my money and I can't pay for the motel room. But the lady at the reception of motel was nice, she asked me to let her read the note I found in my bag. I handed her that note and after reading it she told me that I could spend a night on one of the room without paying. The next morning I got the call from the resort informing me that I've got the job which explains why I'm here.

My duties are not limited to only serving people food as a waitress. But I have to wash dishes and clean the whole restaurant area with few other girls. I'm not complaining though because I need the job to fend myself and collect enough money to go and get myself enroll in the NYU.

"Your table for today is 15,27,8,19 & 26". The manager said handing me my notebook.

I walked out of the kitchen dressed in maroon color mini skirt which is really short for my taste but compulsory to wear. And I'm wearing the white shirt tugged in my skirt with my name plate attached on the right side of my blouse. The maroon stilettos were clicking on the clean shiny marble with the every step I took towards the table where the customers were waiting for me. My hair's were tied in a sleek back ponytail with the black hairband.

"Hello gentlemen's what would you like to order?". I said catching the eyes of five men's sitting on the table number nineteen.

These group of males has been here from last week, actually one of there friend is getting married and the men's are groomsmen. I know this because I was their server in the bachelor's party they had two days ago.

I saw few men's eyes lingering on my bare legs longer than necessary making me disgust.

It's my second shift of the day. I have assigned for two shifts a day, one in the morning and second in the dinner time and that's give my evenings free, obviously not to roam around and enjoy. At my free time I've to send me to clean empty rooms for new customers.

"I'll have some chicken wings with coke". The boy with shaggy blonde hairs while his eyes were sweeping at my body in quite scandalous manner.

"I'll have some green herb pasta with red wine". Another man ordered.

I continued to take orders from the five men's writing on my notebook everything I went to kitchen to tell the chef to prepare the order. Taking out the wine and the other soft drinks they ordered I went back to the table 19. Putting their soft drinks in front of them I turned to man who have ordered wine and put some on his glass to let him taste it first.

He approved the taste with the nod and I started to pour the wine in his glass when I felt a hand on my thigh moving up on my butt making me jump and spill some wine on the floor. I turned to see the blonde boy grinning at me making me sick and angry.

My face turned red with anger and embarrassment. The others men have noticed what he did but they didn't objected. Finishing pouring the wine into the man's waiting glass; I went back to the kitchen to ask if the orders are done.

"Hey you alright?". The girl asked looking at my angry face.

"The man on table number nineteen is pervert. He touched me". I told the girl who's also my roommate I mean we share a quarter.

"Go complain to the manager". The girl said.

"Right". I nodded my head and went to the manager cabin.

"Hi Mr.Mori's. I want to report a complain about the costumers". I said while he stared at me with raised eyebrows.

" The guy on table nineteen is pervert". I said.

"So?". He said in a bore tone.

"Aren't you going to say anything to them?". I asked him. He kept his mouth shut like I'm silly girl whining without any reason.

"I'm reporting their bad behavior here". I said.

"Let it go if they do anything again tell me. Now leave". He said nonchalantly and dismissing me.

I shut his cabin door and with the angry strides I went back to my work.

After serving those perverts I was called on table 26 and 27 . On table twenty seven a middle aged couple was sitting and on table twenty six a couple was sitting with their daughter.

I went to the table 26 first and asked that couple what they want to order. Their order was small and they were polite. The man looked so much similar like my father with the same color hairs; same hazel eyes like my dad. His complexion was not tan like my father he looks a lot like him.

That for a split of second I prolonged at the thought of him being my father just a older version of him. But I shook my head dismissing it by thinking that's it's just a coincidence that he looks like my father. But still I felt it hard to stop staring at him which his wife and he noticed and I forced myself to avert my eyes with the embarrassment.

Shaking myself I went to table twenty seven and took their orders.

After fifteen minutes I returned to serve them their order. I went to table 26 and served them. Then I made my way to table 27 with their orders with me.

I started serving them and heard the little girl saying "Dad I want to be a pretty waitress like this girl".

I smiled at her she was really cute and small. She was around five years old I guess.

His dad got angry when he heard her and said "My sweet you're the daughter of number one doctor in the world. I would never let you work as a waitress who wear short skirts for good tips. They're usually poor and low class".

The small girl just pouted at her dad's absurd explanation but I felt tears sting in my eyes.

When I was done putting the their order on the table I turned to man and said "Waitress or not.They're still human being and you should respect that".

The man looked angry at what I said and glared at me "I'm going to get you fired. How dare you talk me like this? Do you know who I am".

I stayed silent and he got up from the chair and shouted "Where's the hell is your manager?".

Mr.Moris came out from his cabin and walked where the scene has created.

"What's the matter sir? ". He asked glancing at the arrogant customer.

"She talked back to me. That's what you teach your stuff to disrespect the customers". The man shouted at Mr.Moris face.

"I'm sorry sir. I'll change your server". He tried calming him.

"No! I want her fire right now or I'll sue this place". The man said pulling out his phone to call someone.

Mr.Moris looked at the people who were staring at us curiously waiting for him to make a decision.

He glanced at me and said "Madeline you're fired go back to your quarter".

I was not shocked at his decision he need to save his resorts reputation and they already have bunch of waitresses.

Silently I walked out of the restaurant and started walking where my quarter is located.

During my walk to the quarter I slipped on the pavement injuring my knees badly. I tried getting up but felt the extreme pain in them making me cry.

Silent tears started rolling down from my eyes.

Nothing is going to get better now that I've lost my job and a place to live.

They'll throw me out of the resort soon on the road.

The black stiletto came in my view and I glanced up to see the same restaurant couple standing in front of me. The man who looked so much like my dad was also standing behind the lady.

"What?". I asked them scared.

"What's your full name dear?". The woman asked me in a loving tune.

"Madeline Hamilton". I said.

The last thing I heard the man voice saying "Shit" before I blacked out.

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Published Date:2-04-2017

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