Shattered Bonds: Secrets and Lies

Chapter 5 : We can try to fix it

"You can't give up on us just like that, Dave! You can't." The way her tears just flowed down her face made Daven feel sorry for what he was putting her through. But still, he couldn't force himself to love her. Love was supposed to be something that came from within one's heart. Forcing himself would only hurt both of them.

Daven had been hearing her call him "Dave" ever since she arrived and thought maybe it was just a nickname she had given him.

"I'm sorry, but you just have to accept it... And by the way, my name is Daven, not Dave."

Brittney was getting very confused with everything about him. Didn't he tell her that his name was Dave Heath? And now he said it was Daven? What was going on?

Seeing that she wasn't responding, he got up from his seat, ready to leave.

"Take care."

When he was about to open the door, Brittney stopped him with her words.

"Where are you going to go? I'm sure you don't know this city or remember it."

Daven was caught off guard. That's right, where was he going? He knew nothing about where he was.

"Uhm... err... I'll figure it out when I'm out there."

"Just come home with me to properly say goodbye. And I'm sure you're hungry. Don't you want to take a bite before you leave?" She revealed a bitter smile.

Hearing her mention food, he was left with no chance to refuse.

"Alright, a bite won't hurt."

Before they left the hospital, the doctor gave them a prescription for Daven's medication, which Daven thought was a bit too much, as there was a list of different types and sizes.

Brittney stopped a cab, and they both got in. On their way home, no one spoke to each other. Only Brittney kept glancing at Daven from time to time.

While the view was nice, Daven couldn't enjoy the ride as his mind was occupied with thoughts. What would he do now in this unfamiliar city with no family members? But the real question was, where would he even begin?

Fifteen minutes later, the car slowly stopped next to a house. The outside of it wasn't that bad, as he had expected. In fact, it was beautiful and clean.

"We are here." She opened her door and paid their fare.

When Daven got outside, he breathed in slowly with his eyes closed. The air was fresh and a bit unfamiliar to him.

By the doorstep, Brittney struggled to find her keys in her bag and immediately began to panic, looking for them with a worried expression.

Meanwhile, Daven was wandering his eyes around him. He secretly admired the neatness around the yard, especially in the garden. Looks like he had misjudged her.

Brittney was going to lose her mind any minute if she didn't find her keys.

"Where did I put the damn keys!"

"Your pockets?" Daven guessed casually, not actually knowing that Brittney's dress had pockets.

Remembering that her dress had pockets, she quickly pushed her hand inside and took it out empty. She then did the same with the other one. Immediately, she felt her keys and took them out.

"Aha!! There they are."

She quickly unlocked the door with relief and entered. As soon as Daven came in, he was mesmerised by the inside of the house. It only had simple designs but was filled with creativity. Turns out that he had really misjudged her.

"Make yourself feel at home. I'm going upstairs to change," she said, throwing her bag onto a nearby couch.

"Free advice... don't ever wear that dress again. It looks ugly on you."

His straightforward words made Brittney freeze and blush with embarrassment.

Thinking of what had happened earlier when she got a call from the doctor, she immediately ran upstairs to her room with red cheeks.

When she got to her room, she quickly went to the mirror to see how ugly she looked in the dress.

"Mhm... I guess he was right."

Earlier, when Brittney received a call from the hospital, she had been taking a shower, preparing for her night shift. Ending the call in a rush, she quickly got out of the shower, panicking, and picked whatever she saw first to wear. She didn't pay attention to what it was or how it looked. She was in such a rush that she didn't even think about how she looked. With her hair still wet, she just tied it anyhow, put on her shoes, and ran out of the front door.

The dress she was wearing belonged to her mother and wasn't that bad, but it just didn't suit her.

Downstairs, Daven just sat there in his own house like a visitor. He tried to look around for pictures but could only see paintings. He felt very bored just sitting there and doing nothing.

His eyes suddenly stopped and stared at the door not far from his left. Fast as lightning, curiosity stirred within him. It was just a normal door with simple decorations, but an unknown feeling aroused his curiosity to look inside. The next minute, he found himself already inside.

Turns out that it was just a study room.

Was this his?

He slowly walked to the neat, tidy desk where there was a computer. Behind it was a picture frame which he hadn't noticed, along with a newspaper. His eyes stared at the two items back and forth, not knowing which one to look at first.

He made up his mind a moment later, grabbed the newspaper, and started reading it. His eyes widened in shock when he got to the second page, which was related to the "Quinn Family." With a frown, he angrily threw the newspaper to the ground.

"Just because I'm gone doesn't mean you should behave anyhow you like."

Before he could switch on the computer, his eyes subconsciously caught sight of a marriage certificate hanging on the wall.

His poker face suddenly revealed his shock when he read it.