GET OUT
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CHAPTER FOUR
BRIANNA'S POV
“Come in,” a tiny voice chimed.
I pushed the door and stepped inside.
A beautiful little girl sat on the bed, clutching a teddy bear. Her big eyes and perfect curls made her look so cute. The room seemed to compliment her— it screamed luxury.
“Who are you?” she asked sweetly. I blinked back in surprise, she sounded so cute. Why did she paint her like a witch?
“I’m your new babysitter…” Before I could finish, a glass cup was hurled toward me. I barely dodged in time and it shattered against the wall.
My heart slammed painfully against my ribs.
The sweet expression on her face vanished, replaced by the angry look. “You’re the b***h that made me miss school today!” she yelled. “Do you know what I planned? You made me oversleep! You people are always late!”
“I got caught up…”
“That’s what they all say, excuse. Excuse. Excuse!” she snapped. “I don’t tolerate incompetence.”
"I give three warnings and unfortunately for you you’ve just used one. Get to the third and your sorry fired ass will be thrown out!”
I stood there, stunned.
She took a deep breath and sighed, “I’m letting it go because you’re new,” she continued coolly. “Now go to the garden and trim the flowers. That’s your punishment.”
For a second, rage surged inside me. She was five. Five! And already more terrifying than Becca.
All I wanted to do was walk up to her, grab her by the arm and whoop her rude ass until she learned respect. But I just stood frozen, the lady’s warning echoed in my head.
“Okay,” I said quietly, pushed the door open and walked out. I took in a deep shaky breath to steady myself before I exploded!
Just then I noticed a figure passing by and immediately shoved my anger down and yelled out, “Excuse me, where’s the garden?”
The cook's head snapped up. She offered a smile and replied “Downstairs, left.”
“Thank you,” I mouthed. She nodded and immediately walked off.
I let out a sigh and immediately headed for the garden.
My eyes landed right on the gardener trimming the shrubs, without another thought, I made my way right to him.
“Good morning."
“Morning. The new babysitter?" he asked. I gave a curt nod, trying to push the weary feeling of how he knew I was the babysitter
He smiled and as if reading my mind, he handed me a tool and pointed toward a patch of flowers, “There's where you're meant to trim" I nodded and took the tool.
“And to clear the air, I'm used to Miss Lydia sending the babysitters over" He flashed me a smile and I flashed him one too.
Clearly, I wasn’t the first babysitter punished this way.
I pushed all thoughts aside and began trimming carefully.
Suddenly, my heart started racing, that familiar, cursed rhythm. My hands instantly went sweaty, my grip loosening as I tried to focus, but the tool still slipped off. Before I could steady myself, someone collided lightly with me and immediately that scent hit me.
Draven.
I stepped back quickly and picked up my fallen tool. “Sorry.” I mumbled and immediately went back to trimming.
Silence.
I could feel his gaze burning into my back and I tried to ignore his existence; Ignored the fact my heart wouldn't stop racing.
“Are you following me around?” His voice suddenly rang out.
I froze.
“What?”
“Don’t play dumb. Why are you at the Manor? And in the one place I come to think?”
My blood boiled instantly. Lydia’s tantrum was still fresh in my veins and for some reason he chose this time to annoy me even more. My fists balled, trying to calm my nerves and not lash out at him.
“Not everything is about you,” I replied sharply. “I work here as a babysitter. So technically, I can be anywhere.”
He studied me for a moment. “Does that explain why Becca was bullying you? Last time I checked, you two were inseparable.”
He was right.
Three years ago, Becca and I had been best of friends, before the fire three years ago. Before everything burned.
“It’s none of your business,” I said.
He scoffed, his tone dropping low. “If you want me that badly, just say it, no need to act so weak, or take up a job.”
Slowly, his hand reached out for me. “I feel the mate bond too, and it’s driving me crazy as much as it is you. Just say the word and I'll accept you back.”
I stared at him in disbelief.
Hours ago he ignored me. Three years ago he disappeared when I needed him most and now he stood there talking about the mate bond like it was a gift.
“Respect yourself, Young Alpha.” I slapped his hand away and I watched his jaw tighten at the title.
Three years ago, I called him Raven with that sweet touch and now my voice held nothing but distance.
“What game are you playing?” he demanded. “If this is about three years ago, I still stand by what I said. You shouldn’t have gone back into that fire for someone already burnt to ashes. If I could go back, I’d drag you out again.”
Slap.
My hand connected with his cheek before I could stop myself.
“Get out,” I whispered fiercely, blinking back the tears that were beginning to sting my eyes.
The audacity of him. He caused it, he made Hailey turn into that pile of ash.
“Have you lost your mind?” He growled, grabbing me by the shoulder.
“Yes!” I shouted, tears spilling freely now. “Wouldn’t you? If you lost everything? If you went from wealth to poverty? If you lived every day thinking you killed your sister?”
His grip loosened and slowly his expression softened.
“What happened to you, Brianna?” he asked quietly, wiping my tears.
I shoved his hand away. “Stop pretending you care.”
“I do care. You know that.”
“Then where were you?” I demanded. “Where were you when I needed you three years ago? Why did you disappear?”
He froze as if the words were like shards of glass stabbing at his chest. He stepped back as if I had struck him again with broken glass.
“I can’t tell you,” he said finally, his eyes holding that familiar pity in them.
I laughed bitterly, waving my hand toward th
e exit. “Then get out.”
He stared at me for a moment longer as if wanting to say something and then turned and walked away.
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