Chapter 65 Bronson
She looks different, different than before. Her eyes are still the same blue as mine, as mom’s. Her hair is longer and a shade brighter than the last time I had seen it.
Clara walks in closer, placing her bag down on the entry table located beside the door. Rand nods his head at me from behind her, and when I give him the same gesture back, he leaves.
This isn’t exactly what I thought would happen from the mysterious box I opened not a few hours ago. When I saw all my old items form my childhood, a childhood I thought I burned away, it took me by surprise. I left all of my things with Clara, the one person I thought could never be angry with my decision to take over for my grandfather.
Instead, she was angry, and to top everything off, she sided with my family to disown me.
I had no one, I was truly alone, and she didn’t care.
“You look different.” She states.
“I could say the same about you.” I look over at the bar, watching as the items mock me with their stillness. “Why did you send me those things?”
“I wanted you to have them.”
“Clara, if you are going to stand there and speak in riddles, then you can leave now. I don’t need any of this bullsh*t right now.”
“Is that why you think that I am here? To play with your mind Bronson?”
“Why else would you come and visit me? It’s not like we are close, and if I can remember right, you wanted me out of your life forever.”
“It’s not the way I feel anymore. It’s not the way any of us feel anymore.” I snicker at that and shake my head, then walk inside my kitchen and grab the same bottle of bourbon I had earlier.
Four years. It’s been four years since I have seen my family. Three that I have seen Clara. And not a day goes by that I don’t think about why.
“It’s true Bronson. I know you hate what we have done to you, but I think if you spoke with mom, spoke with dad and Anderson, you would see the regret in their eyes, hear it in their voices.”
“Is that why you’ve practically stalked Nikki? Trapped her in a library and pretended to be her friend, only to follow her here so that you could speak to me.” She has the gall to smile.
“That’s not exactly how it went down. I became friends with her yes, I knew who she was, yes, but I promise you Bronson, the two were not connected in any way. I already knew where you lived, and I never wanted to take your girlfriend for granted.”
“She’s not my girlfriend.” A strange look comes across her face as he looks up and connects with the staircase that took Nikki far away from my family drama. “She’s just a friend. Staying with me for the time being.”
Speaking about Nikki this way is concerning. Especially after the words that I spoke to her just before Clara made her arrival. I meant every word, felt nothing but relief as the weight of being with Cassandra but not loving her, finally left my chest. I was in love with Nikki, and I had every intention of making sure she knew that.
“The way you looked at her, the way you spoke to her, speak about her, I think it’s obvious there is more there than you’re willing to share with me.”
“Could you blame me if I did?” She simply looks down, shame immediately covering her face. “Besides, I have a fiancé.”
“I didn’t know.”
“Why would you?” I ask as I come around the kitchen and watch as the intensity in her eyes intensifies. “Why would I tell any of you that I plan on getting married?”
“Don’t do that Bronson.”
“Do what?”
“Don’t you dare act as if you have no idea why we chose to no longer speak to you. Why we decided to no longer consider you a part of our family. You went behind our backs and destroyed father’s business.”
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