Disclaimer: I don't own any characters on Summerland nor the show itself.
Wow! I feel like it's been forever since I last updated this! I don't know how much more I will be writing on this. This story seems like a real dud. I like my other story so much better and in the place of this one I will probably be making another one. Be looking for it! Anyway, if I can find an ending that could possibly be continued I will. Then I'll leave the decision up to you whether or not I should continue! So here it is!
Chapter 7-Mystery Solved
Bradin was sleeping soundly in his bed when he awoke to screaming in the living room. What a surprise, Bradin thought to himself. Nikki and Derrick would never top fighting in Bradin's mind. Another day like any other. Except…today wasn't like any other, really. Because today was the day when he had to confront Brianna and he wasn't up to the challenge. But he was determined to make everything OK again. This day would have to go smooth if he was going to explain anything to her.
Something inside of him clicked going down the steps. He realized something that couldn't be explained. But he was going to try for Brianna's sake when he got to the hospital. Not even bothering to deal with anything having to do with the house that morning, Bradin slipped out the door quietly, not to be heard.
Walking slowly to the hospital, Bradin thought of Different ways to go about explaining himself. When he was fresh out of ideas, he decided that he was going to play it by ear when the time came. Stuffing his hands in his jean pockets, he quickened the pace to the hospital.
He swung the door open leading to the main hall of the hospital. Brianna was out of intensive care and into a regular room, which made him feel relieved. He walked to the service desk and picked p a pass to the room. Room 123 was written in permanent marker on the back of the yellow colored card. The color meaning that the room was on the third floor.
Bradin pressed the elevator door to go up two stories. A man and woman no more than thirty stepped next to him quietly waiting for the elevator. Noticing the woman's size he could instantly tell she was pregnant.
"Do you know what it's going to be yet?" he asked informally. The lady smiled at the acknowledgement. She gestured forward some. The elevator door opened.
"That's what we're here for," the lady said politely. They stepped inside and the door closed. Telling what floor they were heading to, the woman continued. "I can't wait to see. It's definitely going to be a shock either way."
"What are you doing in this place?" the man chimed in. He saw Bradin's face fall after the question and the man immediately regretted saying anything. But Bradin lifted his head to meet the man's eyes. They were a dark brown color that matched his hair. He was taller than most men. Bradin estimated about 6'2". His wife had a nice body with the exception of the second human growing inside her, making her look very portly. She had very refined hair and a voice like an angel, Bradin though. Her eyes were a beautiful hazel. He couldn't help staring into them.
"My…girlfriend. She was hit head on by a hit-and-run driver. She is in recovery," Bradin explained to the couple. The woman had a tear form in her eye quickly after he said so. Bradin knew that she must be very sensitive.
"Wow, is that something awful. I hope she feels better," the girl said, knowing he was getting off the elevator.
"Thank you. I hope you have a great life with your boy or girl," Bradin waved as he was leaving the shaft. The woman smiled a pleasant smile and hugged her husband as the door closed. Bradin sighed and looked for the room halls.
119, 121, 123. The room stood out. It was the only room with over 10 bouquets of flowers. He walked in slowly, knowing she was going to lift her voice as he progressed. He poked his head through one of the flower arrangements to see her reading a book. Death not be Proud was the title. It was the book he gave her when they first went out. She told him that she would hurt him if he got her jewelry for their first date so he got her a book. She laughed when he gave it to her and kissed him on the cheek, saying it was clever of him.
Meekly, he walked over to her bedside to see her glance. But she didn't say a word. She just pretended to not care and kept reading. He sighed and knew he was in for it. Because he knew that not talking was worse that yelling at him, which made him worry.
"Bri?" he spoke softly. She didn't give any response. "OK I know you don't want to talk to me and I don't blame you for that but I just would like a chance to explain myself," Still nothing. She put her book down and placed it on the stand next to he. Then did Bradin see that she looked so different. He had that feeling again. That incredible feeling and now he knew what it was. She was the girl from his dream.
"My dream," he said softly. Brianna looked so different after the accident. Her face scarred and cut. He hadn't even bothered to think anything of it until now, when he saw her. He wondered in his dream why she looked so sad and lonely. Why she was beaten and torn. But then he wondered how he could possibly dream of her when he didn't even know her at the time. "How?"
"What?" Brianna asked perplexed. "I thought I was the one who got hit?"
"You are the girl," Bradin confused her more. When he saw he tried to explain. "Do you remember that dream I told you about with the girl? It was you, I realize."
"How is that possible?"
"I don't know but it's you. Now that you look like this."
"What is that supposed to mean!?" she asked snubbed.
"Just that you look different," He backed up. "I don't think after I got hit with a car, I'd look so hot either."
"Ah, don't remind me," she said bitterly. "But if you think that I'm going to fall for this bull-shit, you have another thing coming Boyd. I don't intend on forgiving you any time soon," she said pungently. He shrugged.
"I don't ask you to forgive me Nik, I know I did something wrong. But I wanted to tell you I'm really sorry. I know that telling you that the kiss meant nothing is bull to you, but it's true. I didn't pull away because I wanted to see how it would affect me. I was having thoughts about you and me and kissing Isabelle made me believe that I made the right choice. And know I know that she is…just another face in the world. But…you? You mean so much more and you know I think that. I've been thinking…over-analyzing the truth," Bradin had a feeling like the room was collapsing before him as Brianna gazed into his green eyes.
"And that is?" she asked impatiently.
Bradin swallowed his heart at that moment and moved closer to her. Now feeling sick and nauseous he swallowed hard. Gleaming into her soulful eyes he knew that now was the time to tell her the truth. Walking step by step, now against the bed, he grabbed her hand. She felt him shaking shoddily. He opened his mouth to speak.
"Brianna? Your mom is here," bad timing as the nurse came into the room. "Oh…I'm so sorry. I'll tell them you two are finishing your conversation. Continue."
"As you were saying?" Brianna was growing deeply irritated. Bradin tried again.
"The rudeness of that nurse!" Brianna's mom shouted. Bradin sighed. He rolled his eyes, standing. "The courtesy of the people here isn't very tolerable. I should file a complaint!"
"That's OK mom. Really, I told her to tell you to wait a minute in the waiting room. But since you're here now…" Brianna scratched her head, ready to scream. But in decency, she held back the urge.
"Oh…well, if you say so. Hi Bradin. Were you two finished?" Mrs. Sanders asked. Bradin walked over to the door, past the lady.
"Yes mam," Bradin answered politely.
"You are the biggest peach!" she hugged him. "This one is made to be a husband, Bri! Don't loose him!" she said in front of Bradin. He blushed at the thought and made his way out.
"I'll stop by tomorrow and we can…" he coughed. "Talk some more." Bradin had his head popped halfway in the door. She winched.
"I won't be hear tomorrow," she answered quickly. "I'm being released."
"Then can I stop by later on tomorrow?" Bradin insisted.
"Why don't you come by and find out."
Bradin stepped into the beach house unaware of what was going on. He quickly noticed Ava and Simon on the floor groping each other. He glared disgusted, knowing that someday Simon would be his uncle. He didn't really care that much because he knew Simon and his aunt were really happy. And Simon wasn't that bad of a guy anyway; not really.
Bradin tried to walk past without them noticing, but it failed. Ava looked up, a little shocked and embarrassed. She wiped her lips. She looked at Simon and asked him something silently. He shook his head, signaling 'yes'.
"Bradin?" Ava tried to get his attention. "How is Brianna?"
Bradin turned and looked at the couple on the floor. They didn't even bother to get up. He sighed. "She OK. She's being released tomorrow."
"Well that's great sweetie! But you don't look too happy about it. Why?" she asked concerned. Bradin wanted to ask a few questions too, but he didn't want to sound rude so he let it go.
"Nothing. She's talking to me," bad move for Bradin. He knew quick straight that he shouldn't have done that. Now she was going to be down his throat. Ava got off of Simon and walked towards Bradin, grabbing his hand. She started dragging him of to his room. He knew what that meant.
"I'll be back soon babe. I have to go check on the school," Simon took a hint. Bradin sort of wished he would've stayed. Just for no reason he wished Simon would've stayed because Bradin knew it was going to get bad. He had a gut feeling.
"Are you going to tell me what that meant?" Ava asked concerned. "Why wouldn't she talk to you? What did you do?" Bradin felt tears growing in his eyes.
"It's my fault!" Bradin shouted. He backed away from her. A tear slipped down his cheek. He didn't care if he told her now. It didn't matter. She was going to find out anyway.
"How could it possibly be your fault Bradin? Someone hit her in a car. That in no way could be your fault," Ava tried to console him but he was crying more now and she couldn't think of anything else to say.
"But if it wasn't for me she wouldn't have been in the middle of the road. Aunt Ava, I pushed her into the middle of the road," Bradin wiped away more tears. Ava was be-founded. She breathed deep before speaking again.
"Why would you do that? How did you do that? You didn't literally push her in front of that car did you?" Ava tried to be rational but was getting nervous.
"No, I…" he paused. "I kissed a girl and she saw. We started talking and ended outside the building. I kissed her and then she ran into the middle of the road. The next thing that happened…I'm so stupid! What was I thinking?" he screamed at himself. He started walking away but Ava grabbed him by the arm, bringing him back to where he was.
"Bradin, you may have made a mistake. One that was wrong, but that has nothing to do with what happened to her that day. Someone with cruel intentions hit her. You are not one of those people. You have to…" she was interrupted by him.
"I don't care! It was my fault no matter what kind of person I am! Just go back to Simon! And when were you planning on telling me you two were engaged? Nice ring by the way!" Bradin screamed and slammed his door In Ava's face. She let a disappointed sigh out and walked down the stairs. Bradin picked up a picture of him and Brianna up off his desk and walked over to his bed. Sitting down, he swiped his hand across her face.
"I am so sorry Nicole," Bradin said to the picture. "But I know what I can do to make it up to you. I have to tell you the truth."
Bradin walked along the beach as the sun set. He had so many things to consider before he told Brianna what had to be said. He paused to feel the breeze. Somehow anytime he felt the wind the world disappeared behind him and he thought of wonderful thoughts. This time Brianna came into his mind.
Telling Brianna the truth was the only thing on his mind and he hoped and prayed that they would be closer after. Bradin remembered himself asking his dad how he and mom ended up so close. Of course they were together since the Stone Age, hypothetically speaking and Bradin often wondered how they lasted so long. When he confronted his dad on it the answer was one of many helpful tips from his father.
'Bradin, me and your mom went through great problems but each time we did, that's when I became most determined to win her back. When you get old enough to find someone so special to you that you know can possibly be every meaning in the book to you, don't let her go at any costs. I don't care what the cost, be as romantic as possible.' Bradin then had an idea strike him. He knew it has corny, but his words from his father weren't going to go to waste.
Everything was set. The only ingredient now was Brianna. Bradin had called her, saying to wear something fancy, but not over the top. He himself had put on a blue-striped button down shirt and black pants just to make himself look presentable. Now he saw everything in the movies but wanted this to be different. Somehow he found that unlikely. But still the same he wanted to show her how much she meant and this seamed as good as any.
He walked to her house at a pretty fast pace. He was still blaming himself for what happened but he also knew Ava was half right. He wasn't the driver of that car. Thank god, he thought. I would never want to be that ass. He stepped to the front door and knocked three times.
Mrs. Sanders opened the door with a smile. She greeted him with warmth. She sat him down on the couch. "Bradin, did Bri tell you that they found the hit-and-run driver last night?" she asked politely.
Bradin was relieved. He had hoped that they would find him soon. "Wow, that's amazing. How did they find him?"
"Well the police officer had found a student who had come in late and luckily saw the accident, seeing the license plate as the guy drove away," the mother said. "I think when I saw the kid, I gave him a hug bigger than a snake would rapping his prey. A boy named…Lucas?" Good old Lucas. Bradin smirked. That kid had heart.
"I'll be sure to tell him that he is amazingly good with timing," they both laughed. They heard footsteps on the stairway. He turned over on the couch to see Brianna coming down. He shivered. She was amazingly beautiful with the exception of the white cast on her arm. She was wearing a glittery dark blue dress that slunk down below her feet. Her hair was tied up in a loose bun with a few strands hanging down. Bradin thought she descended from heaven at that moment. Evidentially she missed the memo of overdressing, Bradin assumed.
"I thought I heard you down here," Brianna smiled. Bradin removed himself from the couch and stood to meet the beautiful girl. "Thank you for calling me."
"Ready to go?" Bradin asked. He took a blindfold out of his pocket and rapped it around her head. She sighed.
"Oh no," she was worried. "You better not be dropping me off some cliff somewhere Bradin Boyd Westerly. I've been through enough drama." Bradin smiled.
"No," he said simply. Mrs. Sanders smiled cheerfully.
"Oh do you ever remind me of an angel!" Mrs. Sanders said happily to Bradin. She led them to the door. "Have fun and no curfew. Take this and do something nice for tomorrow too." she handed Bradin a $100 dollar bill. His eyes widened and he shook his hand.
"I couldn't possibly mam," Bradin said innocently. She shook her head.
"That is why I'm giving it to you. You are making my daughter happy right now and I am going to be getting a lot of money off my law suit anyway so you better take this money," she said persistently. She shoved it into his free hand while his other hand was intertwined with Brianna's.
"Um…is anyone remembering me here. Hello…blindfolded," Brianna said impatiently. Bradin winched and followed her lead outside. Waving good-bye to Mrs. Sanders, they left the house. Brianna followed Bradin's steps' cautiously, trying not to trip.
Brianna noticed she was on rocks and kept getting her heels stuck inside them, Bradin having to get them out every five seconds. When Bradin finally got to their destination he stopped her and sat her on a big rock that was surrounded by water.
"I suppose you were serious when you said not to overdress right?" she joked. He nodded but didn't speak. He grabbed the back of the blindfold and pulled. She opened her eyes to a beautiful surrounding. Her mouth drew agape as she looked around be founded. The beach was set up with a circle of torches. Inside the ring of torches was the rock and a blanket overtop of it. Small laces hung from lines Bradin rapped around dug poles.
"You did all of this…why?" she asked. She felt tears growing in her eyes.
"To make you believe me when I say I am so sorry. I never meant to hurt you," Bradin helped her climb on the rock before continuing. Once she was placed he hopped up with her. "I want to know something though. Why did you give me another chance? Why did you talk to me when I didn't deserve even a glance my way?"
"Because that's impossible. I can't not talk to you. I take one look into your eyes and I feel like I'm floating in the clouds. Because…"
"I love you," Bradin interrupted her thoughts at that moment. She froze to the point where she couldn't speak. He grabbed her chin and pressed his lips to hers. He kissed her passionately. They sat there making out for more than 10 minutes before breaking apart for air. She stared at him, looking into his sea-foam green eyes. He had compassion and allure that made Brianna want to melt.
"I…love you too."
Well, I can add a lot more to this but I want to know if I should end it or not. Geese! I read the whole story today during my session of typing and I thought it was really bad now that I'm looking back on it. But I'm leaving it up to you if I should continue. Anyone who should read this now; it's important to me now more than ever to review and tell me what you think. And if you do think I should continue, please tell me any suggestions you might have. I'm fresh out. Thanks to everyone who ever reviewed. Your thoughts were important to me. Hopefully I can continue to get these reviews if I'm lucky. I will post another chapter after this stating whether I am going to continue this. I love you all!
Jesse Lover