Brenna
Three Weeks later…
“I think, I'll manage now.” I said the words that I had said every single day since I had come back home from the warehouse turned hospital.
When I had arrived first I wasn’t sure where I should go. So I had asked Brandon who was holding me in his arms to take me to a guest room. But, not even half an hour passed before a very drunk Maddox with his shirt halfway unbuttoned, eyes red, had stumbled inside the guest room.
And, even though I had doubted his ability as he had picked me up from the bed, he had managed to safely bring me back to his own room, to his own bed. And, that was without saying a single word.
After that we had co-existed. He had taken care of me like he always did. Bringing me breakfast, lunch and dinner, helping me to wash myself and giv
