《DELIRIUM》19

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"You need to stop calling me that!"

I was way smarter than to raise my voice at the dangerous murderer in front of me, but clearly, the earlier corrections of my name weren't clear enough.

Brandon lit up with a grin and he laughed out. Of course, this was what he wanted. He wanted to make me frustrated and annoyed to get control over me. I took a deep breath to settle myself and I looked at Brandon who was sitting in front of me.

"I don't believe you,"

I didn't.

I didn't believe him. I knew that he was totally capable of lying because of his abnormal, messed-up persona.

By now, I felt more annoyed with him than I had before. We were not just alone in his room right now. This was no meeting. He had his free time and chose to waste it on me and to make me raise my voice at him out of frustration.

"I never lie. I NEVER EVER lie, Beverly!"

The constant switches from his insolent grin to the dark and intensively scary countenance were making me withdrawn. Now he was the one raising his voice.

His dark voice and patency drove attention to our area and the guards forearmed their intervention.

The many eyes staring at Brandon and me were making me uncomfortable. I descended in the armchair and closed my eyes out of inconvenience.

The last thing I wanted was to make a scene.

I nodded my head at the guards to have them realize that the situation was under control. I felt safe about their sensitivity and quick reactions, but I didn't want them to interfere if it wasn't really necessary.

My heart was racing so fast when I looked at Brandon who was sitting right in front of me with an enraged look on his face. His gaze was as dark as evil, and his sharp eyebrows were creased together which made his face look so extremely horrifying.

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He hydrated his beautiful lips with his tongue and grabbed the bottom lip between his teeth. His knuckles were white, and the veins in his neck were clearer than before. Purple strings, pumping his blood to keep his heart beating.

Once again, I felt the strange combination of horror and attraction.

Those two feelings were not something that was supposed to be connected and it made me so confused.

Brandon grabbed his hands on the armchair and raised.

He was still looking at me with the same furious face.

Because he was standing up, he was now a lot taller and even more terrifying. I swallowed hard while I looked at him with the most enormous eyes. The heart inside of my chest pounded with the rush of dread.

Another move from him, and I would call for the guards.

"I'm done here,"

Brandon looked away from me and began to walk his way.

I exhaled loudly and I turned my head around to watch him leave the big crowded room. Why did he get so mad about that?

There were so many things I didn't know about him, and the last thing I really wanted was to get on his nerves because I knew about the potential consequences. Even if we were always surrounded by the guards, I knew he had his ways of causing damage before they managed to get to him, even if it was just a matter of seconds.

After what Brandon told me about the way he felt for me, I still didn't believe that he would really hurt me. But I could not trust his actions in his anger, and after all, he was still a psycho. My body was just reacting the way it should.

I walked out of the room to catch a break. The way that man took so much energy from me, was really something new.

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I drank a glass of water and smoked a cigarette to settle myself. I knew I had to walk over to his ward to check on him because he was still my patient and my job was to make sure that he was fine.

Even if he didn't want to see me right now, he didn't really have much of a choice.

Way down the dark hallway, I entered the pharmacy to get some anodyne pills for Brandon. He was already under heavy medication, but after a provocative situation like the one earlier, the anodyne was only for the better sake.

If only I could have one myself... Just one.

No.

When I reached the monitored security ward number 5, I closed my eyes for a second and took a deep breath. To handle him, I had to handle myself, that was an unwritten rule.

I set my key in the door and stepped inside the small square area. When the door behind me was closed, I locked up the next one in front of me. I looked down the long, dark hallway of the ward and began to walk past the guards and towards Brandon's door.

One of the broad guards was standing behind me, ready to walk with me into cell number 401. The apprehension crawled inside of me, but I knew that I had to do this. It was my job.

As I carefully opened the heavy iron door, my eyes spotted the familiar creature that sat on the wide window-sill on the other side of the room. He didn't even turn his head around to look who just got inside, he just sat there in silence while he was looking out the grid window.

"What are you doing here?"

His voice was dark but still much calmer than before.

Did he really know it was me, or was he just rudely asking the random entering person?

"I wanted to check how you were doing, Brandon. Since I noticed you got pretty upset out there,"

I used my friendliest voice against him not to show him any sign of fear.

The seconds passed, and he decided to keep quiet. I took a couple of steps further inside the room and sat down on the edge of his bed to try to get his attention.

Still not getting a single reaction, I placed the pills beside him on the window-sill.

"Brandon, I am sorry if I got you upset before. It was not my meaning,"

I swallowed my pride and decided to be the mature one. After all, I was the reason why he raised his voice and walked away, and that was not a part of my job.

Even if our sessions often led to frustration or outrage, it was not the nurses' job to bring up sensitive things on the patients' free days, and at least not in front of others. So even if I thought that Brandon was overreacting before, it was still professionally wrong to trigger him.

Another couple of seconds passed in the silent room before Brandon slowly turned his head in my direction.

His eyes pierced into mine, and compared to earlier, they were now a lot less dark and full of anger. The butterflies in my stomach began to flutter while I looked at him deeply in the silence.

He was so beautiful yet so broken.

He licked his pink lips and leaned his head to the side.

He looked so innocent and shy with that face.

"You're... You're sorry?"

I got a little surprised by his sudden words, but I nodded my head and placed a little smile on my lips.

"I am sorry,"

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