(4) Words of Silence

Chapter 4 : yup, am screwed

Kevin's POV-

I stand in the Pierce driveway, 20 minutes after Brianne called and yes, am screwed. I don't have balls enough to walk into the house like a man should do rather am standing in the driveway here like a scared cat trying to pick up the remnants of my courage to face the girl I stood up on my wedding. You know am sure she would try to castrate me on the first opportunity she gets.

I mentally berated myself and picked the remnants of my courage and and crossed the porch to open the doors to the massive house. My house was equally big like this one here but this one here had a Victorian charm about it. Particularly saying it was a massive building of Queen Anne Victorian Style and clubbed with the humongous woods surrounding it, it always left me a little intimidated and awestruck at the same time. But now is not the time to think about it. I remind myself that now is to brace what is behind the closed doors and so i twist the door knob to let myself in.

A couple of seconds inside I was hit by a strong stench of alcohol. I around to access my surroundings and yes it was reeking of alcohol and reflected the destruction of a very angry women. The coffee table was smashed in a corner. the books were sprawled across the floor. I groaned Oh god, a very angry Kat is something I don't want. Bracing myself for her wrath I made my way into the house and started looking for Brianne.

Honestly, she was the last person I thought to be checking on Kat, the girls hate each other's guts but am thankful someone was here - it lessen my guilt about my actions for today.

Failing to find Brianne in the western side of the house I decided to stop wasting time and call her. She might as well be needing me at this instant. I called her and she responded after the third ring telling me that she was indeed in the south wing, under the grand staircase.

5 minutes later I saw a very spooked looking Brianne. I made her sit on the nearest chair and have a breather. She took a couple of solid minutes to gain her composure and to talk to me again. With nervous looking face she told me that she heard loud noises from the top floor. Okay, I understand somebody might have broken in into house but she was scared sh!tless. What a chicken.

I supported her for us to walk out of the house and prepared myself to call the cops, precaution it is!