I yawned as I roused awake.
Bree was buzzing like a fucking bee around the room.
"What the hell do you want?" I asked as I groaned into the pillow my head lay on.
"Haven't you been listening?! He's here, Andy. My dad. I can't believe he's here. The guts he has to just waltz in after being missing at our arrival and now, he's just back. Ugh, the nerve of the man! I can't even believe-" she kept on ranting, her words tumbling over each other in a rush.
I stretched my limbs and tried to clear the sleep from my system. I yawned again as I slowly sat up and stared at her as she paced the room still rambling about her father.
I understood what was happening, it was quite simple. She was scared and nervous to see him again and she could only express it through anger.
"Bree" I called out but she didn't answer. It was almost like she didn't hear me.
I sighed sadly. Her dad was a big trauma trigger for her.
I slowly got off the bed and approached her.
"Bree" I said again as I reached her and stilled her movements, forcing her to stop in her tracks with a harsh gasp.
"Breathe" I urged and like an obedient child, she did and let out a shuddery breath.
Her eyes were wet and her bottom lip trembled and it looked like she was about to cry.
"It's okay" I said as I immediately wrapped her in a hug.
She buried her head in my shoulder as she slowly calmed herself. Something tugged in my heart as I rubbed a soothing hand over her back.
"I just… he's really annoying" she murmured into my neck and I nodded.
"He really is," I said and she giggled, before pulling away.
Thankfully, she was not crying. Instead, there was a playful smile on her lips and I forced away the sad smile that was creeping up my face.
She was not okay, I could tell. She was just pretending to be.
"Thank you for listening to my ranting" she said and I waved her off.
"Come on. Let's go say hi" she said and I nodded slowly, still slightly groggy, before suddenly snapping my fingers.
"Right. Just give me a few minutes to freshen up. I feel dirty" I said, knowing it was probably due to the journey.
"Okay, I'll be waiting in my room" she said and I nodded.
It wasn't until she stepped out of my room and the door closed behind her that I realized that I wasn't sure I would remember what room was hers.
I shrugged as I looked at the closed door, before turning around to find my bags.
Once I caught sight of it, I walked towards it and fished out something simple to wear. Black shorts and a pastel blue top. There was a different warmth in the atmosphere compared to back home and at that moment, I was so glad I packed mostly light clothes.
I entered the fully furnished grand bathroom suite and gasped. It was easily the most beautiful bathroom I had even seen. My eyes shone like a leprechaun that had just seen a heap of gold coins.
It almost took physical strength to snap out of my awe and actually take a shower.
Once I was done, I felt refreshed and made my way back into the room to change my clothes and do the needful. My eyes roamed the room in search of a closet door. Once I found it, I dragged my bags to it, opened the door and stepped into another room.
I froze.
It was definitely the closet, giving the tall glass compartments that filled up the room but the grand space made me doubt it.
I sighed. I had no idea what I was expecting after finding out that her dad owned a private jet, but it was finally starting to dawn on me. Bree's father was crazy rich.
I snapped out of it again and carried my bags inside, trying to hurry up and meet Bree. I would arrange my things later.
I heaved a sigh of relief once I was done, checked myself in the mirror above the vanity and once I was sure I was okay, made my way out of my room.
Now, to find Bree's room. I narrowed my eyes as I tried to remember but it proved difficult, because I was way too sleepy when Violet led us to our rooms.
The only thing I knew was that it wasn't too far from my room.
"Hmm" I hummed and after deliberating on whether or not to just knock on the doors and see which one is hers, it finally hit me that I could use my phone and call her. I rolled my eyes at how dumb I must have looked just standing and cocking my head sideways alone in the corridor like a freaking mad woman.
I dialed her number and she picked up almost immediately.
"Ready?" She asked.
"Yeah, I can't remember your room" I said and she giggled.
"That's so you. Hold on, I'm coming" she said and cut the call.
I had barely pulled the phone from my ear when a door opened and my eyes darted to it. Two rooms from mine.
She walked out with a knowing look on her face.
"What?! I was really sleepy!" I protested and she laughed.
I rolled my eyes as she led the way.
"Come on, this way" she said as we walked down the corridor.
Once we got to the top of the stairs, I held her hand, causing her to pause.
"Are you okay?" I asked and she smiled brightly.
"Yeah, I'm good. Thank you" she said and I nodded with a smile of mine.
She wasn't fine but she was going to be. She was the strongest person I knew.
I let go of her hand and we descended the stairs. I couldn't exactly say why but I was quite nervous to meet her father.
When we got downstairs, we caught sight of Violet and I was instantly reminded of the whole weird thing she did earlier and I knew I should probably tell Bree but I decided not to bother her with it.
"Violet!" Bree called out to her and she turned in our direction.
"Where's he?" Bree asked and Violet nodded to the side and Bree's eyes followed it.
"In his study" Violet said and Bree nodded and she continued to lead the way.
"It's been years since I've been here but I still know the building like the back of my hands. It's so crazy. I can't believe I'm back here" she said and I smiled softly.
"I can only imagine how it must feel," I said and she hummed.
Bree grew up here. She was here until she decided to go far away from her father for college. It must be a lot for her, being back here.
Finally, she stopped in front of a door and breathed in before knocking.
"Come in" a deep voice that easily sent chills through my body called out.
She turned the doorknob and opened the door, slowly walking in with me following closely behind her.
He was doing something and he was so focused, he didn't even glance at us. I squinted my eyes at him. Maybe it was just the angle but he looked awfully familiar.
"Father" Bree said, her voice void of emotions as we stared at the man focused on a stack of papers on his table.
His eyes snapped towards us and a smile filled his face.
"Baby girl" he said, his eyes focused on his daughter and that was when it hit me.
Memories from that day filled my head as realization flooded my system.
Dirty blonde hair, blue eyes, and pink lips set against tan skin. Jason.
The man who saved me the night I almost got raped.
Jason was Bree's father?