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Sofia P.O.V.

Sitting on the sofa and thinking when Brandon will come has now got on my nerves. It's been three days since that night and Brandon hasn't showed up yet. I tried to call him many times but he didn't pick up any of my call, I really hope he is fine.

Knock! Knock!

I opened the door to welcome Brandon. Not normal Brandon but Brandon with blue swollen eye, red nose, bruised lips and bruised knuckles.

"What happened?" I asked.

"Nothing that should concern you." He said angrily.

"When this is all about my husband who is coming home after three days with all these bruises then yes! It is my concern." I said angrily and went to washroom to take first aid kit.

"Come, sit here!" I ordered angrily.

"Fuck!" He cursed before sitting on the bed.

I started cleaning his knuckles first, "Ahh!" He moaned in pain.

Tears formed in my eyes while cleaning his wound.

"I am sorry! Is it hurting a lot?" I asked.

"No! Hurry up!" He said.

"You know I am not going to ask you that where were you from last three days because I know you'll never answer." I said.

"Stay here! I am going to call room service for some ice." I said and called room service. After sometimes a man came up with some ice wrapped in a towel.

"Here! Hold it over your left eye." I said.

He took it from me but I noticed he cannot hold it properly with his bruised knuckles.

"Leave it! I'll hold it for you." I said and held the towel.

"Why are you helping me?" He asked and I chose not to reply.

"Why are you helping me?" He asked again.

"Because unlike you I have a heart, Brandon. I cannot leave you all alone in this condition." I tried to calm myself.

"You should stop loving me." He stated.

"That's impossible." I said.

"Please?" He pleaded.

"Why do you want me to hate you?" I asked.

"I will hurt you and you know damn well that I will." He said coldly.

"I will never hate you, despite how much you want me to." I said.

"One day I'm gonna hurt you so bad, I promise I will." His words hurts.

"Are you hungry?" I questioned changing the subject.

"No! I just need some rest." He said and laid down on the bed. I silently sat on the sofa and closed the light. From the lamp light I saw Brandon massaging his shoulders.

"Lie down on your stomach." I said. Without arguing he did what I said.

Placing my fingers on his neck I started massaging the part slowly slowly then slide my fingers onto his shoulders and started massaging firmly.

"You still know how to massage, huh?" He asked as he bring back those beautiful memories of mine.

"What are you doing with your shoulders?" Nine year old me asked 16 year old Brandon.

"Its paining,." Brandon replied.

"Do you need a massage?" I asked and he laughed.

"Oh! Princess, those little fingers of yours are for rest not for work. You're a Princess and Princesses doesn't work." He kissed my forehead.

"My fingers are not little. Yours are too big." I argued.

"Mine are normal and do you even know how to massage?" He asked.

"Of course I do! Today my professor told me how to massage." I told him.

"You don't want me to do your massage? I am not really bad, I promise." I said.

"Of course I want." He said and laid down on the sofa.

I sat on his back and started massaging his shoulders.

"Does it feel good?" I asked while massaging.

"Very good!" He said.

"How about we make a deal, Princess?" Brandon asked.

"What deal?" I questioned.

"You'll massage my shoulders every day and in exchange I will buy you chocolates every day. What say?" He said.

"No! How about you buy me chocolates and ice cream every day?" I asked and he laughed.

"Deal, princess!" He said. From that day and onwards I used to massage him everyday until one day he went to england.

"I miss them!" Brandon said bringing me back to present.

"Who?" I asked.

"My parents." He said.

"I don't have anyone apart from Grandpa, Mama and Alex." Me, I wanted so badly to add me.

"Please do not make them hate me." He pleaded before drifting to deep sleep.

Am I nothing to you? Nothing? It hurts because you're my everything. Why am I madly in love with you, Brandon? Why??

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