Whisper Back Youlr Love Chapt 3: Discoveries

Whisper Back Youlr Love Chapt 3: Discoveries

That was one hell of a party. Don’t you think?"

"Yeah, but do you believe that note? What do you make of it?"

"Lindsay. I wouldn’t have believed it if I hadn’t seen it with my own eyes.

"It was a great party, though. Right? I mean - up until the end."

"Yeah. I guess. Do you think anyone noticed?"

"What? That you were in a bar and didn’t get drunk?"

"Yeah. Mel, I want to tell everyone but I know how you want to make it through your first trimester before we tell anyone. But won’t they be surprised when we tell them that we’re having another baby?"

"Yeah. I know Deb is going to smother me when she finds out that her Little Mikey is going to be a dad. Hey. What’s that?

Lindsay looked at the little book that sat neatly on the dining room table.

"Has someone been in here, Lindsay? I didn’t see that the alarmed tripped.

"Who else has a key?"

"I gave Justin and Brian a key."

"What?"

"In case…. I don’t know – just in case Brian took us up on one of those times to stay with Gus."

"Yeah. Right. Maybe, if nothing came up."

"Melanie. Enough!"

"After what you just saw there’s no way that you can’t see what I see in Brian."

"Okay. The suspense is killing me. What is it?"

"It’s a bank book, Melanie."

"Whose bank book?"

"It’s an account set up in my name as well as Brian’s. There’s a note."

"What does it say?"

‘For Gus.’ Melanie looked over Lindsay’s shoulder and felt light-headed when she looked at the amount of money in the account.

"Melanie. What do you think this means?"

"Son of a bitch!"

Claire was pissed. It had been forever since they pushed her out of Brian’s room. It was early morning, six maybe seven. He needed her. She knew he was scared and truth be told she was scared too. She never thought that she’d be here like this. It made her wonder exactly when and how she came to be here in the first place:

"Claire was furious when she entered Brian’s loft. He thought he was so clever. She told him that if he didn’t deal with their mother then she would give her to him full-time. And what does he do? He lets her see him fucking Justin. Oh, he thinks he’s clever. Now she wants nothing to do with him and I’ve gotta be stuck with her forever…Hell no!
Claire slides back the door to the loft and using all her weight she pushes it hard on its’ tracks to make sure it slams! She wants her little brother to see how pissed she is and she is pissed. First thing that she finds odd about being in the loft is that it’s completely dark except for one spotlight. She expected the blue lights to be on over the bed and that she would catch her brother in mid-fuck but nope, even those lights were off. There was a small lamp on by the white couch but it was empty. There was a small blanket on it like someone had been lying there. That made a cold chill run through her veins. Brian! She could’ve sworn she heard something. Brian! She realized then that she was still pretty much frozen in the doorway. She ran around the corner and tripped over something. But what the fuck was it?

She looked down and it was Brian. He was completely naked, lying in the middle of his living room floor.

"Brian. What are you on?"

" Wha…Juss…you were with your motha…sleep now."

" Brian wake up! Look at me. Do you see me? Who am I? What did you take?

" I didn’t take nothi…" and then he began to cough. Coughs that shook his whole body and then she saw it - the blood. He coughed up blood.

"Brian! Brian!" He had lost consciousness.

Claire was brought back to reality by the doctor approaching her.

"Dr Stevens. Is he all right?"

"Yes, he’s fine. Apparently he’s allergic to the medication that we gave him to remove the drugs from his system. So he asked to be taken off them.

"Is that a good idea?"

"Well. We were going to do the chemical detox to quickly remove all the drugs from his system before the procedure. Are you sure this is the safest place for Mr Kinney? We’re a rehab facility not a hospital."

"You listen to me. He is not ready for the hospital. This is a rehab facility.

"It’s practically a hospital and because of him you are in business. So you are going to help him. Now tell me what just happened and what I can expect."

"Well. He went into a seizure because of an allergic reaction to the medication but now he’s going "cold turkey" so his withdrawals are going to be far worse and that’s why we ask that you stay in another room and not in the room with him. That’s why we’ve restrained him to the bed."

"What?"

"Ms. Kinney. Mrs Anders is my name. Ms Kinney. Your brother will turn on you once he can’t get a drink or something to snort up his noise and we don’t want him to turn violent against you. He’s sick. You know that."

"He barely made it here. I had to sedate him in the car. He gets panicky around hospitals and I will not leave him alone!"

Claire went around the corner and entered Brian’s room. He was sweating badly and trying to speak but all he could do was whisper.

"Get me out of these, Claire! You sick fucks!" Claire removed the restraints that bound Brian’s wrists and ankles. She whispered soothing words to him and he instantly calmed down. He closed his eyes and just from the touch of him she knew he was all right - at least for now. God! This was only day one. Justin had to find them. He needed to find them fast.

"Why aren’t you saying anything?"

"I’m thinking. This is how I think."

"Where’d you get this truck from? And why didn’t you just drive the jeep."

A - this is Daphne’s father’s jeep. All I had to do was ask and the keys were in my hands in minutes. Cynthia would have recognized the jeep. Everyone knows Brian’s jeep. We can’t follow someone if they know you’re following them."

"And B?"

"B?"

"You said A. That’s usually followed by a B?"

"Oh. And B. Don’t worry about this. I know what I’m doing. I used to follow Brian around all the time."

"Yeah. Until you got bored and moved on to the fiddler fuck."

"Michael!"

"What? Are we just supposed to pretend that you didn’t do that? That I didn’t see you practically swallowing his tongue."

"We’re supposed to forget about all of that and try to figure out what’s wrong with Brian? That’s my main concern now. So if you don’t want to be shoved into the traffic you will shut your whiney trap, because I didn’t do anything to you. I did it to Brian. That’s a discussion that he and I will have so it’s none of your fucking business."

"Fine."

"Jesus. What time is it?"

"It’s about 9:30."

"How long do you think she’s going to stay in there?"

"I don’t know but it’s making me nervous, just sitting here."

"Are you serious?" Gardner asked.

"Yes. I’m serious, and if you don’t agree then he will have you prosecuted."

"What do you know about advertising?"

"I know just as much as Brian. He and I went to College together. I have a Marketing Degree."

"I choose to be his assistant because he believes in me and until he’s better I will be taking over his accounts."

"So, is he really?"

"I mean, did he go to ‘Happy Springs’?"

"Yes. They’re helping him get the drugs out of his system so at least the withdrawal won’t be a problem with his recovery. I couldn’t believe it. First of all that he would tell me and secondly that, well he was going to do something about it. Brian’s life has changed a lot lately. I think that he’s finally decided that he has something to live for. I had better go. He is probably wondering where I am."

"Tell him. Tell him not to worry about his job, Cynthia. It’s waiting for him when he returns."

"I’m sure he’ll appreciate that, Gardner. I had better go."

Cancer. It was easy for Brian to say it in his mind because he couldn’t say it out loud. He literally couldn’t say it out loud. That’s what it was - cancer of the mouth. Throat Cancer. It’s the kind of Cancer that normally people in their fifties contract. The number one cause of it is excessive drinking and smoking. He had been smoking since he was fourteen and drinking since, well he couldn’t remember the first time he had taken a drink and now he had this thing on his vocal chords. They caught it in time, they say. They don’t have to remove the windpipe, they say. You won’t have a permanent stoma. God! Just the thought of a hideous hole in my throat and having to talk through one of those electronic voice boxes make me want to vomit. No. None of that. They remove my left vocal chord and replace it with an artificial one. Then I’ll have to learn to talk again, if I can even speak when this is over. I did the right thing. Justin doesn’t need me. No one needs me.