Chapter 4

Blake Michealson's Pov

Dad's awake.

- James

The moment I read the text I threw my phone to the floor with a loud thump, not bothering that if I broke it. The old man survived. I know I should be happy but I'm not. I'm furious.

Slamming my fist to a nearby wall to release my frustration I yelled."Fuck!"

"Sir I –"

"What!" I turned around and roared at my assistant.

She immediately steps a few steps back, shock by my sudden outburst. "I'm sorry. What did you want to tell me?" I sat back down on my office chair and rubbed my temple.

She took a few cautious steps to the front of my table and placed a few files on it. " I have a call on the phone for you, it's Mr. Evans."

I looked up from my desk, my hands still on my temples. "Mr. Evans? Why is he calling? I thought that he said he was not interested to work with us."

"I don't know sir. Maybe you can ask him yourself." She handed me a phone with shaky hands.

I took the phone from her, nodding with my head for her to leave the room. Faking the most pleasant tone I can I accepted the call. "Mr. Evans it's a pleasure hearing from you. Is there anything I can help you with?"

"Blake." He acknowledges. "I remembered that Michealson Corp was wanted to work with my company to sell your products. After giving a thought about it I decided that I might be interested to work with you after all."

I raised my eyebrows. Mr. Evans is a known cunning man in the business world there's always something that he wants in return before he agrees to something. "That's great news, Mr. Evans! Should I meet up with you to discuss the details?"

"Actually I am calling you to invite you to a small group party that I would be having at a bar. I would love it if you could attend. We can discuss the details there." He offered.

"I would be more than happy to attend it."

"Good. I'll ask my assistant to text you the details soon." He hung up.

I stood up from my chair to retrieve my phone from the floor, a big crack on the screen. Useless phone. Scrolling through my contacts I decided to call Nicholas, I need to know something.

"It's me. I need you to tell me about what do you know about Peter Evans."

Turns out that I underestimated Mr. Evans. Based on what Nicholas said he is a known womanizer with a wife oblivious to his actions. He doesn't usually invite business partners out to the bar unless he has his hidden agenda. Normally it only takes a good looking girl that wouldn't mind to pay attention to him and accompany him and that's all it takes for him to agree to whatever request, especially when he has alcohol in his system.

After a quick mental calculation, working with Mr. Evans may help with our shareholdings and increase our profits in the future but we could easily manage without him too. There are other companies looking to work with us and although the Evans may have more money in the short run, they don't really have the good press that we need to maintain our company name. There are the benefits and there's the risk. The question running through my head right now is should we take it?

Going through my mind I can easily find a girl that would be willing to follow me and accompany Mr. Evans but she needs to be very good looking which is a slight problem. I was about to throw my phone out of frustration again when it suddenly vibrated showing a text message.

Meet me at the hospital. I have something important to announce.

- The Old Man

Something important? What could possibly be so important that he needs to meet me and announce it? The man just woke up from a coma. When will he ever learn to take a rest? Couldn't he just let go for once? If he doesn't want to die then he could at least learn that his life may be shorter than he thinks and retires, leaving the company for us to run it. Well leave the company for me to run it to be specific.

On my way Sir.

I took my suit jacket off of the chair, car keys and made my way to my Ashton Martin, roaring off to the hospital. Let's hope that whatever he wants to say is worth my time. I still need to hunt for a pretty looking girl to bring to the meeting tonight.

James, Nicholas, Maya and Shawn are already there in the room when I arrived. The situation looks serious, the old man is propped up on his bed, his bed set to let him be upright, Maya was by his side holding his hand, Nicholas leaning casually against the wall, Shawn standing by my father's side and James seating at one of the chairs.

"Dad it's good to see that you're awake. I'm sorry I couldn't come earlier I was busy at the company." I said as I stood in front of him to apologize.

"It's okay I understand how much the company means to you Blake. I must say that you have done a good job maintaining the company while I'm gone." He smiled and nodded approvingly.

Did that concussion knock the sense off the old man's head? His smiling at me? And did he just praise me? The last time I remembered that he praised me was well...never. Even when I was 6 and I spent almost 3 weeks practicing on the piano on a song that I knew he liked just to please him, in return all I got was that he scolded me for wasting my time and that I should do something more important instead.

I shake the sad thought off of my head, I don't have the time and energy to dwell on bad memories now. I need to be smart and separate all of my emotions. The old man motioned for all of us to take a sit around him, and I took the seat directly in front of him.

"I heard that Maya has been planning for a birthday party this Sunday." He started. Yes the party where all four of us agreed to throw to 'celebrate' his recovery. Well let's hope that he gets the memo that it is time for him to step down and hand the company over to us. Isn't one near death experience enough?

"Yes Daddy! I already have all the details sorted out. The party is VIP invite only and I even manage to get Maroon 5 to perform. Don't worry it's only a small party."She gushed. I scoffed. Small party? There has got to be at least 500 people on her invite list and she calls that short?

The old man held his hand out to stop Maya from talking. Looks like the concussion didn't knock everything out of his head. His still the cold and harsh father I know. I'm not even sure if his considered as my father. Would a father send his son to death? I don't think so.

"No party at all Maya. I agreed to your birthday party idea but I want this event to be family only. I want all four of you to be there and only all four of you. No other guests. No band. Just family." He stressed.

We look at each other in unison. Family? Since when does he care about family?

"After this accident, I find that my life may be shorter than I think. It is best that I arrange everything in place to make sure that even if I'm gone, somebody would be able to run the company and all my wealth would be put to good use." He continued seriously.

All of our eyes widen in shock including James. I even have to pinch myself in the leg to see if I'm dreaming. The old man just admitted that his going to retire and hand the company to one of us? Maybe saving him from that accident wasn't so bad after all. At least he knows that it is about god damn time that we should take over. And now after his short break from the company he saw and even praised how well I ran it, I think it is safe to say that the company belongs to me now.

"I have decided that I will announce who will be inheriting my company and wealth during my birthday celebration. And I want all of you to be there to witness it." He instructs. All of us nodding our head, unable to comprehend what is happening now. "Shawn will have all the necessary documents sorted out and whatever I announce on this Sunday will be final. Are we clear?"

"Yes Sir." We all answered again together.

"And if there is nothing else. All of you may go and resume your more important activities." He jabbed. Is he trying to tell us that whatever we are doing is more important than him? Isn't he the one that taught us that money is more important than anything else. I didn't really understand that but he made it extremely clear when he decided to leave me. Money above all.

"I'll be going back to the company now dad. I have a few things to sort out." I said before I left. "Take care of yourself," I added on. Wouldn't want him to die before he announces my role in the company officially.

The rest of them bid their goodbyes before joining me outside of the waiting room. "So do you really think that he thinks it's time to retire? He is only just 55. Don't you think that's still young to retire?" James asked.

"Maybe that accident and concussion knocked some sense into him and he sees that his time is running out. Is that even important? What's important is that who he would be leaving the company too." I smirked while I looked at Nicholas.

"I'm sure father would make a sensible and logical choice. Wouldn't want the company to fall in your reign, Blake." He retorted smugly.

"I guess we'll see won't we Nic. But in the meantime, game on." I held my hand out for him to shake.

"Game on brother." He took it without hesitation.

"When would you boys ever grow up? What's the point of fighting for the company when you can fight over his money instead?" Maya said disbelievingly even laughing.

"Sister. I think that by running a company you would be able to make more money. The old man is cheap. Do you really think that he is going to give that much money to any of us?" I laughed.

"He would. He gave me everything I asked for. Plus he did give me an unlimited credit card."

"Then what happened to him when I was kidnaped!" I roared at her. "He didn't even want to pay a single penny for me." I gritted my teeth before I stormed off.

I was halfway done the corridor when out of nowhere a girl bumped straight into me, knocking whatever contents she had on a tray to the floor. "Watch where you're going." I growled.

"I'm sorry" she said quietly before gathering up her things on the floor and quickly getting away.

"Well it isn't the famous Blake Michealson." A voiced said behind me. "Not only can you give up on your father's life, threaten a girl, you are also obnoxiously rude."

I'm already in a very bad mood when I turned to look at the source of the voice. "Shut up." Then I realized it was her, the girl who was there that day to help save the old man.

"You. What are you doing here?"

She rolled her eyes, turning to walk the other direction. "I work here."

"Who do you think you are talking to me like that!" I yelled down the hall.

"Nobody that you should be concern about!"

That girl really gets on my nerves and today I am determined to find out who she is. "Hey who is that girl over there who just talked to me?" I stopped the nearest girl I could find and questioned her.

"Her? She's Brooklyn Grayson, one of the best students here. She's got a full scholarship from Columbia and I heard she managed to save a rich man life yesterday from his cruel family." She smiled at me before continuing her way.

Brooklyn Grayson. Full Scholarship? I think I just found the perfect way to solve my problems and have fun doing it the same time. Revenge can be so sweet and she asked for it. Brooklyn Grayson I'm here to grant your wish of making your life a living nightmare.

I waited for her to be alone before I cornered her at one of the hallways. Pushing her to the wall so that I can trap her between me and the wall before she has the chance to react. "Hi."

Her eyes widen in shock when she saw that it was me. "I forgot to introduce myself. My name is Blake Michealson." I smiled roguishly.

"Hi. I'm not interested now get out of my way." She tried to escape.

But that only prompt me to push closer to her, our face close. I could even hear her even breathing, she's not affected as I thought she would be. "I believe you owe me a favor." I pushed my head closer to hers trying to affect her, but she turned her face away leaving me at the crook of her neck.

"I don't owe you anything Blake. Now get out of my way I need to work." She pushed me harshly. So she's a feisty one.

"Funny how you know my name but I don't know yours. Care to enlighten me?" I breathe in her hair, she smells oddly nice like vanilla.

She turned to face me a bit too quickly, our lips almost touching now given our distance. "Brooklyn Grayson. Are you happy now? Can you let me go?"

"That's a pretty name. Now would you be so lovely to accompany me to a small event tonight as my plus one?" I stared into her big brown eyes, willing for her to submit to me like how all the other girls would.

"Let me think about it." She smiled sweetly before stomping on my legs hardly. Fuck that hurts. I instantly released her and she took the chance to get away. "How about never in a million years Michealson? Is never good enough?" She teased before turning to walk away from me again.

"You can kiss your scholarship goodbye if you don't do what I say." I threatened. I didn't want to do this but she gave me no choice. Well that's half true I would have threatened her anyway. Why would it be called torturing if I can't make her feel scared and uncomfortable?

She stopped in her tracks. "How did you know about that?"

"I have my ways. Believe me one call to Columbia and I can easily cancel off your scholarship." I smirked when she turned to face me.

"What do you want from me?"

"Didn't I promise you to make your life a living hell? I'm a man of my word. And here I am." I stalked towards her, my hands in my pockets as I stand right in front of her. She's trembling in fear now and I can see it.

"I'll do what you ask. Just please don't revoke my scholarship." She pleaded.

I smiled. "Of course you will. As I said I am a man of my word as long as you keep your end of the deal I would too. Meet me at the exit when you're done." I said as I tuck a stray hair to the back of her ears. "See you later." I said beside her ear lowly.

"But I still have my shift to run. I can't just leave now."

"Who's your handler?"

"Doctor Elizabeth." She said softly. "Why?"

"I'll handle her. Meet me at the front exit."

As soon as I met up with her doctor and told her that I would be borrowing one of her students to thank her for saving my father's life she immediately agreed. Complimenting on and on about how good and well is Brooklyn. Honestly I couldn't see anything good about her at all except for being a noisy person and her feisty attitude that would get her in trouble soon. She was already waiting for me at the door with a big frown on her face, kicking her shoes on the floor to something none existent.

"Let's go." I grabbed her arm leading her to the door.

She yanks her hand away from me "I can walk by myself."

"Brook? Where are you going?" Somebody called out to her right when we were about to leave.

"Hey Zach. Everything's fine. I'm just going to a place with Blake." She smiled at him. He probably is the boyfriend.

He eyes me up and down before looking me straight in the face and said."Aren't you the guy that was yelling so rudely at Brook to give up on your father's life that day?"

Does everyone know about that now? What's the big deal of giving up on your father anyway. Wait till they hear the story of the father who gave up saving the son in favor of his money. I took a step forward to face him. "That would be me. And now if you would excuse us I would like to bring her out to apologize."

Brooklyn smiled at him before she left with him. Stopping right in her tracks when she saw my car. "This is your car?" She said our disbelievingly, gawking at my car.

"Yea. Any problem with that?" I asked. It's just a white V12 vintage S Ashton Martin Convertible.

"Nothing. It's so beautiful." She said as she admires my car, her hand touching it delicately as it would break.

"This is nothing. I have another one at home. Are you going to continue to stare at my car or would you like to come in?" I said impatiently.

She hopped on in without another word and I made our way to the nearest shopping mall I can find. She needs to wear at least something nice to be my plus one. I pulled her into one of forever 21 shops and quickly grabbed a few dresses that are acceptable before pushing her into the changing room to change. I got to admit it was a hard choice to pick one out for her because she looks quite stunning in each one of her dresses. Eventually I picked out the most beautiful one and paid for it.

"Why are you buying me a dress when you hate me so much?" She asked but I ignored her.

Now for shoes. I dragged her into another one of those shoe shops and found a pair of suitable heels before bringing her to another one of those shops to find for a clutch. Once we were done it was my turn to find a nice casual suit to where I bought myself a white buttoned up shirt with black buttons and a black jacket along with some black jeans to top my look. This should do. Both of us wearing the clothes we brought right away.

"Why are you buying yourself clothes? Don't you have clothes at home?" She asked.

"We are going to a place at 8 and right now it is already 6.30. I don't have the time to drive home and pick a new set of clothes. Besides it's not like it cost very much." I said casually.

"You rich people have a very different view on life." She muttered.

I stopped in my tracks and observed her from head to toe. She looks above average now but it's only now that I realize that she doesn't have any makeup on at all. "You have any makeup on you?"

"No. I don't really fancy that kind of stuff. I don't really have the money." She shrugged off casually. No money for makeup? What planet does this alien live on? That's the first I ever heard of a girl not bothering about her makeup and looks.

I dragged her off to the nearest salon I can find and asked them to give her a smokey look and style her hair at the same time while I just took some gel and styled my hair in a more casual and messy way.

It's already 7.30pm now. 30 minutes more and we are going to be late. I tapped my foot impatiently. "Finally." I let out. "Took you long enough. Let's go." I pulled at her hand. I didn't compliment her on her looks and paid the money to the cashier.

"Where are we going?" She asked when she got into the car.

"A bar at Manhattan to meet a certain client." I replied vaguely as I swerve left and right through the cars on the road.

"I need to be home by 9."

"We'll see about that."

I stepped on the brake once we reached our destination, forcing Brooklyn to hold on to the door to prevent herself from being swung forward. "Blake! Can you at least try to brake slowly?" She yelled at me.

I ignored her again and tossed my keys to the valet outside. "Be careful with that car. It cost more than your 10 years salary." I warned him.

"Let's go." I extended my arm out for her to hold, making our way the posh and high-class bar. She eye's the complex for awhile taking it in, before taking my hand hesitantly, looking at me with wary eyes.

"Name?" The bouncer asked.

"Blake Michealson along with plus one Brooklyn Grayson."

He nodded when he saw my name on the list and let us through. Inside the bar was fully filled with pole dancers, woman and men dancing together on the dance floor or drinking by the bar. Spotting Mr. Evans at the private bar upstairs, I pulled Brooklyn along with me.

"Blake! Glad to see that you could make it." He greeted me, a bottle of vodka in his hand. "Who is this fine young lady?" He asked, as he took her hand and kissed it. I knew it. Brooklyn would catch his attention.

"This is Brooklyn Grayson. Brooklyn. Mr. Peter Evans." I introduced them.

Peter actually made a move to hold Brooklyn by the waist asking her to sit beside him when she held a firm grip to my jacket. I need to play this off coolly. "Would you like some drinks?" He offered.

"I'll take a Martini." I ordered.

"How about you Brooklyn?" Peter asked her, his eyes going up and down her body.

"Water would be fine." She said softly, obviously uncomfortable by the presence of Peter.

I would love to take pleasure in seeing her suffer but right now I have more important things to cover. "Mr. Evans, you said you would consider about us working together? Is there any information that you would like to know from me? I would be happy to give it to you." Business is business.

"Blake Blake Blake. Right now is the time to have fun not talk about business. Aren't you awfully young to be so serious all the time. Loosen up." He slurred. I don't like this man one bit but he is a tool for getting money and if it doesn't work out it is his loss not mine.

His testing my patience. "Fine. How about after I finish this drink than we can talk about business." I offered. If his rejecting this I'll leave right now. I'm not a person to go down on his knees to please somebody.

"How about the once the lovely lady here downs this cup of Bloody Mary. I'll talk to you about business." He counter offered. I raised my eyebrows at her, this should be fun.

"I don't –"

"She'll love too." I took the drink from him and passed it to her. "Drink this and your scholarship can be saved." I reached over to whisper in her ear.

She gave me a murderous look before turning her head to smile sweetly at the both of us and before downing the drink in one go. "There." She said as she slammed the glass on the table.

"Now can we talk about business Mr. Evans?" I asked again, he better not make any ridiculous offers this time. He can mess with the girl but he better not mess with me.

"Actually I would fancy a dance with this lovely lady. Do you mind Blake? I'm sure after this dance I would be more than happy to discuss with you about our partnership." He smiled took a cup and tip it in front of me.

Brooklyn looked at me with wide eyes in panicked, silently shaking her head. Please don't, she mouths. Alright. This is the one last trick he can play. Besides, it's nice seeing her suffer.

"Brooklyn, will you be so kind to have a dance with Mr. Evans?" I asked her although I already know her answer. I gave her a look, telling her that if she dares to reject it her scholarship is over.

"Of course I would." She fired back a look at me, making a point to step on my feet harshly with her pointy stiletto when she walked passed me.

I laid back on my seat, drinking the martini in pleasure. It really is fun trying to mess with somebody's life. However I kept my eyes trained on the both of them, I don't trust that man one bit and after this, there is no chance of us working together. Although I do like seeing her suffer but I would never put her in the place of that monster, once he oversteps I'll intercept. I may be known as a devil but I am not that bad.

Suddenly Peter tried to hitch her dress up and when I'm about to move in and intercept, she swiftly slaps him and pushed her way through the crowd, running towards the exits. "Hey where are you going?" I grabbed her hand before she has the chance to leave.

There were tears streaming down her eyes when she turned back to look at me. "It's very fun isn't it. Seeing a girl almost selling herself out just to protect something that is very important to her. How could you do that to me? You knew how bad of a person he is and yet you practically force me to dance with him just so you can make a deal to work with him to make money.What kind of monster are you!" She cries as she slams her both her hands repeatedly at my chest.

Her words took a blow at me. And deep down I felt bad and guilty for her. Something I didn't feel in a very long time. She's right. I am a monster. But I couldn't bring myself to apologize to her. I never apologize to anyone.

"Stay here." I ordered her.

I was fuming in anger with myself and Peter. When I made my way towards the dance floor seeing him practically having another girl grinding on him, I snapped and punched him straight in the face. He got up and look at me drunkenly "You'll be sorry Blake. You just lost the chance to work with me." He slurred his words, trying to point his finger at my face but in his drunken state, all he was pointed was the ceiling.

I grabbed the collar of his shirt and pulled him closer to me. "No You'll be sorry. Michealson Enterprise doesn't need to work with somebody as slimy as you. You're the one that needs our help to help boost your company's name. Without our help you would remain where you are now, a small company with nothing. We don't need you, you need us. Remember that." I said angrily before I let go of him, letting him slumped down to the floor like a pile of crap he is.

"Let's go." I took Brooklyn's hand and went out of the bar. Opening the passenger door for her to get in before getting in myself and sped off.

"Are you okay?" I asked. I'm not concern but I really don't know what I should say to her now.

"No. Take me home. I told you I need to be home by 9." She said without looking at me, keeping her eyes out the window.

"Where's your address?"

She muttered her address and I stepped on the gas, trying to get her home quickly so I can get rid of her and let all of these incidents be at the back of my head. I don't want to feel guilty and she is a walking reminder of how bad I can be to someone. I am not my dad.

She was already asleep when we got there but this place doesn't seem right at all. The place she told me was currently burning in flames, firemen gathering around the building trying to put it out.

"Brooklyn. Wake up." I nudged her lightly. Maybe the address she gave me was wrong.

"What?" She mumbled before jumping into shock. Releasing herself from the seatbelt and rushing to the scene of the crime.

"No no no! Jeremy! JEREMY!" She screamed trying to run into the burning house.

I quickly got out of my car and went to restrain her. Holding her by the waist to stop her, but her constant trashing is making it very hard. "JEREMY!" She screamed.

"ARE YOU CRAZY?" I yelled at her trying to pull her back. "YOU'LL BURN TO DEATH IN THERE!"

"Sir you need to get this young lady out of here. It is not safe." A fireman said.

"MY BROTHER IS IN THERE! LET ME GO! JEREMY!" She screamed still trying to run towards the fire.

"What does it look like I'm doing" I snapped. Brooklyn was still screaming her brother's name. "Listen to me Brooklyn if you run in now you would be losing your life too." I put my mouth at her ear so she can hear me, hoping that would wake the sensible part of her brain up.

She continued to struggle kicking around like a child. "I can't leave my brother in there alone. I have to help him. JEREMY! Let me go please." She cried shaking her head violently.

After a few minutes, her struggling stopped and I took the chance to sit down by the side of the road. Holding her close to my chest, my arms around her neck, she finally stopped struggling and leaned herself back to me, her body lifeless.

"What happened?" I asked the officer.

"We don't know yet."

"Any casualties?"

"So far none. But we can't be sure until we put out the fire and check inside the building."

Brooklyn was still murmuring her brother's name, her body trembling. I gently rocked her back and forward in an attempt to soothe her. She's silent now but I could feel her tears on dripping down on my hand. She really does care about her family. I wished that somebody would care that much about me... Both of staring into the flames, both of us lost and helpless.

The fire was quickly put out and in a second Brooklyn jumped to her feet running into the burnt house. I ran up and chase up to her, quickly holding her back by her arm. "ARE YOU MAD? THE BUILDING IS PROBABLY NOT EVEN STABLE AND SAFE! Let the firemen do their job."

"You." She spat out. "You. I told you I need to be home by 9 yet you didn't care. All you care was your joy to torture and ruin my life!" She slammed her fist again at me repeatedly, sending me stepping a few steps back. "NOW YOU REALLY DONE IT. I HAVE NOTHING BLAKE. NOTHING. NO MORE HOME. NO MORE FAMILY. NOTHING." She screamed and cried again, falling to her knees.

I pulled her up and pulled her to my chest, hugging her tightly. I really don't know what to do anymore. "I'm sure your brother is fine. Nobody heard and screaming from the building. His probably not even in there." I put my hand at her head, slowly soothing the back of her head. What is wrong with me?

"Brook?" I voiced called from behind us. Brooklyn whipped up her head immediately to find the source of the voice.

"Oh my god." She wiped the tears from her face. "Jeremy!" She quickly ran towards him, embracing him tightly in the middle of the road. "Jeremy. You're okay. You're okay." She cried again.

"I'm fine. I was at the library. Sorry I'm late. What happened?"

I was about to make my way towards them when my phone rang. It was the old man calling. "Hello?"

"I saw the news. Come meet me now." He ordered me. What news?

"Give me 30 minutes."

" You have 15." He said before he hung up.

I need to leave now if I'm going to make it there in time but I can't leave them there like that. They just lost their home. I took out all the cash I have in my wallet and took off my Mont Blanc watch, that's about all I can do for now.

"Here." I handed them to her. "Take it."

"I don't need your money." She said without looking at me, wiping her eyes from crying. Pushing me away so that she can walk pass me.

Is she rejecting money? Who does that? "Wake up Brooklyn. You just lost your home. Do you have any place to go? I doubt that you have anything left. Take it. Stop being so stubborn." I said angrily. I want to diminish my guilt as much as possible and she is not making it any easier.

"You're right. I don't have anything anymore and that's all because of you!" She screamed

I clenched my eyes shut to compose myself before I would start shouting at her again. I pushed the money and watch to her again. "Then take the money. If you're not thinking about yourself at least think about your brother."

She froze and look at me, tears still full in her big brown eyes. Finally giving in to take the money and watch. My phone vibrated again. That old man really in impatient.

"Do you have a place to stay?" I asked, I could probably help them get a hotel room for the time being.

"We'll manage. We always do." She said before walking past me to her brother's side. I don't know if that was counted as being strong or being stubborn. Either way I offered my help she rejected it. It isn't my fault anymore.

I turn to walk towards my car, passing the both of them still hugging each other. I stopped in my tracks and put my hand on her shoulder, saying the words that I never thought I would say.

"I'm sorry."

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Blake : Finally! I have my own chapter again. I have been waiting far too long for this.

Author : You happy now? You have the longest chapter yet filled with everything about you.

Blake : Very. But that doesnt mean it is okay to neglect my character in the future.

Brooklyn : How can you even be happy after this chapter when I lost my home and almost lost my brother.

Blake : I - Blame the author! She was the one who wrote the story line!

Author : And she can easily write you off it. (Turn's to readers.) Hey guys what do you think about this chapter? Sorry it is a little bit wrong because of somebody's constant complaining about not having enough screen time.

Blake : I do not.

Brooklyn : You do. It's my turn next so you better shut up about it.

Blake : Fine. Remember to vote comment and share guys!

Author : Au Revoir! Until the next chapter!