Chapter Seven (1/2)
Chapter Seven
Riley did everything he could to take the stress off of me but I was seriously annoyed with him at this point and ready to kick his ass. He screwed us on this and now I had to do damage control on top of everything else and they're giving us a limited time frame to fix everything.
He kept apologizing but I just shut him out.
I had a month to do this project and I would do it without them because I obviously couldn't trust my fiancé or brother to do shit right. I spent a lot of the next month at Rochelle's house and once again mine and Chase's relationship had to take a backseat to work because we just couldn't afford not to get it done.
Chase wasn't happy but he understood I think he was more concerned. I went to work and worked hard and then would stay late to get things done before going to Rochelle's and she would help a little and we would do some wedding stuff, I would either crash there or drag myself home at night and then get up and do it all again.
I knew he was holding his tongue because I was stubborn but there were times where he probably rightfully felt he needed to step in. I was barley sleeping and I wasn't really eating either because I just didn't have the time.
By the end of the month I had it done barley on time and had to fix a couple other minor things. I went through everything from the past couple years and it seems that Riley only started getting careless the past six months or so.
It only took another two weeks to get everything back on track, papers organized correctly and I went through the boy's e-mails and organized those files and made it easier for them to do shit right.
And people thought they were the brains behind everything and I was just there.
”Hey.” Riley came in and I sighed, I had barley talked to him in six weeks.
”Yes?” I asked and he looked down
”I'm sorry, I didn't mean to screw it up and I'm sorry that you've been killing yourself to fix my fuckups.”
”It's not just you, Chase should have been paying attention because you two work closely together on everything and he knew what was going on with you.”
”Don't blame him, it was my fault.”
”Riley I blame both of you. You two were careless and irresponsible with the company mom and dad built. You guys told me not to worry and pushed me to take time off when I really shouldn't have.” I put my head on my desk exhausted
”When was the last time you slept?” he asked
”I think I slept this morning.” I reached for my coffee
”How long?” he asked me
”Like an hour or something, I'm fine.” I finished it off and called for someone to please bring me more.
”Bry, when was the last time you actually slept?”
”What is your definition of actual sleep?” I talked as I worked
”Eight hours.”
”That would be when Chase and I went away for the weekend.” I filed that one and moved on.
”Okay, at least four hours.” He compromised
”Uh when did we have that meeting with Mr. Tobison, I think I slept for like five hours not the night before that, but the one before that.” He put his hand over mine as I moved to my computer to go through e-mails again.
”Brylee.” He snapped
”What? I'm working Riley, I have things to do. Where the hell is my coffee?” I yelled
”No one else is here, everyone went home over an hour ago.” I snatched my hand away and went back to rapidly typing.
”Brylee stop!” he yelled and literally had to pull me away from the computer
”Don't touch me.” I pulled away
”What's going on?” Chase came in and looked between us, looking for any signs that I wasn't okay
”I'm fine.” I snapped at him too
”No you're not. When was the last time you ate actual food?” he asked
”Chase and I had dinner a couple days ago.” I glared at him and Chase's face grew in concern.
”Baby you haven't been home for dinner in almost two weeks.”
”I'm fine.” I was growing more annoyed.
”Don't take that tone with us, we're worried about you.” Riley stressed worry and I closed my eyes and took a deep breath because I was trying to stay calm and failing.
”I am fine.” I said slowly
”No you aren't, you're working yourself too hard.”
”Yeah well I haven't had a choice.” I glared at him and his concerned face went back to guilt and I felt bad about that, I didn't want him to feel bad I just wanted him to do his fucking job, I wanted them both to do their jobs right the first time.
Ever since we were little I was the one who always did damage control when they fucked up; from not doing homework, crazy ex-girlfriends, Monica getting pregnant, and covering when they snuck out.
When they did something stupid I had to be the one to calm people down and try to get them out of it.
”I'm sorry.” He said again and I ran my hands down my face
”Just don't.”
”Don't come into work tomorrow.” Riley told me and I rolled my eyes
”Right.” I said sarcastically
”I'm serious.” He crossed his arms and I mimicked him
”Really?” I asked
”Brylee.” He was getting pissed off
”Riley.” I said back and I knew I was being a bitch right now but I really didn't care.
”I'm trying to look out for you.” he said exasperated
”And I'm telling you that I'm fine.”
”But you aren't Bry, and it's my job to tell you that. It's my job to tell you the truth even if it pisses you off. I'm trying to take care of my baby sister.”
”I'm older.”
”That doesn't matter, you will always be the biggest part of my life because you're my twin and I need you to take better care of yourself. I need you to sleep, I need you to eat and I need you to be healthy.”