The Jovial Writer

Chapter 9 : Broken Heart "Come in." came a pleasant voice. Jack sighed with relief. If not anything else she at least   sounded  fine. One less weight on his newly developed conscience. Jack pushed open the white door to see Brielle sitting on her bed, reading a book placed on her lap. She looked up as he entered, her eyes boring into his. Jack found himself fumbling for words. "Hi." said Jack scratching the back of his neck. Thousands of presentations, millions of dialogues to clients and all he could say to her was  hi ? "Hi." said Brielle smiling weakly. "Please take a seat." Jack pulled up a chair beside her bed and resisted the urge to check his phone. It vibrated uncomfortably in his breast pocket, as innumerable messages arrived. He sighed, seclusion and a holiday from work was not an option for him. "Thanks for bringing me to the hospital." said Brielle fiddling nervously with her fingers. "I thought the woman was going to

Chapter 8 : Advice   " Shes not waking up." Raul said raising his hands dramatically. "Why the hell is she not waking up?" "I said she's resting. Stop creating a ruckus." said Sebastion checking his phone.  Max, Melly and their father had gone home after a couple of hours and Jack was rejoined by his coworkers in the waiting room. Carefree Raul and the responsible Sebastion were a very unlikely pair. They were always bickering but were the best of friends. "She'll be alright. You guys stay here, I'm going to check on Dad." said Jack standing up. With that he walked off to the single room at the end of the corridor. He knocked and almost immediately a voice called out, "Come in." came a hoarse voice. The elderly man was sipping tea, while reclining on the bed. "Brielle's hurt." said Jack as he sat on the chair beside him. "I should have got to her earlier. I was too late." He clutched at his hair in fr

Chapter 7: Rescue "Madam, please, it's alright. The children are fine. They are just trying out some sweets in the kitchen." said Brielle calmly. She wasn't good at lying and didn't want to risk the woman's wrath further. Perhaps if she just let her know the children were safe, she would calm down and stop yelling. Brielle knew that the pantry, where the children actually were wasn't really inside the kitchen but beside it. There was no way she was going to let the horrible woman get to the children.   Not on my watch. The woman suddenly lifted a fat, ringed hand and slapped Brielle across the face. She used so much force that Brielle was knocked to the ground. She hit her head against a food trolley and rolled across the floor a little before the friction could stop her.  Was the woman insane? Hitting her in the middle of a restaurant?   Brielle struggled to get up, but her twisted ankle and the swelling pain on the back of her head was too much. The woma

Chapter 6 : Anger Brielle's throat turned dry as she looked at Jack. He was staring at her, his flawlessly handsome face registering a look of amusement.   Not easily amused, huh? "My name is Brielle, and I shall be your server tonight." she said with a smile. She tried not to look at any of the three men at the table. She knew of she did, she would be distracted enough to make a mistake. Yet, as the men deliberated on their orders, she couldn't help sneaking a peek.  They were each handsome in their own way, the guy on the left was tanned perfectly and wore a gorgeous stubble, the other man beside him was blonde haired and grey-eyed, exceedingly good-looking with the pair of glasses at the bridge of his nose.  But Jack Dixon was by far the hottest. She couldn't ignore the taut muscles under the tight suit he wore. his chiseled body and the sexy voice. Brielle was having a difficult time keeping a straight face. "I'll have a vegetable soup and a croissant

  Chapter 5:  Clumsy "Who the hell are you?" demanded a beautiful brunette. She was wearing the waitress's uniform, a black pencil skirt paired with a white tucked in shirt. Brielle, who was also wearing similar clothes, looked up at her surprised. The brunette spit the hair away from her face and analyzed  Brielle from head to foot. "She's new." said a tall blonde boy, taking a trolley full of wine into the kitchen. He was wearing black pants and a white shirt. "And she's clumsy. Twisted her ankle already. She hasn't even been here an hour." "Hey!" said Brielle, her temper rising. Where was all this nastiness coming from? "There's no need to be so condescending. I'm only trying to work here. Just like you, this job is important to me." "Yeah right." said the blonde boy, exiting the kitchen leaving behind the two girls. "We all saw you on TV this morning." "What does that have t