One Week ||Brandon||

[Nikita Rain Jameson]

Sasha couldn’t help but frown even more hearing Brandon’s words when he got up the nerve to finally speak. Confessing he needed lots and lots of air and that he was in some kind of twisted nightmare. Was he just having troubles with his girlfriend or was it truly indeed Nikita related? Before she could allow him to leave she needed to find out first what was going on with her somewhat adopted little sister. She’d asked if he was alright and that’s when it all came pouring out of his mouth what was really going on. It did have to do with Nikita. Sasha was right. Quite unfortunately.

“Oh dear, I was afraid something like this would happen.” Not this pursay, but something similar. Crazy talk was the word she was searching for. Placing a comforting hand on the boy’s shoulder, she said, “She thinks she’s having your baby?” She shook her head slowly, knowing herself there was no way Nikita could be pregnant. This was insane. Removing her hand from him, she dug in her pocket and pulled out a bottle of meds she showed to Brandon when he asked what she was on. “These,” She replied which clearly showed they were psychiatric meds.

“Nikita suffers from psychosis. When she’s without her meds for a period of time she suffers from blackouts and hallucinations.” She explained before placing the bottle into his hand. “If she’s already at this state only you will be able to convince her to take them. Lie if you have to. Tell them they’re vitamins for the baby. Just don’t let her see the bottle. I’ll come with you.” She told him with a small reassuring nod, knowing he likely wouldn’t want to go back in alone if at all.

{Sorry it took so long to reply. My muse was on vacation. >.<}

[Brandon Novak]

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