Chapter 49

Brian was at the grave of Mr. Biscuit, staring at its picture recalling his experience with the genius pet and how much he was going to miss it; within himself he had decided not to have a pet any more Mr. Biscuit was the second and would be the last. He grinned painfully before he squatted to lay the flower at its grave.

As he did and rose to his feet a slight pat from a female hand came on his shoulder.

He flinched like a mouse from fire. “Oh God you startled me,” he said, rolling his eyes at Meyer. “How many times am I going to tell you to stop frequenting here? I don’t want to see you in my life neither does grandma. You embody loss and pain. Since I knew you it has been from one dilemma to the other. Your presence in my life has nurtured nothing but ruin and peril. I don’t want to hurt you. But if you force me, you will regret knowing Brian. Leave this moment,” he barked, pointing at the exit.

Meyer’s eyes were welled up with tears instantly. “Why do you always make me feel lik