When I didn't take the shoes, Brandon's expression hardened. "Sylvia, what's your problem? You're almost 30, and you're still giving a young girl a hard time? Is this really necessary?"
He threw the box at me, hitting me square on the head.
I groaned, grabbing my forehead as tears filled my eyes.
Brandon looked alarmed. "I didn't mean to do that. Let me see."
I pulled away as he reached out. "I'm fine," I muttered.
Ignoring me, he pried my fingers away from my forehead, seeing the swelling. His face darkened. "This doesn't look fine. Stay here. I'll get some ice."
Before I could stop him, his phone rang.
The screen lit up, showing the caller ID: "Little Trouble," dripping with affection.
"Brandon!" Jenna's voice came through.
Hearing her whimpering, Brandon tensed. "Jen, don't cry. What's wrong?"
"I have a stomachache," Jenna sniffled. "I want to go to the ER, but I got on the wrong subway and I don't even know where I am."
Brandon frowned. "Why didn't you call me when you decided to go to the hospital? We agreed I'd drive you."
Jenna's voice was timid. "I was dumb again today and made Sylvia mad. I didn't want to bother you both."