A/N - So here's a new story that I've been thinking of for a while. It's pretty dark and stuff...but just remember, I'm a total BL shipper, and would never do anything that would permanently damage them...please keep that in mind while reading!
Hope you find it interesting and please leave a review!
Listen To Your Heart
Chapter 1 -
The rain pelted against the glass window in her bedroom and the wind shook the trees violently outside. It was times like these she didn't like being alone. She hated it, actually.
The space beside her in the bed was empty and cold. The thought was just unsettling and she couldn't help but wonder where they had all gone wrong. It had seemed like just yesterday they were fine. Sure, they had their problems, but nothing that they couldn't live with. They were a happy, loving family.
Now they were torn and broken and not happy in any way.
A lightning bolt lit up the sky, and within seconds followed a loud boom of thunder.
Brooke wiped her eyes because she knew that in a matter of seconds she wouldn't be alone anymore.
The spot in the bed would no longer be void however the feeling of despair would still remain.
Brooke realized that feeling wouldn't be leaving anytime soon.
"Mommy!" Through the darkness she could see a small figure appear by the opened bedroom door. "I'm scared...I want daddy." The voice whimpered as it faltered in and out.
There was no surprise her young daughter wanted Lucas back. He was always the one to make her feel safe when there was a thunderstorm. And now he wasn't there to do that.
Brooke, as much as she tried to deny it and pretend she wasn't affected, wanted Lucas back just as much.
But she couldn't forgive him.
He had betrayed their family.
"How could you?" She asked, her voice dripping with anger. She couldn't believe what had happened. "How could you do that and jeopardize everything?! Everything we've built...the family we've raised... I...I can't even believe this!"
"Brooke...I'm sorry." He shook his head. He knew he was wrong. Brooke had every right to be this upset.
"Sorry? Sorry? That's all you can say? You are selfish ass, Lucas. And that's all you can say? What if something had happened to you?"
Brooke's daughter's cries got louder and it was a surprise that her son hadn't woken up, too.
"Come on, Sam. Get into bed with mommy. It'll be okay." Brooke struggled to not let her voice break and to not show her daughter she was hurting just as much as she tried to soothe the young girl. She wasn't supposed to let her children know that she was upset. However, her son, being fifteen, was catching on much quicker than her six-year-old daughter was.
She was supposed to put on an act and pretend that everything would be okay. It would all be fine in the end. But that was hard. Because when she told her kids that, she was lying to them. She wasn't sure if everything would be okay.
What Lucas had done was serious.
"When's daddy coming home?" The small girl asked once she was tucked underneath the covers in her parents' bed.
"I don't know, Samantha." Brooke sadly shook her head as she caressed her daughter's hair. "I don't know." This time she mumbled it as she wrapped her arms around her daughter's small body.
She just wanted it to all go away.
Brooke groaned and turned over in her bed upon hearing the phone's ringing.
For her to still be asleep, she figured someone was calling considerably early. However when she finally opened her eyes and rubbed the sleep from them, she looked over to the alarm clock beside her on the dresser and realized it wasn't early. It was already noon.
"Mom, the phone's for you." She heard her son through the door.
"Come in." She called out. She looked down next to her and realized that her daughter was still sound asleep.
Her son walked into the room and immediately she felt her heart drop.
He looked just like his father with his blonde hair and blue eyes.
Brooke instantly shook her head no.
"David, no. I don't want to talk to your father."
He sighed before bringing the phone back to his ear.
"Uh, dad. She can't talk right now. Yeah, I know. I'll ask. Okay, bye."
"How long is this going to last for, mom?" David asked Brooke and sat down slowly on the bed, careful not to wake up his little sister.
"It's more complicated than you think."
"Yeah, but that doesn't mean you can't talk to him. I miss him. Sam misses him."
"You don't think I know that?" Brooke raised her voice at her son. She knew he had every right to be frustrated but he didn't really understand fully what was going on. "I am affected by this just as much as you and your sister are, David."
"Whatever." He muttered and got up from off the bed. "I'm going to visit dad."
Brooke was ready to tell him to come back but it was too late; the door had already closed behind him.
"Hey, mommy?" Samantha asked while she sat at the table coloring a picture as Brooke unloaded the dishwasher.
"Uh." Brooke took a minute to decide what she was going to tell her daughter. She wasn't about to blurt out that her son had gone to see his father because Samantha would then ask why she hadn't gone too. And that would just lead to her getting upset and crying, saying that she missed her father. "He went out with some of his friends."
"Oh." The answer seemed to be acceptable as she then resumed her coloring.
The two girls remained in silence until the sound of the front door opening fell upon their ears.
"Hey." David walked into the room and spoke low. He stuck his hands in his pockets and waited for a response. He wasn't sure if his mom was still mad at him for starting with her earlier.
"Sam, baby, could you go up to your room for a few minutes. I need to talk to your brother alone."
Samantha looked back and forth between her mother and brother before nodding slowly and collecting her crayons and paper from the table.
"I went to see dad." David spoke once Samantha was out of the room.
"I know." Brooke nodded and went back to the dishes in the dishwasher.
She still didn't feel like talking about Lucas. Not yet.
"—David, please. Can we not talk about this right now? I know that you're pissed off at me, and Samantha's upset...but I did what I did for a reason...and I just don't feel like talking about it right now."
"Mom, it's serious."
Brooke looked up from the dishwasher when she heard the serious tone in her teenager's voice.
It really was serious.
"Baby, what is it?" She walked over to him and placed a hand on his cheek. He flinched when the hand came in contact with his face, so she took it off. Obviously he was still upset with her. His eyes were now tearing, and she got even more concerned because she rarely ever saw him cry. He tended to be strong and tried to never show weakness.
"What is it?" She asked again, this time her voice was demanding. He was starting to worry her.
"He's...He's dying, mom..."
A/N - You're all probably like "WTF?!" But I hope that when you're like that, it's in a good way! Keep an open mind, please!
Let me know if I should continue this or not! Because if I don't get a good amount of reviews, I'll take that as a sign that this sucked...which I bet it did. So let me know, please!