If we meet again

Chapter 10

Brook's POV

Over the past week I hadn't spoken or eaten much, and I was happy that no one had noticed.

"ARE YOU OKAY, BROOK?" Nick yelled. I jumped in my seat at the dinner table.

"I'm fine. Why are you yelling?" I asked, puzzled.

"Well, you can't expect someone to stay calm the fourth time they ask a question." said Nick. My eyes widened.

"Sorry, I didn't hear you."

"Are you okay, though?" Joe asked.

"Um-hm." I said, playing up the I'm-not-really-okay-but-I'll-say-I-am factor.

"Maybe you should go lie down, baby." Nick said, eyeing Kevin, who nodded.

"I'm fine!" I said, slamming my hands on the table. The more I pretended to be sick, the more I actually felt sick. Just great. I really didn't want to be the baby girl tonight, and if I was sick I would have to be taken care of more so than now.

"Brook, that is not an acceptable tone. Go to your room, I'll be right up." Kevin said sternly. I rolled my eyes but stood up.

"Hey!" yelled Joe. He really hates it when I roll my eyes. I turned and ran to my room. I threw myself onto my bed. I threw my pillow across the room, then kicked my sheets off my bed. Then I collapsed face down and lay there pointlessly for almost ten minutes, until I heard a knock on the door.

"Go away." I said, muffled by the pillow. The door opened anyway.

"Aren't you too old to be throwing tantrums?" Joe voice asked. I mumbled random words to make it seem like I was saying something, even though I didn't have anything to say. I felt the pillow and the blanket on the end of the bed. I heard the door open, then close.

"What was that about?" asked Kevin's voice.

"I'm fine." was the only response I thought of.

"Well, you're clearly not, so stop pretending." said Kevin.

"I'm fine." I said again.

"Brooklyn." Kevin attempted to flip me over. He succeeded.

"I'm fine." I snapped a third time, just to irritate him.

"No, you're not, so can you please just tell me what's wrong?" he asked. It wasn't a question, but I shook my head. "What's wrong, Brookie?" he asked, sounding tired, even though he had only been sitting on my bed.

"I'm fine."

"You are not fine and you have to tell me what's wrong." Kevin almost never gets angry.

"I don't have to tell you anything." I snapped.

"Fine, but you are sick, so what's wrong in that respect?"

"I'M NOT SICK!" I screamed, getting really annoyed.

"Do not yell at me." said Kevin, still calm.

"Make me stop." I said, not yelling but still very loud.

"Brooklyn." said Kevin, using his warning voice.

"Brooklyn." I said mockingly.

"Stop it." he said.

"Stop it." I repeated.

"That's enough."

"That's enough." He seemed pretty mad now.

"Okay, Brooklyn, get in bed."