Hidden Secrets - A Beau Brooks Fanfic

Chapter Thirty-Two

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"Dahlia, my baby!"

My mothers boney wrists wrap tightly around my head, pulling me in to her chest. Ian slouches in the doorway, acting stand offish and sour. 

"We'll be back in a few days time Ms, just to ask Dahlia some questions, until then, no more running off Miss Dahlia" he chuckles putting a cap back on his head and getting into the patrol car. Look back at the frail gray figure holding me and sigh. What did either of us do to deserve this? For dad to pass. For Ian to be such a spineless bastard-

"Dahlia"

"Hmmmm."

"Do I not get a hug?" he looks at mum and she lets go of me. 

"I....I have some washing to do inside, I'll catch up with you both later" she says, smiling and scurries off into the house. Ian saunders up to me, brushing the hair out from my face. It was almost like I had never been away. The same smell of alcohol hung on his breath and he still carried the same sickly grin he always did. I shuffle uncombfortably away from him but he grabs my wrist pulling me in to his chest, slamming his lips against mine. I suddenly remember how much I hated Ian kissing me, how wet and limp his mouth was, his tongue like a soggy creature trying to bury itself deep into my mouth. Beau was always so soft, so gently. 

"I have missed that so, so much Dahlia" he says pulling away. "You're so young and fresh, your mother's kisses no way compare to yours"

He goes in for another one but I push him back. "Not now Ian" I say gruffly and turn away "I just want to be alone"

"Dahlia get back here now! I haven't seen in two months!" 

I stop in the doorway with my back facing away from him. I felt like a hound, my hackles up.

"You're not family Ian. Mum is. And sorry to break it to you, but you're the last person I want to spend time with" I grunt and shut the door behind me. The latch clicks shut and my fingers shakely turn the key in the lock. I wish it was that easy to shut him out my life. 

"Dahlia open the damn door! Dahlia! Sarah! Tell her to open the fucking door!"

Mum peeps her head out the kitchen and gives me a sorrowful look. "Good to see you too mum" I say and walk off. The steps leading upstairs looked so unfamiliar. Maybe it was because I had spent most of my life running up and down them away from things. Mostly Ian. My bedroom door is wide open and my bed unmade. My duvet hasn't been washed since throwing it out the window several months ago and mud still stains the fabric. I slump down onto my bed and bury my face deep into the covers, determine to hide myself from the rest of the world. The last few days with Beau replay over and over again in my head. His eyes. His smile. The way his naked body felt against mine. I still had so many questions to ask him. What did I do wrong? What did I say that made him so angry? Am I ever going to see him again?

I feel like a pathetic love-sick teenager crying of some mysterious boy who won't notice me. But he did notice me. And he fell in love with me. He told me so himself. I scream in frustration and throw my pillows across the room before collapsing back in a heap and crying again. My emotions get the better of me and I'm soon scrolling through my contacts list searching for his name. I hesitate over the call button and then clasp the phone to my ear.

Brrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr.......................

Brrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr.......................

Brrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr.......................

Three rings. He always answers after three rings. Pick up Beau, pick up pick up pick up!

Brrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr......................."I'm sorry but the person you are trying to call-"

"Beau.............." I cry, smothering my sobs with the covers "Don't do this to me........."

I fall asleep with my phone under my cheek and my sheets stained with tears. 

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Beau's POV

"BEAU! BEAU PLEASE!"

The biggest lump in my throat is forming. I can't even look behind because I know if I do I'll let her back in  the car. Why do people never warn you about heartbreaks? Why does no one ever warn you the pain you feel, and about the empty space in your chest?

My windscreen wipers are going like crazy. I feel like such a jerk leaving her in the rain without an explanation. If it ever started raining I used to give her my jacket and we would run for cover. I swallow back the tears and smile. I need to get out of here, as far away as possible. I needed her to forget about me, and forget about everything we've done. It was the best thing for her.

She was right the night I asked her to run away with me. I was crazy. I thought I could look after her. I thought I could give her what she needed but I can't. All I've done is taken her round on a wild goose chase. She's got into more danger being with me in one night than spending a week with Ian.

My phone vibrates in my pocket and I pull it out along with a crumpled photograph. I stare at it just a little to long and the ringing stops. Just as well. It was her. I wonder where she is right now? The fact that I know she's still thinking about me is making me feel worse. Maybe shes gone back to the police station. Or maybe she's rung Leo. Fuck. What if she's gone back home? Anything but home. The last things she needs is more shit from Ian.

I pull in to the side of the road again and unlock my phone. I just needed to make sure she was okay. It was stupid of me to drive off. 

"Hello?"

"Leo, hey...it's uh....it's Beau."

"Beau.....like, Beau from school?"

"Yeah...yeah..." I say. I had forgotten we haven't spoken much. "Has Dahlia rung you in the past few hours?" He clears his throat and exhales.

"No. I haven't heard from her since a party we both went to a few weeks back actually. Is she okay? I didn't know you guys knew each other?"

"We're together....uh I mean, we were together. Kinda. Listen, if she rings, take in what she says. Look after her for me yeah?" He probably thinks I'm a complete nutter. I don't think he even has my number. 

"Yeah sure. You sound upset bro, can I ask what happe-"

"Bye Leo" I say and hang up.

Fuck. I hope I'm doing the right thing.

FINALLY A NEW CHAPTER!!!! You guys have been nagging me (in a good way;) for so long and I've been writing all evening! I hope this is good enough for you and clears up a few things! Will Leo be back in the story? Is Dahlia finally growing a back bone and standing up against Ian? Will her and Beau ever see each other again??? NEXT CHAPTER SOON, I PROMISE!!!!! Love y'all :)))