ℝ𝔸ℕ𝔻𝕐 & 𝕁𝔸ℂ𝕂𝕃𝕐ℕ 𝕆ℕ𝔼𝕊ℍ𝕆𝕋𝕊🏳️🌈

But ours was a promise (Jacklyn)

BROOK'S POV
I had been walking for forty minutes now and the way home was a long way off. It was dark and the only source of light were the street lamps that illuminated the streets and the lights of the cars that went back and forth on the streets. Second after second I was always and only more afraid. I hated walking alone when it was dark and what I hated even more was the dark. Many people made fun of me, because being afraid of the dark was a child's thing, but no one knew what was behind this fear. If only people had known the truth, truth involving years of abuse, maybe they would have realized that my fear wasn't a whim or anything like that.

At one point a car pulled over and my heart started beating so hard that I was afraid it might explode. Only after about ten seconds, however, did I realize that the car had pulled over for the simple reason that there was a traffic light.

My missed calls on Jack's cell phone were like fifteen, while those on Rye's cell phone were just two, then my battery died.

Right away I was angry with Jack, but very soon the anger was clouded with fear.

After calling him fifteen times and realizing my boyfriend had forgotten about me, I realized I had to walk home. All public transport was out of order due to a strike and the only means I had, not even having my wallet with me, only my identity card, were my legs.

After walking for nearly two hours, I arrived home at ten in the evening. All the cars were in the driveway and I was partly relieved and angry. I was relieved because that meant everyone was home, but I was angry that it also meant that Jack, like everyone else, had completely forgotten about me. I was his boyfriend.

"Brook" said their three chorus voices. They were worried and I couldn't deny it, I could see it in their faces, in their eyes and I could hear it in their voices.

"What happened?" Andy asked.

"Are you hurt? Are you-"

"Where have you been all this time?" Sonny asked without even waiting for Rye to finish the sentence.

All three surrounded me, checking that I wasn't hurt or anything, waiting for an answer from me that I didn't know how to give. Out of the blue nothing made sense anymore. My three best friends were here with me, they were worried about me, they were waiting to know how I was because they really cared about the answer. But where was my boyfriend in all this? Where was he the person who should have worried about me most of all? Where was he the person I loved, whom I had never loved so much in my entire life and who at the same time had put me in this situation? Where was he and why was I always asking myself this question more than I wanted to admit?

"Brook?" Rye asked softly, his hand gently and slowly resting on mine and it wasn't more than a few seconds later before his fingers started leaving small, soothing movements on the back of my hand.

"Where's Jack?"

"He went out with some of his friends," Sonny replied, paying attention to what words to use and how to use them.

"He went out two hours ago," Andy added.

Something inside me broke, maybe everything broke.

I went to the psychologist because my past still haunted me and I had been going there for three months and in all these three months he accompanied me and he came to pick me up. Every time I talked to him about how my sessions had gone and he listened in silence. Never ever has it ever happened that he forgot to come and get me, without even sending me a message or calling me, much less without answering any of my fifteen calls.

"I was at the psychologist, but he forgot to come and pick me up" their expressions changed, sadness took shape on their faces and in their eyes I saw the compassion they felt for me at that moment.