Brooklyn's Terrible Time

Chapter 27

Ever since Elisa had saved Brooklyn from hurting and killing himself, he had grown a bit closer to her in the following days. She had even been kind enough to hang dark curtains in his room to keep lightning out. When another storm came along, she stayed with him to keep him calm, for he still hated lightning because they still reminded him of the Quarrymen's hammers. And he wouldn't let other humans near him except Elisa. But Brooklyn kept on wearing his jacket.

She hugged him during that new storm, feeling his body shaking. "Don't worry, it won't get you," the detective assured the red gargoyle, who gave a small smile, tears falling.

Brooklyn though still couldn't tell his clan about what he had been feeling and how Castaway made him blabber out all of his dark secrets. It still made him sick thinking about it.

Goliath had told the clan about how Brooklyn had been cutting himself, and the clan didn't really take it well like he predicted. Hudson looked really sad from it, and Lex looked mad and upset along with Broadway. Angela was nearly in tears.

"But why? Why would he do such a thing?" Lex asked in remorse, hands balling into fists. Hudson took his arm.

"The lad's been feelin' all sorts of grief these past days. Which would explain the reason," the elder said. Angela herself wanted now more than ever to be close to Brooklyn again after hearing about it. She volunteered to take Brooklyn his dinner.

Angela came to his room, feeling nervous about seeing him, but she had to try. She would do anything to make the scared male happy again. Breathing steadily, she knocked on the door.

Brooklyn had heard the door knock, tensing up in fear, eyes round when he saw who was visiting him; Angela. The one he avoided most of all. She had a bowl of his soup for him, a smile on her face. Brook just growled at her.

"Get away from me..." he snapped bitterly again, still not wanting Angela near him whatsoever. Her face fell from this, setting down his tray on the nightstand.

"I won't leave, Brooklyn. Rookery siblings look out for each other. But why have you been avoiding me?" she asked in concern and sadness. Brook's eyes glowed viciously, trying to shield his body from her again with the bike jacket.

"Save your pity and love for your precious mate. I don't deserve it! I don't deserve anyone's love! I'm the ultimate freak failure in the clan! Get out! Leave me alone!" Brooklyn screamed, his tears flowing nonstop. This made Angela flinch as if Brooklyn hit her. But she held firm.

"No, I have to know, Brooklyn. I still love you; can't you understand that?" She begged. Brooklyn kept shaking his head and trembling, threatening to let out all his emotions.

"Y-you wouldn't understand... h-that man... he-he...!" Brooklyn hiccupped when unable to say anymore words. Angela tried again to sit near him, but Brooklyn backed away once more. Angela's heart broke from Brooklyn's continuing avoidance of her approaches.

"I know I can't understand, but I won't be able to if you can't tell me. Please?" She begged softly, eyes soft and gentle. Brooklyn breathed erratically, eyes crazed with grief and anger. He still shook his head.

"I-I can't..." he whimpered, curled up against the wall, sniffling badly, hiding his face in his hands, and turning away. Then suddenly, Angela thought of something that could reach him. A little smile showed when beginning to sing:

"Just a closer walk with Thee

Grant it, Jesus, is my plea

Daily walking close to Thee

Let it be, dear Lord, let it be"

This made the distressed male take his head out from his hands, Angela's soft singing voice, turning to look at her. Brook trembled more when she continued.