Clay's Unwanted Blondie

Chapter 51

๑⁠˙⁠❥⁠˙BROOKE ˙⁠❥⁠˙⁠๑

TICK. TOCK. Thump. Thump. Thump.

Her heart hammered like a wild raccoon in her ribcage, her control over everything might have flown out the window and her eyes...well they were well on their way to filling the next big lake with her tears right here in LA.

"Ry, I know. I know but she saw him. Ofcourse she did. Yeah, so sorry. Thanks baby", Anjali pushed her phone back in her purse, her hand cradling Brooke's back just like Andria's did.

"Ryder had no clue", Anjali said.

"Well I don't care if he's back, all we need is a restraining order and if the jerk can't follow that, we'll kick him out ourselves", Andria snorted.

Brooklyn stayed put on the floor of her woolen rug, half-listening to her friend and sister.

And in her mind, time moved torturously, rewinding to that moment when she had laid eyes on a man she never had plans on seeing.

One minute, a second maybe? And a spell had been created, yet it wasn't the same spell as from before. Certainly not.

She didn't feel butterflies or her heart melt like jello at the sight of a man who loved her and she loved him.

No the minute those haggard, thunderous blue eyes laid eyes on her among a throng of people she saw his darkness trying to reach her.

She saw him as the Grim Reaper about to snatch her daughter and her sanity away and she ran.

Who wouldn't run when your ex husband showed out of the blue and fucking made your selective mute daughter talk?

God she was going insane.

Because the thing about the Grim Reaper was that no matter what, he showed up at your door to claim what was his.

Clay—He, in a matter of hours or days would knock on that very door and shatter Brooklyn's world and that scared her so much.

She stood up, pulling her hair out as she paced, the women who were her close allies paced with her and they drove her mad too.

"What's the game plan, Brooke? A restraining order? Ryder and Cayon can help with that. We could move you out to a secure location before we figure out if it was him and if he's here to stay"

It was him!

Sure maybe with a bit more pounds to him, a little haggard with a buzz cut (God, he still had a buzz cut. Why? Jesus why did he keep on cutting his hair even after HE LEFT?) and a casual black tee with black cargo pants.

He was so different.

So different that every time her mind replayed his stare and his confused raised brows, some deep part inside her wanted to reach out and say something.

Anything.

"I agree with Ani"

Agree with what?

July appeared from the hallway below, looking worriedly at Brooklyn.

"Well Munchies is down for the night but she knows something's up. She's a smart kid you know"

"Did she—"The ball of emotions inside Brooke's throat grew massively,"talk?"

July's piteous face appeared before she could answer.

"She didn't, Brooke but hey she's exhausted. She'll talk tomorrow?"

Mia wouldn't.

Her little girl hadn't spoken again even after she tried countless times asking her 'what did the man say, baby?' 'what bad word did he say?' 'can you repeat what you just said to mommy please?'