drifted | M.R.

004 | grief

trigger warning: mention of miscarriage
word count: 948

It had been 2 days since the miscarriage.

And no one has seen or talked to the great Mattheo Riddle.

It was breaking Brooke.

Everyday she stayed in her room, no one has been able to get her to eat. She's only allowed Enzo and the girls in because Enzo gave her a sense of safety that she couldn't get from Mattheo. At the moment, Enzo had a plate of food for the girl who was staring at the ceiling.

"Cookie, I need you to eat." She has only ever let Enzo call her Cookie because she hated the name but she also hated the name Brookie more. The dark haired girl shook her head.

Anyone could see she was struggling, not just because she wasn't eating but because of the dark circles that laid under her eyes. Because her eyes were always puffy and red from crying so hard before she let herself fall asleep.

"Brooke, please. I'll stay right here with you. You know I won't leave."

"Well I thought Mattheo wouldn't leave either," she whispered. Enzo sighed, not knowing what to say to that. Just then, the doors to the room opened and there stood a tall chocolate haired boy.

Brooke sat up instantly, her eyes filling with hope. But they soon drained of that hope when she smelt the alcohol that was radiating off of him. Enzo could feel his break when he watched the hope drain from her eyes.

"I'm leaving again, I just needed a change of clothes."

"Theo please, stay. I need you." Tears pricked the girl's eyes, all she wanted was the boy who helped her through everything. Mattheo knew it wasn't right, and inside he was telling himself to just hold her, but physically he walked out his dresser and grabbed a pair of clothes.

"Yeah, well, I need to be away-" He was cut off by a small hiccup. "From the girl who murdered-" He cut himself off this time. His eyes widened slightly.

"Finish what you were gonna say." Everyone from the group was listening to the conversation at the doorway but the pair took no acknowledgement to them. Theodore was enraged and so was Enzo.

"No..." He whispered as she did a slight shake with his head. He felt like a kid being scolded and honestly he knew he deserved it. He got jealous when he opened those doors to find Enzo sitting on her bed with a plate of food in his hands.

He was gonna come back and stay here but when he saw that it was like a switch went off and he got so angry he just blurted out what he was thinking.

"Say it, Mattheo."

"I was gonna say...I need to be away from the girl who murdered my baby." His voice grew soft with each word that came from his lips. "I didn't mean-"

"Drunk words are sober thoughts, Mattheo." She sent a small glare, refusing to let tears come into her eyes with Mattheo right there.

"How'd you know I was drunk?"

"The smell. Now get what you need and leave. I'll see you when you get back. Whenever that is." He nods softly, staying still for a moment before walking to the door, pushing past the group and leaving, once again.

Brooke looked at Enzo, tears finally falling from her eyes. Enzo set down the plate, that was now cold, and pulled the girl back into his arms. Draco couldn't stand it and went after the boy who had left.

"Mattheo!" He called out in the garden, making the boy turn around with tears falling from his eyes that he tried to wipe off discreetly.

"What do you want?"

"I'm scared for you, Mattheo. You have never left her like this."

"Well I can't be holding her hand every day."

"Who is this and what have you done with Mattheo Riddle? Because I know he would act like this towards a girl he knocked up, not towards Brooke Madden. You love that girl."

"Yeah, well, all love fades eventually." Draco shakes his head, not buying a second of this facade he is playing.

"Stop acting like you aren't hurt! We both knowing your dying in that head of yours! I saw the way you looked at her, when you said all those things. You looked like you wanted to run up and hug her and hold her. Like you always did, especially when she was in pain."

"Well now she has Lorenzo."

"Is this what this is all about?" The blonde scoffs. "Lorenzo is helping the girl that should be getting help from her boyfriend. I know you have feelings to. And you need to deal with them somehow. And losing a baby is hard, but she has feelings to. And her feelings are falling apart because she lost a human, that was inside of her."

Mattheo didn't know what to say. He just stood there, staring at the blond without saying anything.

"Lorenzo is a friend to Brooke. Because her boyfriend left when she needed him most." And with that, he turned on his heels and walked away. Enzo was holding the girl tightly as Belle sat on the opposite side of them, watching her cry.

The girl was in between his legs with a hand fisting his shirt and her head on his chest. It wasn't as comforting as Mattheo's comfort but it comforted her. And that's what she needed.

The girl's eyes slowly fell shut, her grip on his shirt loosening and her breathing becoming lighter.

"They're losing each other." Enzo whispered, stroking the broken girl's cheek.