Our Love Story

Our love Story: 5

*Thomas's Pov*
Who started the fire? Why is there a fire? Where did it come from? How'd it happen? Questions are bursting in my head. But seriously, how did it happen? Did someone did it on purpose? If someone did it on purpose, who will do it though? She only has one enemy. Reagan. Oh my gosh. It could've been Reagan! She hates her and tried punching her to death before. It doesn't mean that she did it once, it can't be twice, right? "Brooklyn Edwards?" The doctor said, removing me from my thoughts. I stood up immediately. "What? I-I she okay?!" I asked.  "She lost oxygen, but now she's, uhm-" before he can finish, I asked her room number. "Room 204, but-" I didn't listen to him, I ran to room 204, Dylan hot on my hills. I opened the door to see her awake. She looked at me and her face lit up. "Thomas!" She squealed. "Oh my baby doll, I miss you so much." I quizzed her in a tied hug. "I miss you too." She smiled, but it fades as soon as she sees the person at my back. Dylan, and you wouldn't believe who is with him. The one and only Reagan. She smirked, but Dylan didn't see because he was slightly facing at us and not at her. "Brooke." Dylan sounds broken. I looked at Brooke. Anger boiled in me. He was just playing with her feelings. First he hates her and then now, he cares about her. It's like she's nothing to him. It's like, she's a girl toy to him. "Dylan" she cried. Dylan rushed to her and hugged her. They pulled away, and Dylan cupped her cheeks. I can't hold my anger. I was about to grab him when Reagan stopped me. "Watch this moment, I know you'll get hurt" she whispered. I shove her and she fell on the floor. "Ouch, Dylan. Baby, Thomas hurt me." She fake cried. Dylan rushed to her, and hugged her tightly. "What is wrong with you?!" He screamed. "What is wrong with me?! What is wrong with you! You Dylan! You act like you care for Brooke but you really don't! All you think about is Reagan! Her! The creature who hurt your BestFriend secretly without even telling you. She started the fire! She did it so Brooke can die and she will be happy and live with you without Brooke getting in the way! Can't you see Dylan?! You're so blind! It's like Brooke is just a toy to you. Remember the time when you said you don't love her even as a friend?! Then now you'll care for her?! Cruel. VERY CRUEL!" I shouted. "HOW DO YOU KNOW THAT IT WAS REAGAN WHO STARTED THE FIRE?!" He shouted. "How do I know?! SHE TRIED KILLING BROOKE BEFORE! IT DOESN'T MEAN THAT IF SHE DID IT ONCE, SHE CAN'T DO IT TWICE!" I shouted back. Dylan shut up and looked at Reagan. "Is it true?!" He asked. "No baby. Don't believe him. He's just trying to let us break up." She answered. Plastic. "I- i belie-" before Dylan could finish, Brooke interrupted him. "Actually. What Thomas was saying is true." She said. "What?" Dylan asked. Brooke sighed deeply and continued with her explanation. "I woke up, and smelled smoke. My tent was all smokey, and then when I opened my tent. Bam! I'm met with fire. I tried gasping for air. I frantically looked around and saw someone. A shadow. Like a female body. And when it got clearer, I realized who it was. It was Reagan. She was holding a gas bottle and a match in her hand. I was about to run to her, but I was too late. I lost my oxygen and blacked out. And the next thing I remember, is waking up here. She said indicating her bed. Dylan looked shocked. But I was also surprised because what I thought was actually true. But what shocked me more is what Dylan answered. "I don't believe you Brooke. You're such a faker!" He spat and run outside. "I think the both of you will never succeed with your plans. Toodles!" She exclaimed and skipped going back to Dylan. Brooke burst into tears and I tried calming her down. Finally, after about 20 minutes of calming her down, she fell asleep. The doctor went in the room and told me if he can talk to me. "Okay" I stood up and followed the doctor. "Uhm, Thomas. Have she been smoking? Her, Brooke? Is she smoking? He asked. "No she never smoked." I answered. "Second hand smoking?" He asked. "What's that?" I asked. "Second hand smoking is where the person doesn't smoke, but they can smell the smoke. This second hand smoking is more dangerous than the first hand smoke. First hand smoke is where the person smokes. The second hand smoke is more prone to having lung cancer faster than the first hand smokers. "Uhm, why are you saying this to me?" I asked him. "Well, I'm sorry, but I'm afraid. Brooke has Lung Cancer.."
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Peace! 😁✌🏼️. I just want to thank the person who reads my story. Thank you and I hope you guys like this chapter. Sorry about Brooke. I needed to... Well, hope you like this chapter, besides the part where, you know. Brooke. Well bye guys! Thanks!
-Mystery