When The Past Comes Back... (sequel/Luke Brooks fanfic)

Chapter 1

2013- 1 YEAR LATER

ISIS P.O.V

Every night since I left Melbourne, I have cried myself to sleep. I almost turned to the alcohol again but luckily Cameron stopped me.

Since I told him everything when I was drunk which I don't remember. We became friends actually scratch that best friends. We both are now sharing his house together and I also found he was gay. He works as a fashion designer but his my personal designer for when I have interviews or go on stage.

After my cover I got big. It was really shocking then I had to make a twitter account but in my star "Mystique".

I have sold my first album across the world which sold out quicker than one direction. Bet that bitches. In interviews they keep trying to get info about my life before fame and about my family but ignore them. I have done 1 world tour which was also sold out tickets plus met a lot of celebrities even BRUNO MARS.

Even though this was happening my heart kept breaking. People say you have the best life. I know that I have 2 lives one best and one worst. I wake up to fans, a great friend and career also I wake up to nothing. Yeah my friend loves me like brother and sister but I don't have anyone and I don't anyone besides Luke.

Today, I have an interview. Another one which is really annoying because they ask you the same questions again and again. The thing I hate is when they try to get into your personal life. I mean can they just fuck off, I need some space.

"Mystique, do tell us about your singing career?" This lady asked me.

"Well. I just sing, its not that hard plus there was a big clue in the question" I reply to her. I know it might sound rude but I just go home and sleep, maybe cry.

"Okay, tell us about Cameron?" She smiles at me. Fuck sake read over magazines.

"My gay best friend, who is like my brother" I say without snapping.

"Tell us about your family?"

I feel like crying. My family. Family. Luke. MJ. My other family Johnny, Katiy, Paddy and mum. Well, I only have Skype conversations with them and I won't bring them into the spot light.

"How about I ask you a question?" I say as she nods with nerves. "Why do you ask the same questions?"

"It's to see if we get more information"

"You would only get the same answer geesh, why you want to know about my family?" I had the courage to say.

"Because your life is a mystery which no one knows about" She tells me.

"It's staying that way"

I stood up as I start to walk away and I can hear the lady say that we haven't finished yet. I'm not staying here one second or I would crack.

I run outside as I feel the breeze hit my face. I'm free from the dreadful questions. I made my way home to go to bed. As I walk in the house I collapse to the floor with my back against the door, I start to cry my heart out. I have know one but 1 person. I think if the great times me and Luke did together. I remember singing to MJ which made her fall to sleep in my arms.

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LUKE P.O.V

The amount of times, I have tried to look for Isis and nothing worked. I keep hearing her voice but it turns out to be that amazing, beautiful singer Mystique. When I hear interviews from her, she has the same characteristics as Isis did. Is it weird that I think Isis is Mystique? It's impossible. Everyone keeps telling me its not her.

It's been a year since she left. She's 18 now, Mary-Jane is 1 and I'm 19. I wonder everyday what she is doing and how she is? Main thing is has she moved on? After 4 months I decided to start to do the Janoskians videos again. Mary-Jane can walk now. I video it because I want to show Isis if she ever returned. Before Mary-Jane goes to sleep, I open the music box and play Isis singing. Also I put all the pictures of Isis in Mary-Janes room so she can remember her.

Isis' family has came over about 3 times to visit Mary-Jane. I'm so glad that they carried on visiting us. Johnny told me that everything might blow over soon if not Isis would be happy if I moved on. Why would I move on? I don't think I would be able too.

On Mary-Janes birthday in the post was a card from Isis. Also there was a lot money that she sent over from God knows where. It was about $25,000. I put it away for Mary-Jane to use when she is older but every now and then I need to use the money for shopping because it was quite expensive.

Every night I cry myself to sleep. I hold myself together as I cry. Sometimes I look at my lock screen which is me, Isis and Mary-Jane in the hospital. It was the day she was born. Me and Isis are looking down at Mary-Jane with a huge smile on our faces while we have our hands entwined with each others.

The best day of my life. I couldn't ask for anything better. I would give anything to go and relive that moment. Maybe I would be able to change the past. Maybe me, Isis and Mary-Jane would be a family. The amount of times I dream of what the future would of been like if she was here. Like the one I had last night.

"Come on, Daddy" Mary-Jane is whining as she pulls me out in the garden.

I look round to see Isis not here but Mary-Jane run to the bottom of the garden. I stand as I can hear little giggles at the end of the garden. Suddenly, out of nowhere I was hit by a water balloon. I look up to see Isis and Mary-Jane laughing.

"YOU JUST GOT PRANKED" They both shouted as I gave a evil grin.

I went to the side of the house and grabbed the hose. I turn it on as water came out. I hear screams as I spray them with water. I stop to see if they are okay. I see them on the floor laughing. Isis and Mary-Jane stood up and gave me a hug while telling me off and how it wasn't fair. As Mary-Jane ran inside the house me and Isis stand there staring at each other in the eyes.

"I love you" I say to her as her face filled with happiness.

"I love you too"

The dream felt so real that it could happen. I almost wish that it will happen. Reality always hits me. Every time I wake up from the dream I cry because I know it will never come true.

I sit here watching Mary-Jane walk up to her rocking horse which she got while Isis was here. A smile grows on my face as I see Mary-Jane look at it like it was something amazing. I heard someone walk in who would be the boys or mum.

"Luke, guess what happened?" Jai said running into the living room.

"What?" I say as I look up at him.

"Mystique followed me on twitter" He says jumping up and down.

"Isis follows everyone" I sigh out loud.

"Isis? Its not her, Luke" He keeps trying to make me believe that she isn't her.

"Okay, sorry is there anything else?" I ask while I look at Mary-Jane.

"Oh yeah, Mystique snapped at this reporter! Someone video it and posted it on YouTube" Jai says as he pasts me his phone.

I sit watching and when the reporter asks about family, she snapped. This weird a lot of people would talk about it. As the video finished I just look at the phone. This girl looks, sounds and has same attitude as Isis. How can they not be the same person?

"That's weird, why would she act like that?" I ask him.

"Well, she is really sensitive about her family and she doesn't want anyone to know about her life or past"

"Is that normal though" I say but he just shrugs it off as he went over to Mary-Jane.

Could this be Isis? Or should I give up? Should I just not believe in anything anymore and just focus on the future?