Banana Bus Imagines Fanfiction

Trauma (Delirious x Brooke)

♡ All this Friday the 13th gameplay has me in the mood for some stockholm syndrome fanfics. ; ) And who is a better serial killer canidate other than H2Odelirious. ♡

Brooke's POV

It had been sunset in the summer air. Del Perro Beach busied and filled with youth and tourists. Riding ATVs in the sand and speed boats in the water, or simply skateboards on the concrete. We had all decided to enjoy the day and order food at many stands dressing the docks. The break from work actually feeling good quite nice as it brought smiles to my family. Even Tyler had been laughing and enjoying himself.

I'd simply read my book though, it was about what went on within the mind of the most nortorious killers. While also listening to the conversations and simply smiling when Nogla would stutter or Wildcat would make fun of him. I sat inbetween Brock and Miniladd at our table across from Delirious, Cartoonz, and Ohm.

"Brooke why are you...."

--...While we are eager to help, we tried to make clear belief that there is, in fact, no such thing. Every crime has a motive. It's our job to learn enough about what goes on inside the heads of men who commit these types of crimes, so that the WHY can lead us to the WHO. "

"Brooke.."

Suddenly I was pulled from the book as of hearing my name.

"H-Huh? What N-Nogla?" I asked a bit off track and lost in my thoughts.

"I asked why you had decided to wear a skirt with a jacket in 90° weather."

I blinked and noticed Delirious' gaze on mine through his mask. Perhap he was just tired but he had not seemed to be in a good mood all day.

"O-Oh.. well.."

"Yer gonna overheat and die." Nogla said casually, taking a bite out of his frenchfry. Miniladd and Ohm laughed.

"Heh.." I'd simply reply. They should know by now that I just prefer to wear thick jackets and hoodies all year round. I was shy about my exposing my arms, unhealed bruises from my childhood dressed them. Thoughts of my father came back, but my light heart smile would not diminish because of it.

Brock gave me an encouraging smile, he was the only one who knew about the bruises that never healed. Besides that it was just dawning to me that maybe all this time the passerbys of Los Santos had given me a side eye because of wearing hoodies in hot weather, I supposed it was always sort of a weird habit of mine. As everyone else wore tank tops. Even Delirious who's muscled shoulders and tattoos exposed sorta had been distracting.

"Well I mean.." Nogla continued

--... It mustve been my imagination but He has been eyeing me ever since I sat down. His brown eyes seemed to hold that usual coldness, but it was almost hypnotic. That Psychotic laugh should be ringing through the air right now.. but it wasn't. Luke even looked a bit distressed. But I'd keep eye contact every few moments because I could not resist before submissively looking away out of guilt.

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Delirious' POV.

She hates you.

Brooke Hates You. Judging You. Critizing Every inch of Ink. Every blemished scar. She looks away because she cannot stand her ground and cannot stand you.

"Brooke will not die!"

I felt myself glare at Nogla. I felt eyes stare at me and my combustion, but I couldn't react properly. Simply incapable of controlling my movements or thoughts.. it started after waking up from another dream about the abuse.