Those Three Words - (Beau Brooks / Luke Brooks Fanfiction)

Chapter Thirty Two - Phone Calls

I answered it without hesitation, "Beau." My voice was thin and weak so Luke was unaware of what I said across the room from him.

"Isabella." His voice was shaking, and I'm sure he was just as confused as I was as to why he was calling me.

"Why are you calling me?" Luke's head shot up as I spoke a bit louder this time. My heart was thumping out of my chest, I could feel the blood and adrenaline being pumped around my body, fast. This was the first time I heard his voice since the break up, and it wasn't a good feeling.

"I don't know... I missed your voice." I was quiet, not really knowing what I'm suppose to say back to that. It was such a surprise and I hated surprises with all my life. "Isabella? Are you still there?" I hung up and threw the phone to the ground, before pushing my hand up against my mouth.

As Luke noticed the tears falling from my eyes, he knew instantly what this was about. He raced to look at my phone and looked at me with sympathy.

"Oh Bels." He ran over to me wrapping his arms around me, but the hug just made me cry even more. I don't know why that always happened to me, but whenever I got comforted from someone, it made me somewhat sadder. "What did he say?"

"He.. He.." I couldn't finish the sentence, my tongue was tied.

"You know what? Just forget I asked, don't speak." He kissed my head and hugged me once again.

"Luke..." I managed to get his name out.

"What is it?" He held my shoulders and his eyes seemed to be scanning my face.

"I... I need to be alone. Don't get me wrong, I... I love having you around but..." I found myself lost for alternatives, I had no reason why I wanted to be alone, I just did.

"It's fine, honestly." He kissed my cheek and grabbed his coat from the side. "Are you sure you're going to be okay?" He asked, concerned.

"I guess." I pulled him towards me by his t-shirt and pushed my lips to his, then his hands were placed on my lower back which pulled me even closer.

Before I knew it, the kiss was disconnected.

"I'll pick you up tomorrow for the barbeque," he kissed my head, " Get some rest to keep that face beautiful." My cheeks heated and he was gone. I was alone.

I don't know why but I went on my phone, knowing that I would most likely have a message from Beau and it would most likely kill me. I was right in a way, he left me a message. A voice message. Like that phone call wasn't enough to make my heart stop.

'I know what I did was stupid and I shouldn't have done it. It was really selfish of me to do that to you, I could tell by the way you dramatically hung up it didn't feel good.' I heard him laugh to himself but stopped, knowing this was no time for jokes. 'Anyway, I just want you to know I'm always here to talk and you don't need to feel the way you are feeling. I've heard from practically everyone that you aren't coping too well, just... Ring me.'

I'm not going to lie, that message made me feel like shit. I honestly didn't want any sympathy from Beau, and he was the person who split the two of us up, so why should I be the one feeling like I am.

I just threw my phone to the ground once again, I'm surprised it didn't break, and ran myself a hot bath.

I bathed for approximately 30 minutes, and I had to replace the water twice just to keep it hot. I had Devil May Cry by The Weeknd on repeat, his voice was soothing me internally and draining my sorrows. I got the towel from the rack and covered my exposed body with it, leaving my hair to drip dry. I decided to stand in front of the mirror and just drop my towel. I observed myself and felt disgusted. Was I not enough for Beau to be satisfied? Is that why he had to break up with me and move on so quick? Thoughts flew through my mind, more doubts about our relationship.