Beautifully Painful Secrets (BajanCanadian FF) [Completed]

Chapter Ten

Chapter Ten

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~Brooklynn POV~

I woke up on the couch in the living room of the Team Crafted house.

I could hear yelling coming from the kitchen. It was Jerome and someone else that I didn't recognize.

My arm hurt and so did my stomach. I clinched it and called weakly, realizing how weak my voice was, "Jerome... Help..."

He didn't hear me. He was too busy yelling at whoever.

"....she's just a girl!" I could hear Jerome say.

I could hear a muffled voice. I couldn't understand what they were saying.

"No! You're not understanding how much trouble you've caused!"

More muffled voices,

"Brooklynn thinks you're dead. The rest of the guys are telling her that too, making her believe it. You even manipulated the doctor into telling her you were dead!"

Was it Mitch? It didn't make sense. Mitch was dead.

"She' being tortured. And you're to blame."

Jerome started to cry softly. He walked out of the kitchen and to the couch.

I tried to play it off cool and pretended to be asleep. I think it fooled him.

Jerome picked me up and carried me up to his room.

He set me tenderly into his bed and put a light, yet soft, blanket around my shoulders.

He walked to the other side of the room and grabbed his chair that he always sat in when he was on his computer.

Jerome pulled it over to the bed and sat in it, watching me.

He leaned forwards and intertwined his fingers together. He rested his head on his hands.

"I'm sorry about this, Brooke," did he know I was awake? Was he just talking to me in my "sleep"?

It was about 5 pm. I wasn't sure if I should pretend to wake up or not, I wasn't sure if I could calm my thoughts yet.

I opened my eyes and Jerome stroked my cheek.

"Morning, beautiful," he said softly.

"You're not mad at me anymore?" I asked, my voice weak as ever.

"I kind of got over it," he replied. "Plus I feel really bad for you because of what I'm about to tell you,"

This scared me. I really didn't know what to think. "W-what is i-it?" I stuttered.

"Mitch isn't dead." He looked away.

"What? But I thought..."

"They lied to you." Jerome cut me off, knowing what I was going to say.

"Why?" I could feel the tears swelling up in my eyes and the sobs built up in my throat.

"Mitch was going crazy without you. He needed you, but the guys thought it would be best if you never saw him again because you would yell at him again and he would go crazy again," this was a lot to take in. But I still continued to listen. "He was threatening to hurt himself. When he got into the hospital, they told him that you were dead. That you had killed yourself,"

"But..." I started. Jerome held his finger up to my mouth. "Let me finish,"

"I came in once they had left and told him the truth. He said that he wanted you to think he was dead because he wanted to start a 'new life'."

"A new life? You mean... One without me?"

Jerome nodded sadly. I felt the hot tears roll down my cheeks. Jerome ignored them and continued.

"He said he needed to move on but he couldn't," I buried my face in my pillow to try and stop the tears. "Mitch said that the only way to move on was to begin all over again. He said he wanted to move back to Canada and start everything all over again. Ditch all of us, ditch you, leave all his stuff behind and just... Restart,"

"It's not that easy," I whispered.

"I know, but Mitch doesn't," Jerome came and sat on the bed with me.

I sat up on his lap and rested my head on his shoulder.

He wrapped his arms around me and kissed my head. "I'm sorry," he said again.

"It's fine. It's not your fault," so cliche. Nice one, Brooke. That probably didn't help at all.

I looked back at Jerome's eyes and melted. He smiled sadly at me.

I broke down into tears and Jerome lifted me up and laid me down in my back.

He hovered above me and cupped the sides of my face.

"Don't cry," he panicked.

"But... It just... Hurts... So... Much..."

"Shh, shh, I know it does,"

I heard the door open and Mitch walk in.

"Listen, biggums. I'm sorry. I know, I messed up. But--" Mitch stopped mid-sentence when he saw Jerome and I making out.

"Jerome?!" He yelled.

Jerome sat up, startled.

Mitch grabbed him and pushed him off the bed.

"No!" I cried.

Jerome tried to get back up, but Mitch kicked him back down.

"Are you raping her?" He demanded.

"No, Mitch! It's not what it looks like!" Jerome protested.

"It looks like you were making your move on Brooke!"

"Why do you care, Mitch? You broke up two years ago!" Jerome screamed, gasping for air as Mitch held his foot on Jerome's chest.

"I care because--" Mitch didn't know what to say.

"I don't," he finished and walked out..

"What was that?" I yelped.

Jerome squeezed his eyes shut and stayed on the ground.

"Did he really think we were...?" I asked.

"Yes," Jerome replied.

"Well was it true?"

"No," Jerome hesitated.

"Were you going to ask if you could?" I felt like crying. Again.

"Yes... No... Probably, maybe! I don't know! I was hoping you would start it,"

"I would've said yes, you know," I stood up and walked out of the room, slamming the door behind me.