Beautifully Painful Secrets (BajanCanadian FF) [Completed]

Chapter Eighteen

-A/N-

SUPRISE! This is the last chapter. I might write a sequel, idk. But this is probably gonna be a long one. I have a lot going on so I figured I might as well wrap this one up. Kk hope you enjoy.

~Chapter Eighteen~

-Mitch's POV-

My first instinct was to take her to the hospital. I ran downstairs and swung the door open to see Jerome sitting on the porch crying.

"Jerome, get the car started. Don't ask questions, just do it. Now." I instructed. Jerome gave me a dirty look, but went and did it anyway. I ran back up the stairs and grabbed a blanket from the closet.

When I got back into the bathroom, I wrapped the blanket around Brooklynn. Tears had sprung to my eyes as I carried her down the stairs. I was happy to see that Jerome had followed my requests.

As soon as I opened the back seat doors, Jerome started asking questions. "What did you do to her?!" He screamed as I slammed the door shut and laid Brooklynn across my lap.

"I didn't do anything to her, bitch! Now drive the fucking car to the hospital!" I sobbed. Jerome nodded silently and pulled the car out of the driveway.

The whole car ride was silent except for my soft cries. There she was, why had she done this? Why had she done this to herself? I cleared my mind of these questions when I finally came upon the answer.

Me.

I was the reason she was cutting.

I was the reason she might be dead... This wasn't the first time I had said this.

"It should've been me," I muttered as Jerome pulled into the parking lot of the hospital. My eyes closed and I prayed for a miracle. Prayed that she was alive, that they were minor cuts. But I knew that they weren't. I knew these were serious. She was still bleeding, bleeding through the blanket and onto me.

Jerome opened the back door and grabbed Brooke out of my arms. Apparently I was supposed to close the door, because he didn't. He just ran toward the hospital doors. I jogged after him until I reached the doors, to find that they already had a hospital bed ready for her and were rushing her on a gurney to a room. 

Now all I could do was wait.

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The lady at the front desk approached me. "Are you Mitchell Hughes?" She asked. "Yes," I choked out. "Alright," she looked at me with sad eyes. "Ms. Hendersonn is available for visitors.

I nodded sadly and the lady guided me down the hallways to Brooke's room. When I walked in, I swear I almost passed out.

She lay there, tubes connected everywhere throughout her body. She looked so pale. Like she didn't even have blood flowing through her.

I gulped at the thought. She probably didn't have much. 

Jerome sat in a hospital chair, his forhead rested between his thumb and forefinger. His eyes were closed. I almost felt bad for him.

Even though we were in a fight, I walked over to him and sat in the chair next to him. I saw tears running down his cheeks and arms, so I rubbed his back.

Without looking up at me, he spoke. "The doctors say it all depends on fate." He said hoarsely. "They said there's nothing they can do at this point, other than what they've already done."

The news felt like a punch in the gut. I felt like someone had just shot me in the chest. I could barely breathe.

Jerome stood up and stroked Brooke's face. "They said she probably won't make it. There's a one out of five chance that she will." There was pain in his voice.

"It should've been me..." I muttered. "You're right, it should've!" Jerome's sadness turned to anger. "You should be the one laying in this hospital bed almost dead. Then you'll actually know what it's like! You won't be pretending to be dead just so Brooklynn will die inside. Because you know what? That's exactly what happened! She died inside! You broke her! You do realize that, right?"

My tears weren't tears of sadness anymore. They were tears of guilt. "You're right..." I said weakly.

"Yeah, I know I'm right! I know I'm right, Mitch! I know that you're the reason she's here right now!" I stood up when Jerome said this and grabbed the back of his shirt. "I get it," I forced out, as strong as I could.

Jerome spun around and threw his fist at my face. I dodged, and he slammed me up against the walls. Our faces were but an inch apart. "And now I'm perfectly cabable of making you the one in the hospital bed, Mitch. I can do it. Right now," he hissed.

I smiled and slammed my knee against his stomach. He fell backwards, hitting his head hard against the foot of the bed. "Yeah, Jerome? Maybe I'll be the one in the hospital bed. At least I'll be getting treatment that will help me. But you'll be in a prison cell. Getting nothing but cold meals and hatred."

Jerome's expression changed. He stood up and punched me in the stomach.

"I don't even know why you're still alive. Why haven't you--" He was interupted by a long beeping sound and a bunch of nurses and doctors rushing into the room.

One of the nurses pushed my and Jerome out, then slammed the door shut and locked it. Jerome and I gave each other dirty looks.

In about 10 minutes of akward silence between Jerome and I, a doctor came out. We both looked up at him with anxious eyes.

He shook his head. My heart sank. It shattered. My mind went blank. Everything started spinning. The last words I heard before I passed out were, "Brooklynn has passed away."

-A/N-

why

why do i do dis

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