My Niece's Teacher

CHAPTER 16: Brooke's POV

BROOKE

        I have been in this room for what felt like forever.

       The entire time though, I have tried escaping or at least trying to find a weapon, but nothing.

        It's been a long time since I was here and felt this close to death.

        For some reason I started thinking that maybe this was my fate.

        I wasn't sure how long it would take for Deuce to find me. So I began thinking that maybe, just maybe, if I killed myself, then everyone would be safe. Drake would no longer have a way to hurt Deuce and then maybe he could take Paige far away.

         I then began thinking what it would've been like if things did work out. What if Paige, Deuce and I became a family? That would be nice.

        My thoughts are immediately interrupted by the sudden noise of gunshots being fired downstairs along with yelling.

        I knew it was Deuce. It had to have been. When I heard him yell, it was confirmed.

        I began hearing the noise of heavy footsteps coming up the stairs and was afraid it might be Drake. So I tried pushing over the dresser against the door but wasn't able to fast enough as suddenly the door was kicked down and sure enough, it was Drake.

        "Come on, Bitch!" He yells out as he walks up to me with a gun and some blood on him.

        He begins pulling me out the room and looks around to make sure no one was coming.

        We then see Deuce and Frank, along with a few of his other guys following up behind him up the stairs with their guns drawn.

        "I wouldn't do that if I were you." Drake warns them as he puts a gun to the side of my head.

        "We both know you aren't going to do anything as long as I'm pointing my gun to her head." He tells Deuce.

        "You and I both know you're full of shit!" Deuce says.

        Wait, isn't he not supposed to be insulting the guy who has a gun to my head? Does he not know that Drake may shoot me?

        "Yeah, I guess you're right. Well, on to plan B." Drake grins and he yanks me by my arm and the next thing I remember, I'm pushed hard off the balcony on the second floor and land right onto the floor.

        "YOU SON OF A BITCH!" I heard Deuce yell out from upstairs and though my vision was blurred and the voices were muffled around me, I could still feel the pain in my arm. I know for sure it has got to be broken.

        I see Frank down on his knees beside me and picks my head and holds me a little bit.

       "Are you okay Brooke?" He asks.

       "What's going on?" I ask.

       "You're going to be okay." He assures me.

       Though I can hear him, I still am feeling a little out of it.

       Then I see Deuce bend over and pick me up bridal style and walking me out to their car and I end up passing out.

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        When I woke up, I was in the bed of mine and Deuce's bedroom.

        I looked down at my arm and saw a cast on my arm that seemed to be covered in writing and a couple of drawings.

        I try and sit up and then hear the door open up and hear Deuce.

        "Baby hold on. Let me help you." He says as he quickly comes over towards me and helps adjust the pillow behind me as he continues to help me sit up.

        "Thank you baby." I tell him.

        "Of course my love." He smiles at me and kisses me on the forehead.

        He takes a seat next to me in the bed.

        "What happened? How long was I out?" I asked.

        "We found you the same night he took you. Which was a week ago. And you have been in and out of it ever since with the medicines the doctor had given you.

         "Oh. And what about Drake? Is Paige okay?" I start to ask.

         "It's okay. Everything is gonna be alright now. Paige is fine and Drake is gone." He assures me.

        "What happened?" I wasn't sure at first if I wanted to hear about it, except the bigger half of me wanted to know or more like needed to know.

         "Are you sure you want to know?" He asks.

         "Yes." I nod my head and reply quietly.

         "After you were pushed off the balcony of the second floor and fell, I beat the living shit out of him until one of my men pulled me off and then I ran to you. Then after bringing you home from the hospital, we took care of Drake. We tortured and branded him just as he did to you, I found out from him towards the end so you will never need to worry about him again." He says.

        I look down at my cast. "Thank you." I tell him.

        "Don't thank me. I should have been there for you." He says.

        "No. Not just for Drake, but also for that night, years ago, when you found me in the closet. The night you and your guys broke into his house, you didn't hurt me or anything." I tell him.

          There is a silence between us for a brief moment and then he says something.

        "I have felt guilty about that." He tells me.

        "Why would you feel guilty?" I asked.
  
        "Because I didn't save you. I didn't get you out of there when your eyes were screaming for help. And I left you there." He says as he looks away.

         "Hey, look at me." I tell him. He still looks away. So I bend over a little and place my hand on the side of his face and have him look into my eyes. "It wasn't your fault. You weren't the reason I have lived in fear so long. And you have saved me." I tell him.

         I could see his eyes begin to water as he looks almost as though he is about to break down and cry.

        He then places his hand gently on the side of my face and we put our foreheads together.

         "I love you." He tells me.

         "I love you too." He says.

         "And I love you both!" We hear Paige say excitingly as she runs into the room and hops onto the bed in between us, making us laugh.

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