Hidden Secrets - A Beau Brooks Fanfic

Chapter Sixteen

"Beau! Beau please! If this is some payback for leaving you, then I'm sorry! Please, don't do this!"  I watch as he swings his legs over the railings of the bridge. Calved into his arm are the words 'I didn't deserve you' . Everything, everything had just changed. It was just like the first day we had met expect this time.........I was him and he was me. He was the one, preparing himself to jump, taking  one last look at Melbourne and then.........

"Beau!" I scream, rapidly opening my eyes to the sight of the hotel room. Sweat is clinging to my forehead and my hands are all clammy against my face. I fumble around the table searching for my phone. To my relief when I find it I have several missed calls and a message from him.

Im so sorry, Dahlia. I can understand if you hate me..

Love Beau x

Quickly I reply, hoping that he had managed to return home safely. 

Im fine. Its just.....yeah, I'm fine.

I lie there for a while before adding and extra bit on

Hope you got home safe.....x

A few hours pass, with just me thinking over things. It wasn't until about 8am that I heard a knock at my door. When I open it, I am met by no other than Beau himself. Strange I thought.

"Dahlia, Im so so so so sorry"

He has huge bags under his eyes and he looks like he had been crying. Without second thought I wrap my arms around his neck and bury my face into his collarbone, inhaling the comforting smell of his house. I didnt care why he hadnt left yet, the point was he was here and safe.

"Its just I was angry with myself about the whole Jasmine thing and then obviously the desk girl and then I thought I had really hurt your feelings and then you left and the desk girl took me back to her room and we were on the bed together and the whole time she was giving me head, the only person I could think about as you and then-"

"what?" I interrupt him, pulling away slightly astounded by what was coming out his mouth. 

"I said all I could think about was you and-" he says again, this time slower as if I hadn't heard him the first time. But boy had I heard him.

"Beau...... how.....how could you....." I whisper and my eyes start to sting again. His upset face softens and he goes from sad to shocked.

"Oh shoot, Dahlia, no, I didn't, no shit, Dahlia I didn't mean it like that, it wasn't like that, she dragged me there, please Dahlia, just you have to understand"

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I don't know what happened after that. I think I must of fainted or something, because when I woke up I was in a different hotel room and Beau was sat on a chair beside me. I think about saying something but the footsteps coming from around the corner make me decide against it and I pretend to still be asleep.

"Is she awake yet?" I hear a voice asked. It sounded like the reception girl. Beau replies gruffly with a low no and I can almost sense the sadness in his emerald eyes. Maybe I should just forgive him? There's some more shuffling before Beau speaks again.

"Please just go, what happened last night, it didnt mean anyway. Im sorry if I appeared to be leading you on but I just want to be alone with Dahlia right now."

The reception girl agrees and I hear the door open then shut which announces her leaving. I lie there for a few more minutes before eventually opening my eyes.

"Hi......." I whisper, sitting slowly up in bed. Beaus head rapidly turn and he gives me a watery smile. 

"Hey...." he replies and I reach out to his hand to signal to him it was okay.

"Dahlia, I dont know how many times I can say this, and honestly I wouldn't be surprised if you dont forgive me. But from the bottom of my heart, I beg you to do so" 

I couldnt not forgive him. He was all I had right now. Yes I was still curious about Jasmine his mysterious girlfriend. Yes I was cross about him lying to me, and yes I was absolutely fuming about him almost but not quite sleeping with the slutty reception girl. He was a mess. But he was my mess. With a shy smile I lift up the covers and raise my eyebrows. Instantly his face lights up and he gets up off his chair to snuggle down next to me. A sweet aroma of washing powder flutters out of the checked quilt as he wriggles around a bit and then my fingers interlock with his and he places a soft kiss on my forehead.

*Beau's POV* (sorry, Dahlia's POV was a short one)

Being without Dahlia for only a few hours had left me with a nauseous empty feeling and the return to a bleak hotel room made it worse. To take my mind off things, I decided to unpack, but it wasnt long until I gave up and slumped back down on my bed with my phone in hand. With little to do, I decide to give Dahlia a call, but I am only met with the calm voice of the answer phone. I try several more times but in the end I relent and send her a text instead.

Im so sorry, Dahlia. I can understand if you hate me..

Love Beau x

Minutes passed without a reply which soon turned to hours, then eventually I fell into a deep sleep.