The Reason [Snowbarry]

Understand

Understand (n.) perceive the intended meaning of words, a language, or speaker.

Brooke pov:

I stand in the girls bathroom staring at the mirror. I hear girls laughing as they walk into the bathroom. They instantly stop when they see me and start whispering to each other. Tears well up in my eyes but I blink them back. They start laughing again, this time at me.

"She's not even pretty," one of them says, a stale door opens revealing Natasha.

"How about you leave her alone?" She says.

"Whatever," the girls leave.

"Brooke I-" Natasha starts.

"No," I walk away exiting the bathroom.

"Brooke!" I continue to walk forcing back tears. "Brooke!" I suddenly find myself lying on the floor.

"Watch where you're going next time," the girl from the bathroom says. Tears slip out of my eyes. I stand up collect my stuff and walk to class.

***

"Hey Brooke, how was school?" My dad asks as I walk into the house.

"It was fine," I say.

"That's all?"

"What do you want me to say?" I ask. "School was school, it was fine!"

"Why are you yelling?"

"Just leave me alone!" I run upstairs.

Barry pov:

I sigh and put my face in my hands. Something is wrong, I know it but I don't know the first thing of trying to understand it. I hear a knock on the door, I get up and answer it.

"Natasha hi," I say.

"Hi Mr. Allen, um c-can you give this to Brooke." She says.

"Why don't you come in-"

"No, no I-I really can't stay long."

"Okay, is everything okay?"

"Yeah, um can you just give that to Brooke and... t-tell her I'm sorry." She shoves an envelope into my hand. "I have to go, bye." She turns and runs down the steps and into to her bike. She hops on her bike and rides away quickly.

I turn the envelope in my hand before closing the door. I walk up to Brooke's room and knock on the door.

"Brooke," I try to open the door.

Brooke pov:

I bite my thumb so I don't make any noise as I push myself up against the door to my room.

"Brooke please open up." I take my thumb out of my mouth and take a deep breathe.

"No," I say.

"Brooke please," he says, I cry harder so I bite my thumb again. "I'm sorry," he says. "I'm sorry I yell, I'm sorry I missed your presentation, I'm sorry Brooke, I'm sorry." I can hear that he's crying. "Natasha told me to give you this, and she says she's sorry."

"I don't want her note." I say.

"What do you want then?" He asks.

"What was high school like?" I ask.

"What?"

"What was it like to get good grades and be a star player, and be popular?" I ask.

"Um it's was good I guess," he says.

"What was it like to completely break someone and still be loved by... everyone?" I ask gritting my teeth.

"What?"

"You were no different than any of those high school kids." I say angrily.

"Brooke,"

"You bullied someone to the point that they wanted nothing more than to disappear, to float away and not have to think about anything anymore. They didn't want to think." I say wiping my tears. "So no, I don't want Natasha's note, and no I don't want your apology." I snap.

Barry pov:

"Goodnight Brooke," I walk into my own room. I lie down on my bed and close my eyes.

She didn't want to think!

I open my eyes as tears roll down my face. My own daughter hates me. How did this happen.

A/n: an update yay