Written in the Rockstars (Completed)

Chapter 27- Leaving Her Mark

Lucy's P.O.V

" What about my brother? " Melanie questioned.

" I... um. I need his phone number. "

" Christ, Lucy. Do not tell me that you fancy my idiot brother. "

" I do not fancy your idiot brother. "

I heard a chuckle from Melanie's end.

"That's good.  Why do you need his phone number? "

"It's a long story. "

" I have all day. "

I didn't answer.

" Luuuuucy? "

" He's the father of my baby. "

" Yikes."

I couldn't help but laugh. 

" Is that your story? " She asked.

“I guess."

" It wasn't very long."

~●~●~

"Morning, " I grumbled,  padding down the stairs in my favourite pink slippers.

Jack glanced up from his newspaper and smiled weakly. He took a sip of his drink, before checking his phone.  He sighed,  before turning back to his breakfast.

" Nothing more from Annabel?" I guessed as I slumped down onto a chair and propped my chin up with my fist.

He shook his head.

" Lost your tongue? " I teased.

" You know what, Lucy? I'm not really in a very good state of mind right now.  So I'm sorry if how I interact with you isn't satisfying,  but I'm kind of missing the love of my life right now and hoping that she's not dead," Jack retorted angrily.

I held my hands up in surrender,  before shuffling over to the kettle.

" Sorry," Jack mumbled.

" It's fine. I'm worried about Annabel too.  Let's just be positive though. She'll be fine. "

I stirred my coffee absentmindedly, staring through the kitchen window.  I couldn't stop thinking about Brodie.  I needed to talk to him,  but every time I dialled his number, I chickened out.  I would hear his husky voice and end the call. 

" You stirred that enough?"

I started as Jack's voice dragged me from my thoughts.

" What?"

He smirked, "You've been stirring that for a good few minutes now. I would've thought it would be stirred enough."

" Uh... yeah."

I wrapped my hands around the mug, the heat seeping through my pale skin.

"Are you okay?" Jack asked, folding his paper.

I nodded,  taking a sip from my mug.

" Lucy. You know you can talk to me," Jack pressed,  leaning forwards.

"I know, " I said,  "But this isn't something that I want to talk about."

Jack sighed, before standing and leaving the room,  his shoes pattering on the tiles.

Lucy.  Stop being a coward,  I scolded.  I wandered over to the landline, rummaging in my pocket for the scrap of paper with Brodie's number on.

I picked up the phone and waited as it rang.

" Hello?"

I swallowed the lump in my throat as I identified his deep, husky voice.

" H-hi."

" Who's speaking? "

" It's- It's Lucy."

" I'm afraid you're gonna have to tell me a bit more than that."

" It's Lucy Anderson.  I'm Melanie's room mate.  We met at her party. "

" Ah. Lucy Anderson. "

" It's Brodie, right? "

"Yup. We got quite close at Mel's party,  if I remember rightly. "

" You remember rightly.  So. I guess there's no easy way to say this, but... I'm pregnant. "

" Congrats."

" Do I have to spell it out to you? "

" What?"

" It's your baby, Einstein. "

" Oh."

Neither of us spoke.

" I-"

At that moment,  Jack burst through the door, his face paling by the second.

" Lucy! " Jack cried.

" Listen,  Brodie.  I've gotta go. I'll sort this out later. "

I placed the phone down and turned to Jack. 

" What's wrong? "

" It's Annabel.  She's been shot in the arm.  She's in hospital. You're mum's there too."

I gasped, my eyes welling up with tears.

"So Annabel went to save her? And she did. But she got shot in the process, " I noted.

" They say that she'll survive," He told me, smiling widely.

I hadn't seen him smile like that in a while.

"Can we visit her? " I asked eagerly.

" Yes! C'mon let's go! "

He sprinted from the kitchen and pulled his shoes on at full speed. He was like a little boy,  giddy with excitement.  It was quite adorable.

" Slow down a bit!  Pregnant lady over here, " I reminded him,  walking considerably slower than him.  He smiled apologetically as I slipped my feet into my moccasins.

I climbed into Jack's car clumsily, sitting back in the plush,  leather chair.  Jack appeared on the driver's side. As the engine awoke with a growl, he turned to me.

"Who were you talking to on the phone?" He asked.

I hesitated.   "It was Brodie. Melanie Wilson's brother. "

" Melanie Wilson...?"

" My room mate from Manchester. "

"It's just..." He sighed,  "What did you mean by 'I'll sort it out later'?"

I placed my palms on my swollen abdomen and  rested my gaze on my tattered, suede moccasins.  I could feel Jack's eyes piercing me.

"It's really not important, Jack," I assured him,  " We need to go and see Annabel. "

Jack frowned,  before nodding reluctantly. 

I turned to look out through the window, exhaling slowly.

Lucky escape.

A/N: Hi ! So... have you figured it out yet?  How has Abbey left her mark?  And I also just want to thank anyone who is reading,  I really appreciate it ! 1000 reads!  Wowieeee! Thanks so much !

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