Roadtrip Oneshots

Brandy, Let Me In

Thanks for the request xx
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Andy

My heart breaks when I see Brooklyn hidden in the corner of his room, face pressed into his pillow.

He's my little brother, or as good as, and it kills me to see him so upset.

I shut the bedroom doo quietly behind me, or enough that he knows someone's there.

We've given him space, but enough is enough.

He's been isolating himself, missing his dad. He won't admit it, but I know what's going on. It's getting to that time of year, and it always tears Brook up.

I hear him crying late at night, early in the morning, but when I go to come in he screams at me to leave.

But it's been five days. And now I have to intervene. Especially since now Brook's resorted to posting on Instagram; I miss you dad. I'm sorry.

As much as I admire Brook's bravery about posting that, I also understand that it might upset the Roadies to see him in such a state. To have them speculate about what's happening.

'Brook? It's Andy,' I call softly.

The pillow doesn't do a good job of muffling his sobs. I sigh, the sound tugging at my heart.

He's so miserable and lost that he doesn't even hear me.

'Brook?' I say louder.

And then he howls. The sound is so inhumane, that I collapse next to him and pull me to him. He says nothing. Whimpers and cries. Grips me so tightly, but I don't care. He's shaking and trembling, crying. I just hold him. Rock him. Pull him onto my lap. He latches on. Legs around my waist. Head in my chest. Cries. Cries. Screams. Cries.

'You're okay. You're okay. I'm right here Brooky. I'm right here, and you're not alone anymore,' I tell him. Whisper in his ear.

He chokes on a sob. 'I feel so alone.'

I squeeze my eyes shut. 'You're not anymore. I'm right here.'

He cries. Sobs. Cries. Cries. Cries some more.

'I don't know if I want to talk about it,' he manages to squeeze out between breaths.

I kiss the top of his head brotherly. 'We don't have to talk. Not yet. But just let me in Brooky. Let me in,' I plead.

He nods his head weakly, doesn't stop crying. Cries. Cries.

'You're okay Brooklyn. I'll help you,' I say, 'and that's a promise.'

Brooklyn manages to stop crying for a second, before another sob comes out.

'I won't leave you alone again. I'm fighting you this time. No matter what,' I promise.

My heart lifts a little when I hear him stutter a chuckle, but it's quickly muted by another sob.

My knees are growing numb, but I don't care. I just hug Brooklyn close to me, my little brother.

After all, my little brother's hurting. I can never leave him alone. Not anymore.

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"If only New York wasn't so far away."

Love WolfGirl.❤️

PS. I hope you guys enjoyed this little trilogy :)