Those Blue Eyes

Chap. 65: You're Okay

(Picture of Evan Taylor Above)
*Brooke's POV*

             The cops looked at us like we were nuts. But we showed them the pictures and articles. They called every hospital and every mental place I've been in for the past 3 years. Then they called in to every foster care and adoption agency to look for my baby girl.
Renee called Lucy and Lucy called Terri and Terri called Kayla's husband Paul and he called Austin. All to get a hold of Evan. My hands violently shake. I told the police about the abuse and torture I've experienced from every mental health facility I've been in. Numbing me with drugs, not even searching to see if there's anyone out there who is missing a wife, starving me—taking my daughter away from me. They didn't even let me hold her or name her. They documented all of my torture and abuse by video. All of it. I hope they didn't destroy it all before he cops can collect it all.
          Renee, the first person to ever since Evan, holds me close to her and hugs me. I violently shake. I want Evan so badly! I can't wait to hold him again. I can't believe I forgot about him all these years! The first thing I'm going to tell him is that he wins! He was right! We had a HUGE fight over Bonnie showing up to the wedding reception last minute. Evan thought I was overreacting. Not that I think about it, Evan was right. I still don't agree but he's right. He'll always be right now.
             Renee wipes my teary eyes. "It's going to be okay, Brooke. It's all going to be okay."
             "I've been gone for so long!" I cry, "It must have hurt him!"
             Evan must have been a wreck! He must have hurt so badly! My poor Baby. Officer Elm walks up to us.
             "We're searching for your daughter now. I'm sure he's fine." He says kindly, "We're still trying to contact your husband."
               "Thank you." I sniff.
               "Do you need some water? Coffee?" Officer Elm says, "Maybe a room to rest in. You've been through a lot in the past 48 hours."
              Brooke nods. "What I need is my husband. I need him."
                Officer Elm nods to me, walking off. Renee rubs my arms comfortingly. God, my head is spinning.
                 "Brooke, go to the bathroom. Okay? You need to wash your face a bit." Renee helps me up and walks me to the bathroom.
                I splash the water on my face and Renee grabs the towel paper for me to pat my face down. She pats my back comfortingly. I grip the counter, watching my knuckles turn white.
                "What if he doesn't want to see me?" I can barely talk above a whisper, "What if he moved far away?"
                  Renee shakes her head at me angrily. "Don't talk that bullshit! Evan broke down at the funeral. I've never seen a man unravel his egotistic masculinity like he had. He cried and begged and screamed to God to give you back to him."
                 Tears escape my eyes, my hand flies to my mouth. Sobs escape my lips, drool and slobber running down my lips. Renee grabs a few more paper towels and wipes it all off me, wipes it off my clothes and hands and the counter. My death broke Evan! It broke him! Oh God! He must have been in so much pain! My body collapses to the ground, I cover my face as I shake my head. NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO! I wish I could wake up from this nightmare! Wake up next to Evan and it all be okay like it used to be. I can't see anything, my eyes are blurred.
           "Brooke, you need to pull it together! For Evan, at least." Renee says firmly, "You don't want him to see you like this. It would make it worst!"
             I nod to her, wiping my slobber and snot off my face and clothes. I am such a mess! Rene helps me up, wiping my tears away with the paper towel.
              "Evan is going to be so happy that you're alive!" Renee grips my biceps, looking at me in the mirror. "He's going to do what he used to do; take care of everything."

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        Renee and I walk back into the office station. I wipe my tears as she guides me.
          "See? You're okay." Renee hugs me, assuringly.
            I look over at the—

~~~~~~ to be continued ~~~~~