𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐟𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐡 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥 (𝐝𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐝 𝐦𝐨𝐬𝐜𝐨𝐰 𝐱 𝐨𝐜)

>when did you know?<

hi okay so this chapter is not the happiest, hence why i'm putting a trigger warning. so if you get triggered by suicide, mentions of abuse, stuff like that, please read at your own risk. i care about all my readers so if you ever need someone to talk to, please feel free to do so. i will stay all up night talking to someone if it means they don't hurt themselves or at least try to. also, i am not trying to romanticize any of these things, except spread awareness!!

I woke up around 1 am to find myself in Christian's arms. I was wearing his shirt and he was just in sweet pants. Our cloths we're thrown all over the room. It all came back to me slowly: the note, my dad, Christian, and the heated hook up. We didn't reach 3rd base though.
I slipped out of his grip and sat up, looking at him. He slept so peacefully. I rubbed my eyes and got up, collecting my clothes. I found a note pad and pen writing:

Thank you for tonight. I wish I could stay, but I need to go home. See you tomorrow on set.
Smalls<3

I put my close on and placed the note leaning against the desk lamp. When I was done, I grabbed the keys to the car and quietly shut the hotel door. I left the hotel and headed back to the apartment.
When I got there, Davey was sitting in the living room. He quickly got up when I entered.
"Where the hell have you been all day?" he whispered yelled.

"I was dancing, like I told you this morning."

"Brooke it's 1 am! The studio closes at 5!!"

"Okay so I went to go see a friend and I lost track of time. Why do you care so much about me now?"

"Because you're not talking to me. I know you're mad and you have all the right to be. I fucked up big time, but I was also drunk, even though that's no excuse for what I did. Now that you're not talking to me, I'm worried about you. I want you to be safe that's all.

"Why?"

"I care about you Brooke. Always have and I always will. You mean so much to me and I don't want to lose you. Moving away was hard enough. Jeez, I almost lost you when we were little and I don't want to ever be in that situation again."
He brought it up. The one thing we promised to never speak on again. I wasn't mad anymore, he did still care.

"I'm not suicidal again."

"I know, but I wanted to make sure. The only time you wouldn't talk to me was after what I did and when you were hiding what your dad did. I didn't want to be the reason you tried to take your own life again."

I started crying. He rushed over to me and hugged me tight. Davey held me close and kissed the top of my head. He rubbed my back gently as I cried for a good 20 minutes. When we pulled away, he wiped the tears from eyes with this thumb. I stayed wrapped around him, not wanting to lose him.
"Shhh, it's okay Brooke. I'm not going anywhere. I'm right here."

"Davey, I was at Christian's."

"I know."

"How?"

"He called me and told me everything. It was after you feel asleep," Davey explained, "Don't worry I'm not mad at you for kissing him. It makes us even."

"Oh," I whispered. I took a moment to consider if what I was about to say next was a good idea. I went for it anyways, "Was I the other girl? That night you said you liked two people. I knew one was Elle, but was the other me?"

"Yes, the other girl was you."

"When did you know?"

"I've known my whole life Smalls."