𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐟𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐡 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥 (𝐝𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐝 𝐦𝐨𝐬𝐜𝐨𝐰 𝐱 𝐨𝐜)

>yet another heartbreak<

That night I got a cab home from the hospital. David had walked out and I sure as hell was not about to get in the car Christian. When I got back to my apartment, David wasn't there. Mrs. Moscow was already sound asleep in her room so I didn't even bother asked her where he was. I quickly opened the door to my room to see everything was just like it was.

     The notes were placed on my nightstand. I picked them up and crumbled them, throwing them out. I even considered burning them, but I felt that idea was a little far fetched. On my nightstand I had two pictures. The first was of David and I as kids on Christmas morning. The other, one of the last pictures of my brother.

     I picked the one up of David and I first. We both looked so happy. The joy on our faces made me a little sad. Back then, we always got along and never had to worry about arguments or cheating. Now, we couldn't even stay acquaintances, never mind friends, to save our lives. I put the picture back down and picked up the other. Despite the fact that we both were being abused, we could still put on a fake smile.

I didn't realize how much time had gown by until a knock came from my door. "Come in," I called, wiping the tears away.

"Did you stay up all night?" Kenny asked.

"I didn't even realize I did until you came," I answered.

"Who's in the picture?" he questioned, sitting next to me.

"My brother Ben. He died when he was 13. I was only 7."

"Ah yes, I know the story. I figured it was him because you two look very alike. Is the other one of you and David?"

"Yeah," I said, grabbing the picture, "Christmas morning, I don't know what year."

"He looks somewhat the same. Yourself on the other hand, changed quite a bit," Kenny remarked.

"Trauma is a very life changing thing," I said, "It can really change someone. Sometimes for better and sometimes for worse."

"What happened between you and David?"

"What makes you think something happened?" I asked.

"Brooke I have many skills. One of them just so happens to be reading people. Clearly something happened because you're out of it. Now tell me what happened."

I hesitated at first to make sure I was going to say the right. When I was ready I started, "Christian finally stopped by yesterday as I was getting ready to leave. I asked Davey if he could step out so we could talk alone. I don't know how we got there but Christian kissed me, David heard, and now I don't know where he is."

"Did you kiss back?"

"No, I would never. I tried to tell Davey that, but he wouldn't listen. He said he needed a break and just walked out on me and now he's gone," I cried.

"Hey easy Smalls. It's going to be okay in the end," Kenny hugged.

"What if I never get him back? Like, what if he never wants to be friends with me again?"

"You and I both know that's not going to happen. You need each other. Just let him take some time to realize that he can't live without you and everything will be okay."

Suddenly the front door opened. Two muffled voices appeared but I could place who they were. Kenny looked at me and I gave him a look of confusion. I got up to go see who it was and low and behold, to my luck it was Davey and Elle.

"Davey where the hell were you?"

"Like you care Brooke," Elle smirked.

"I didn't ask you Elle. I'm talking to Davey here," I said looking at him. I already knew what his answer was going to be. The hickey he 'tried' to cover up said a lot.

"With Elle."