unpredictable : mgc

Chapter 39.

Brooke's POV

Negative.

They all said negative.

I sighed in relief and hugged Luke.

"Oh thank god." I said. I heard him chuckle.

"You happy now little miss?" He laughed.

"Yeah." I smiled. "I wouldn't have known what to do!"

But then I thought, if it wasn't pregnancy, then what are all these pains I've been getting? Am I ill? Am I gonna die?

Hahaha, funny Brooke.

I ain't dying, before you know it, I'll get over this weird stomach/head/limb flu? I feel pain all over my body, so what's that called?

"You didn't answer me, though." Luke reminded me. Damn.

"Answer what?" I asked, playing dumb.

"Why'd you think you were pregnant?" He asked again.

I sighed. "Forget it."

"No, I won't forget it." He said. He unwrapped his arms from around me and held my hands as he stared into my eyes worryingly. "What's wrong?"

I couldn't say no. But I didn't want to say yes. His pleading eyes broke me to a thousand pieces.

As I was about to say something, a stroke of pain cursed through my body causing me to collapse and groan in pain. Luckily, Luke caught me in his arms before I hit the floor. Pains kept rushing through me, making me hiss in pain and cuss a bit. I tried standing up but failed. Luke looked terrified, he's never seen me like this.

"Let me get you back to your room." He mumbled. He picked me up bridal style and carried me back to my room before laying me on my bed.

"Thank you." I managed to mumble.

"Brooke, are you okay? What the fuck happened?" He questioned. I held up a finger telling him to wait a minute as more pain surged through my body, causing me to bite on to pillow and scream. This is excruciating. I can't bear this. But I don't want to go to the hospital or anything. This is just temporary...

Right?

As I finished screaming I lifted my head, panting slightly.

"I'm calling Michael and taking you to the hospital." Luke said.

"NO!" I yelled, causing Luke to jump slightly.

"I have to. Something's seriously wrong, Brooke. This isn't normal. You don't even have to tell me you're in serious pain, it's pretty obvious." Luke said.

"No! Please...don't." I said.

He sighed in frustration. He ran a hand through his hair before facing me. His tensed jaw softened when he realised I honestly didn't want him to. He let out a defeated sigh. "Why not?" His voice was barely audible and it cracked slightly. I saw his eyes gloss slightly.

"No, no, no! Please don't cry!" I pleaded. He shook his head and wiped his eyes.

"I just..." he let out another frustrated sigh. "I hate seeing you like this! You're in pain! And you're not letting me do anything! Something is seriously wrong, Brooke! This isn't a flu! Do you think I'm stupid? I saw your calendar! I saw the day you marked! You're three days behind on your period! You just collapsed in my arms! You're like my little sister, and I can't bear this, and I could tell you right now Michael would side with me. Why? Why won't you let me take you to the hospital?!"

"Calm down. This is probably temporary, I'm not gonna worry anyone." I replied.

"But what if it's not?! What if there's something wrong?!" He said. He ran his fingers through his hair again.

"Always so positive, aren't you Luke?" I said sarcastically. But honestly he was being a bit annoying now.

"I'm allowed to worry about you, I don't want it to be really bad. I can't loose you. I know I've got the boys, Char and Shay...but what if you weren't here?" He said. A tear running down his cheek.

Right, that's it.

"Luke, I love you too, but shut up! I'm not gonna die, everything's fine! It's probably just a flu. Don't think like that. Don't put things into my head." I mumbled the last bit.

"I'm sorry..." he said, obviously realising I was starting to get worried too. Which I was.

"Besides..." I mumbled. "Did you actually think you'd be able to get rid of me that easily?"

He chuckled. "I guess not." But his face turned more serious now. "I'm letting you off this time, only because...to be honest I don't even know why. But if you ever feel like this again. Call me."

"Thank you, Luke." I smiled. "You going?"

"Er...I really should, it's 5:30 in the morning. But I don't wanna leave you." He said.

"Go. I'll be fine." I smiled. He returned it, but it was more of a sad smile. "Thank you for everything. You didn't need to do this. But you did. And thank you for that."

He smiled at me for a second. He looked down at the ground avoiding my gaze.

"Brooke..." he asked me in a quiet voice, biting his bottom lip, still not lifting his head up.

"Yeah?" I asked him, my tone as quiet as his.

"How long has this been going on?" He asked me.

"Uh...when I was depressed it happened, and then it stopped, and then it started ever since that day at Shay's house." I answered truthfully.

"It's been a week of constant pain." He said. He didn't even sound as if he were asking, he sounded more as if he were stating it as a fact.

"I guess, but it's not bad." I lied. Yes, it was bad. Real bad. And a lot worse than last time.

"It is bad." He sighed. God damn it Luke, reading my mind and shit.

I didn't answer him. We were in silence for a painfully long time. He was gazing at my calendar for some reason. But I knew he wasn't actually reading it. His eyes were there, but his mind wasn't.

"Go home Luke, you need sleep." I said. He sighed through his nose before chuckling a bit.

"I can't sleep." He said simply.

"Why not?"

"I get nightmares about my dad." He replied.

"Why?" I asked. "Wait...did you end up seeing him in Brisbon?"

He bit his lip and nodded a bit.

"Fuck Luke..." I mumbled. "Why didn't you tell me?! What did he do?!"

He didn't answer, he pulled his shirt down a bit and lifted his head up, revealing his neck...why would I-?

Oh.

There was a thin scar across it. It was thin, but noticeable. My mouth dropped. Did he do that? His father?

"He did it." Luke sighed.

"Wh-What happened?!" I asked, begging.

"A story for another day." He said. "Goodnight Brooke, call if you need anything."

He turned to walk out and before I could say anything, he was gone, and my bedroom door was closed. I sighed.

"Thanks Luke." I mumbled to myself.

I started feeling the pains come back, but I ignored them and rolled over to sleep. I don't feel anything when I sleep.

Goodnight world.

A/N: So...what about this then?

Boring? Idk

I need to start making this a bit more Mrooke don't I? Ugh.