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"I had so many dreams coming into this," she spoke, finally breaking. "And now, I'm losing all of them. Everything I've ever loved is gone. Even you."
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- CHAPTER FOUR - "WHO SAID CRYING MAKES YOU WEAK?"
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October 8th, 2019 4:31 pm "It's not like I wanted to drink that much, it just happened," Brooke explained her Las Vegas endeavors to her father as they walked through the airport. The duo were walking towards the location her Elite friends would be entering through in a few moments once their flight would land. The five would ride together to their hotel for the next two nights for Dynamite and would be celebrating the successful debut of the show later that night during dinner.
Chris chuckled at his underaged daughter, knowing that she was a reflection of him when he was younger; however he knew that would only lead to lots of alcohol consumption and hangovers. "Great job, Brooke. I'm sure your mother is proud of you for discovering a love for alcohol and me for condoning it," he joked, missing his wife more and more every day but finding ways to deal with the pain.
Brooke smiled at the thought of her mother, also feeling the void that her mother filled until she died. Though the blonde was still coping with that loss, she was grateful to have loving people around her to help her through it.
Brooke readjusted the strap of her rather-heavy backpack before continuing towards their destination, seeing chairs up ahead. "Call it what you want, but I'm just having a good time while I have it," Brooke shrugged, winking towards her father as she ran ahead to set her bags down and wait for her best friend and her favorite brothers to arrive at the airport.
Chris straggled behind before finally reaching his daughter once again, who was throwing her blonde hair into a messy bun as her glasses threatened to fall from her face. Effortlessly, her hair fell into place as she felt her father sit next to her. "And what did Tyson say about the 'good time' you're having?" Chris teased his daughter, knowing she would get a ride out of the comment as Tyson was openly straight-edge.
Brooke immediately glared towards her father, growing annoyed with all of the people around her bringing Tyson into every conversation. He is her best friend, but that doesn't mean they have to be a thing. Tyson was too old, and besides, he didn't look at her that way.
That's not saying that she would be opposed—Brooke did find the wrestler insanely attractive and astonishingly talented.
"Dude, Tyson has nothing to do with this conversation," she spoke, standing her ground on the matter.
"What conversation?" a familiar voice piped up from behind the petite woman, causing a smile to appear on her face as she turned to see the curly hair.
"Tyson!" Brooke squealed in surprise, temporarily hating her father for setting her up the way he had. Chris, on the other hand, smirked at his daughter's flustered state, realizing that she indeed did have a little crush on the older man. He hadn't felt great about it, but Chris knew that Tyson would never pursue Brooke. Chris just hoped that Brooke wouldn't get her heart broken over the feelings she felt for him.
