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Chicago

Brooke sat in her car crying; she didn't start to cry till she pulled up into her parking spot in front of the apartment building she and her daughter Betsy shared for the last three years. She didn't want to go up to the apartment until she got a hold of herself and made herself presentable, she didn't want her babysitter to see that she had been crying and start asking all kinds of questions. She just sat there and thought about how her day started and the cruel twist it took.

Flash back

"Hey Brooke how are you doing?" Mrs. Johnson asked as she walked into the school library.

Brooke looked up from the book she was putting a new card into and smiled at her friend, "Hi Cathy, I'm doing all right, how are your classes going?"

Shrugging her shoulders Mrs. Johnson picked up a book and looked at its spine. "Same as it is everyday." She put the book back on the cart, "how is li'l Betsy doing?"

Brooke's face just lit up at the mention of her little girl. "Oh, she is doing just great." She set the book down on the cart; "How is your little boy doing?"

Mrs. Johnson followed Brooke as she pushed the cart between the book shelves, and replied, "he is doing great too, he said his first word last night."

Brooke stopped and turned to face her friend, "What did he say? Was it mommy?"

Mrs. Johnson hung her head and shook it. "No, it was booby."

Brooke's hand covered her mouth trying to hide the smile and to suppress a laugh. "Oh no, please tell me you're joking."

Mrs. Johnson shook her head, "I wish I could." She waved her hand at Brooke. "It's alright to laugh, we did after the long talk we had about appropriate words to use around our baby boy."

Brooke let out a small laugh before recovering. "It is a little funny."

"So how are Michael and you doing?"

"We're doing good, I've decided to tell him we can move in together since the wedding date is getting close." Brooke answered.

Looking at Brooke, Mrs. Johnson raised her eyebrows, "Really? When?"

"Today, I told him that I'm going straight home after work, but I'm getting off early today so I decided to surprise him at his apartment instead." She told her friend. "My babysitter agreed to stay with Betsy a few hours longer so we can...you know."

Mrs. Johnson smiled, "Umm celebrate?"

Brooke smiled and nodded. "Yes."

Mrs. Johnson looked at her watch, "I better get going my next class starts in less than fifteen minutes." Before she reached the door she turned back to Brooke. "Good luck sweetie and have fun."

Brooke blushed and waved to Mrs. Johnson. "Bye, Cathy."

As Brooke reached the door to Kelso's apartment, she was nervous, she couldn't wait to tell Michael her decision. After opening the door and walking into the apartment she noticed that the TV was off and the lights were out. She knew that he was home, his car was in its spot out front; maybe he was asleep, he did take naps. Before she went deeper into the apartment she looked around, yes he'd grown up a lot since they first met. You could tell just by looking around the living room, it was clean of all beer cans and pizza boxes, there were no fire crackers or matches lying around, yes he took her seriously when she told him none of those things should be in the apartment unless they were locked up. Yes he'd grown up; there was food in the pantry and the fridge. The furniture was new and clean, no clothes were ever just tossed on the floor. Yes, it was time they took the next step before the wedding. She decided to sneak into his room and wake him in a special way. But when she got to his bedroom door she heard sounds coming from the room, so she quietly opened the door a crack and peered in and she couldn't believe what she saw: Michael in bed with some blonde bimbo, Brooke's hand went to her mouth. She closed the door, slowly backed away from it and headed out of the apartment back to her car.

T7S EFB

On her way back to her apartment she decided she needed to get out of there, yes running away wasn't the answer but she just didn't want to be in the same town with him now. Brooke got out of her car and smoothed out her clothes then headed up to her apartment. The memory of what she saw was still weighing her down, her feet felt like lead weights and her heart was still breaking causing her to drag her feet. When she got to her apartment she just stood there and took a few deeps breaths to calm herself down, then she straightened up and smiled. When she walked into her apartment she greeted her babysitter. "Jenny can you do me a favor and go and get Betsy's bags and pack some of her stuff, then bring them down to my car on your way out."

"Sure Brooke, you two leaving for the weekend?" Jenny asked her.

Brooke nodded, "Yes we are, actually we might be gone a lot longer than that, so let me pay you now." She dug into her purse and took out the envelope with Jenny's money and handed it to her.

Jenny took the money, "Thank you Brooke, I'll go and get those things for you now and take them to your car."

"Thank you."

When Jenny went into Betsy's room Brooke took out a sheaf of paper and a pen.

Dear Michael

Please do not try to contact me, after what I saw you doing I no longer wish to have anything to do with you at all. Do not worry I will not keep you from seeing Betsy, someone will be in contact with you to let you know when and where you can pick her up so you can spend time with her. But once again please do not try to get in contact with me at all, I don't ever want to see you or hear from you again.

Brooke.

P.S. The engagement ring is yours to keep I don't want it.

After Brooke wrote the letter she removed the engagement ring, folded the letter and placed both into the envelope. She sealed it, wrote his name on it and placed it on the counter. She picked up the phone and called her best friend.

"Jackie Burkhart speaking, how can I help you?"

"Hey Jackie this is Brooke, look I'm on my way to Kenosha." Brooke wiped a tear from her eye. " I was wondering if Betsy and I can stay with you for awhile?"

Jackie got a bad feeling. "Whats wrong Brooke?"

"I'll explain when we get there, can we stay with you?" she asked again.

"Of course Brooke, you don't have to ask, you and Betsy are more than welcome here, as you know I have more than enough room." Jackie could tell something was wrong and she had a feeling that Michael was at its heart.

"Thank you Jackie, we'll be there in about two hours." She hung up, then headed into her bedroom to get her stuff. When she finished packing she stepped out of her bedroom and looked around her two bedroom apartment, the place she called home for three years and sighed then headed out the door.

On the road to from Chicago all she could think about was castrating Michael and pounding that blonde bimbo's face into the wall till there was nothing left but a bloody pulp, she so wanted to do that to that two timing no good cheating bastard and his little blonde bitch. But the more rational part of herself was the dominate part of her personality, that's why she was able to walk away. She knew that violence would only give have given her a temporary sense of satisfaction, her heart and their relationship would still have been broken. It didn't end with a bang, but with a whimper. Brooke and little Betsy finally pulled up in front of the home of Jackie Burkhart. During the entire trip from Chicago to Kenosha, Wisconsin she was able to keep her emotions in check but as Jackie opened the door the dam burst, the tears started to flow and Jackie took both Brooke and Betsy into her arms and held them tight. After a few minutes Jackie led them to the couch, "What happened Brooke?"

Brooke took a deep breath and looked down, "I caught Michael in bed with another woman."

"That dumbass." Jackie said with scorn in her voice. "I can't believe him, I thought he changed for the better after Betsy was born." Jackie balled her hands into fists and thought of putting her foot in Michael's ass.

Brooke gave Jackie a sad smile."Are you sure we aren't putting you out?"

Jackie placed her hand on Brooke's arm, "Brooke you and my god-daughter will always have a place to stay no matter what." Jackie stood up. "Now lets get you and Betsy settled in then we will order some take out, OK?"

Later that night Jackie was laying in bed looking at a picture, "Charles why do people have to be such dumb-asses?" She reached out and caressed the handsome face in the picture. "I miss you so much my love, good night." She closed her eyes and drifted off to sleep.