The Secrets Inside The Tower Walls
Summary: "I don't want my daughter to be a diabetic," Brett sobbed quietly as Curtis leaned towards him. "Give him five or something. Cut the cameras. Hey, pull over please. Will you guys give us a minute?" Everyone nodded. After all, Curtis was project manager, why wouldn't they listen to him?
So this is my latest story, be sure to let me know what you think! I know this is a short chapter, but I kinda just wanted to "set the scene" so to speak. Very big thanks go out to HeartbreakDX for being my beta for this. You guys should definitely check out her stuff, she's an amazing writer. And without further ado, here is the story.
What had started off as a good day in Trump Towers quickly took an upsetting turn for one member of team Rock Solid, Bret Michaels. Upon getting a text message prompting him to call his ten year old daughter Raine, Bret stepped out for what was originally thought to be a short, happy chat. As he returned to the room, however, the rock star relayed the news he had just received to the rest of his team. "Guys, my daughter is being tested for diabetes."
For most of the day after that, Bret kept himself moving and only occasionally stepped outside to talk to his daughter and get updates. He surprised most of the group with his ability to stay seemingly focused on the task at hand. Well, at least until they got in the van that evening.
"I don't want my daughter to be a diabetic," Bret sobbed quietly as Curtis moved closer to him, compassion showing in his beautiful blue green eyes.
"Give him five or something. Cut the cameras. Hey, pull over please. Will you guys give us a minute alone?" Everyone nodded. After all, Curtis was project manager, why wouldn't they listen to him?
Bret turned away from the younger man and wiped his face. "Sorry, I don't usually cry. It's just, my little girl…" He trailed off and looked out the window as tears started streaming down his face again. "I'm sorry…"
Curtis placed one hand on Bret's knee and squeezed it reassuringly. "Don't be sorry. It's okay to cry." He reached the other hand up and gently turned Bret's face towards his own. "You don't have to apologize to me. I'm here for you, any time. Okay? We can either bring that guys back in now, or have a few more minutes if you want to wait."
"I'm better now. Thanks," the older blonde said with a nod as he wiped the tears from his eyes. Curtis shot him a smile and let his hand drop from the other man's face to his shoulder.
"You know I'm here for you if you need it. Any time, all you have to do is come to me. And I mean that. Any time, doesn't matter when. Got it?"
"Yeah. Thanks man. Let's bring em back in. Can't keep em out there forever."