Love Us To:A Val/Brooke Story
Chapter2:Tantrums
She didn't know how she'd endedup at Hank's apartment. She didn't even really care. It was to
much for her to try and handle all at once. Had her father ever cared about them at all. Any of
them. So this Bridget Morgan, the girl her father had just announced as their sister, was only a year
older than her. She hated her father right now. Maybe she'd hate him forever.
She knocked on his door. (Lets pretend shes fifteen) Hank opened looking pretty wide awake.
"Brooke"he said.
"I'm sorry to bother you Hank. I just couldn't be at home right now"she explained as he let her
walk through the door. He closed it behind her but not without looking out into the snow storm that
was brewing.
"So whats up?"he asked watching her expression, which to him looked painful.
"Before Rain left to go back to New York, she told me you were a good listener"Brooke sat down.
Hank smiled. "Yeah I'm pretty good at that."
"Well my dad just told me the worst thing in the world"she sighed as Hank sat next to her.
"What did he tell you?"
"He told us two days before we go to Mass and tell our sins that he had an affair"tears started to stroll down her face.
She just kept coming. She didn't like crying in front of people. She tried to be strong. But it just hurt to much. To her, tears, were like an unforgiving pain. Once someone saw you cry they saw you could be weak.
"God Brooke I'm sorry. Maybe I should call Val to come pick you up or something"Hank started to get up.
"No"she said standing. "I'll leave if you want?" Brooke looked into his eyes. Searching them, seeing sorrow.
"Hey look I don't want you to get hypothermia so you can stay here for a while"he smiled as she sat back down.
"Thank you"smally she whispered.
At home Val was in her room.A million thoughts racing through her head. Not about Tyler. Not about Brooke. But her own life. She had to figure out a way to deal She just couldn't take the pressure. She grabbed the neares thing. A picture of her father, and hurled it at the wall. It crashed into splinters. Soon she hearded padded feet come to her door.
"Hunny are you okay in there"her father asked.
"Yeah dad I just threw a picture of you against the wall. I suggest you stay clear. That could be you next"Val bellowed out to her father.
He sighed and left to go to into his own bed room.
Chapter2:Tantrums
She didn't know how she'd endedup at Hank's apartment. She didn't even really care. It was to
much for her to try and handle all at once. Had her father ever cared about them at all. Any of
them. So this Bridget Morgan, the girl her father had just announced as their sister, was only a year
older than her. She hated her father right now. Maybe she'd hate him forever.
She knocked on his door. (Lets pretend shes fifteen) Hank opened looking pretty wide awake.
"Brooke"he said.
"I'm sorry to bother you Hank. I just couldn't be at home right now"she explained as he let her
walk through the door. He closed it behind her but not without looking out into the snow storm that
was brewing.
"So whats up?"he asked watching her expression, which to him looked painful.
"Before Rain left to go back to New York, she told me you were a good listener"Brooke sat down.
Hank smiled. "Yeah I'm pretty good at that."
"Well my dad just told me the worst thing in the world"she sighed as Hank sat next to her.
"What did he tell you?"
"He told us two days before we go to Mass and tell our sins that he had an affair"tears started to stroll down her face.
She just kept coming. She didn't like crying in front of people. She tried to be strong. But it just hurt to much. To her, tears, were like an unforgiving pain. Once someone saw you cry they saw you could be weak.
"God Brooke I'm sorry. Maybe I should call Val to come pick you up or something"Hank started to get up.
"No"she said standing. "I'll leave if you want?" Brooke looked into his eyes. Searching them, seeing sorrow.
"Hey look I don't want you to get hypothermia so you can stay here for a while"he smiled as she sat back down.
"Thank you"smally she whispered.
At home Val was in her room.A million thoughts racing through her head. Not about Tyler. Not about Brooke. But her own life. She had to figure out a way to deal She just couldn't take the pressure. She grabbed the neares thing. A picture of her father, and hurled it at the wall. It crashed into splinters. Soon she hearded padded feet come to her door.
"Hunny are you okay in there"her father asked.
"Yeah dad I just threw a picture of you against the wall. I suggest you stay clear. That could be you next"Val bellowed out to her father.
He sighed and left to go to into his own bed room.