We Were Supposed to Grow Old Together
A/N: Ok, so I am writing again and I can't sleep, so if this sticks it is because I'm living on 3 hours of sleep.
A/N 2: Ok, this takes place at the very first episode. It starts at the time when Reba yells at Brock "You, you ruined everything! We were supposed to grow old together!"
A/N 3: Also, in this story Cheyenne & Van are collage graduates. They are about 21 and have been dating since high school. And Reba and Brock are in their late thirties.
Summary: True love is hard to come by, so when you have it; don't throw it away. (In other words, don't be a monkey's butt!) You'll have too read it too learn more.
Declaimer: I don't own anything but the story line.
Enjoy
Chapter Two: Mama Knows Best
Brock is sitting at the table thinking about his visit to Reba's house. He dials the phone.
"Hello." Elizabeth answers.
"Hi mom" Brock says.
"Oh, hey honey, how are you? How's Reba and the kids?" she asks, not knowing about the divorce or BJ.
"They are doing well." Brock lies.
"Brock Enroll Hart don't lie to me." Elizabeth says.
"Mom, have you even thought that you did something to completely ruin everything? Like you could never fix it?" He asks.
"Well, no. Have you? What have you done now?" Elizabeth says.
"I screwed things up with Reba. She's everything I've ever wanted and needed, and I messed it all up!" he cries.
"I'm sure what ever you did you can fix it with a lot of begging and apologizing." She says.
Brock tells Elizabeth about everything that has been going on.
"Brock, what have you done? How can you do this to your family? And to Reba? Brock, this is not something you can erase. Your choices are going to either make or break you." Elizabeth says.
"I know mom, but I want to fix it." He says.
"You still love her, don't you? You are still in love with her."
"No." He says.
"Don't lie to me. I know you still love her; I can hear it in your voice." Elizabeth says.
"Okay, fine. I do. I still love Reba, but I can't do anything about it." He replies.
"You have to tell her." Elizabeth says.
"I can't; she won't listen to me. She's sick and she would not even tell Me." he says
"She's sick? With what?" Brock's mother asks.
"I don't know, but she was throwing up when I went over there. And she said she's been sick for a month or two." He says, completely oblivious.
"What did she look like?" Elizabeth questions, starting to understand.
"What? Why do you ask? You've seen her before." He says.
"Just answer the question." She retorts.
"Fine. She was very pale. Her hair was dull. And her eyes, oh those once beautiful crystal blue eyes were dull and gray. Those eyes were once as bright as diamonds. And her voice, oh that sweet angelic voice was so cold and lifeless" He says.
"Oh, yeah, you defiantly are still in love with her." Elizabeth says, smiling.
"Mom! Why do you want to know all this" Brock says, getting frustrated.
"Oh, my Lord!" Elizabeth says, finally fully getting Reba's situation.
"What!?" Brock asks, completely oblivious.
"Brock, Honey. You have to tell Reba you still love her. She needs you." Elizabeth says, very excited.
"No, I can't tell her. She doesn't need me anymore. She's strong, smart, pretty, beautiful, gorgeous…." He trails off.
"You have to tell her!" Elizabeth says.
"No! I can't." He says to her.
"Brock, she needs you right now and you love her. Go to her tell her how you feel! Good Luck! Bye." She says and hangs up the phone before her could answer.
Brock still has no idea what is going on. He knows he loves Reba, but he doesn't know how to tell her. What am I going to do now? I hurt her; she'll never take me back now! But, mom did say that she needs me, and I need her too. I should tell her, maybe it's for the best. I'll tell her. Then we can work out our problems together. He thought.
He gets into his car and drives towards Reba's house. He walks up to the door and comes inside.
"Reba, we need to talk……" he trails off when he sees her. She looks even paler than before.
"Brock, I really don't feel like talking'. She says in a weak voice.
He walks over to her. She looks like she's about to collapse.
"Reba, we need to talk." He repeats.
"Brock……." She whispers and then collapses in his arms. He catches her and tries to wake her.
"Reba! Reba, come on wake up. Reba!" He screams when he sees blood.
She is barley conscious, but she hears sirens and voices. Then everything is black.
A/N: Again, I know; this stunk. I have some other ideas, but I want to know what y'all think about it first. Is it worth continuing? Let me know.
Until I write again.