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Chapter 3: Remade Promises
It was about six in the evening when Brooke arrived to the cemetery. She had told her parents about needing to be there for Isaac and they agreed. They told her to be careful and that if anything happens, she shouldn't hesitate to call. But she knows that they mainly agreed to let her out with Isaac and most likely stay most of the night at either his house, or have him stay at theirs, was because of today's date.
For today marked the date of his brother's anniversary death. Today was one of the two most dreadful days of his life, and how she wished that she could make him feel better.
But according to him, just being there for him, was enough. And she would that for him.
When she walked into the grounds of the cemetery, she was greeted with headstones of the deceased. People who she had known, people who there before she was born, and people who just lay there forgotten, sleeping while time passed on.
But despite land so filled with death, she found these grounds calming. She wasn't a Goth girl who enjoyed being around the dead. But the reason that she liked the cemetery was for the isolation that it brought and the calm feeling. This was the place that she and Isaac would go to afterschool, for his mother and father would tend the grounds. This is where she would laugh and smile with Isaac; she would help him and his family whenever she could, even if it was just dusting graves.
Even her brother would feel calm here, since him and Camden would spend time here as they would help out as well, or drop off their younger siblings, while they attended swim team practices.
But now despite the calm and quietness, this place would finally mean what it means to those that have lost their loved ones.
For her, this land made her feel remorse and melancholic. And if she felt this, she couldn't even imagine what Isaac would feel, since he would work here just about every day and be here for longs hours.
She walked deeper into the grounds, still searching for Isaac. She wanted to call his cell phone, but she had a feeling that Isaac would not pick up his phone. To she continued walking, in search of her best friend.
Finally there in the clearing, in the only part of the cemetery that resembled a park, for it was used for the picnic area, was Isaac lying on the grass. He was lying on the grass looking up at the twilight sky. He was looked like he was staring into space, while his mind was wandering through so many thoughts. She knew that by the soft smile on his face that he was remembering Camden and his mother.
Seeing Isaac there was a rare sight to her. Usually anytime that Brooke came to the cemetery, he was busy working the backhoe, setting up a new grave, or busy doing something else. She never understood way he had to work so hard, she rarely saw his father, while Isaac would be busy working the night shift.
She saw Isaac rub his eyes softly and immediately knew that her best friend Isaac Lahey was crying. And if there was one thing that Brooke hated the most was seeing her friend cry, for seeing him tear up made something in her chest constrict. It pulled the strings of her heart, and knew that someone like Isaac should never tear up.
She walked over to him, and silently lay next to her best friend.
Isaac was so deep into his thoughts that he didn't even notice Brooke lying down next to him, until he felt something warm on his hand. He turned and there was the face that could bring him out of the darkest depths of his mind.
"You came", he said with a soft whisper, afraid of breaking the silence.
"Of course I would, I said I would. Besides what kind of best friend would I be if I left you alone", she said smiling, withdrawing her hand from his.
Isaac immediately missed the warmth of her hand on top of his. He wanted to feel that again, but he knew that he couldn't. Because her touch meant so much more to him, than she would ever know. But the moment the word 'friend' left her mouth, he knew that she would never think of him as anything but a friend.
But he knew that being her friend was better than nothing. He would accept being there for her in any way he could, even if it's not in the way he wished.
"I just figured that you might not show, since it was getting late", he trailed off.
He was selling himself short. Like he always does. This was one quality that he had made a habit of, a habit that formed when his father would insult him and call him worthless. And it's a habit that he felt that he might not ever get rid of.
And to Brooke it was a habit that she disliked the most about him.
She propped herself on her elbow and faced him. She had a glint of annoyance on her face. She hated that anyone would talk bad about her best friend, including her best friend Isaac. She wouldn't allow himself to talk bad about himself; because he was a great guy and he needed to understand that.
"Isaac, you better not be talking bad about yourself, besides I would be here regardless if you asked me or not, I mean Camden was my friend too, he was a good friend, so let's go and take care of his grave and get of here before it gets late".
He nodded and believed her words. He stood up and wiped the few blades of grass on his clothing before reaching out to help Brooke up as well.
Her small hand was engulfed by his larger one and brought her up to her feet. He stared at her, as she was only a few inches from him. He loved how the last rays of the sun bounced off her auburn hair. This really was the girl that he was crushing on, the girl that was making his heart her home, and she didn't even know it.
She was everything that Isaac wasn't. She was brave, smart, and wasn't tainted with a dark past. She stood up for what she thought was right and just and didn't care what others thought of her. She was basically everything that he wanted to be, but he knew that he couldn't be that.
He knew that he would never be brave, loyal, or strong. He knew that he would never be able to defend her from others, like how she does for him. He knew that he could never change to be everything that Brooke would ever need. And he knew that she would never feel what he feels for her. But he didn't mind since as long as she smiled and was happy, that's all Isaac could ever want. But that didn't stop him from not having feeling for her.
Brooke didn't know what to do. Isaac was smiling at her, but something was different about it. She didn't know what it was, but she knew it was different. There was something warm and cherishing in his smile, but as she stared into his eyes, there was also a glint of sadness in them as well.
"Isaac, are you alright?" she asked him.
Isaac snapped out of his small trance. He had been doing that a lot. He would just stare at her in the eyes, and see the girl that he was slowly developing feelings for. And he was so glad that these lingering gazes were not affecting their friendship.
"Yea, just really glad that you're here", he said with a smile.
Brooke finally withdrew her hand from Isaac's and began walking off in the direction of where Isaac's brother's gave was. She walked away from him in hopes that he would notice the small pink tint on her cheeks.
Isaac walked behind her, and suddenly felt his heart pang with despair. He had mildly distracted himself from today's date, but now as he was walking over to the grave he was reminded of it.
Each step that he took made his heart ache. Each step that he took reminded him of how alone he was, of how alone he was at the place he should call home. He reminded of how his brother would defend him from his father's threats and beatings, but most of all he was reminded of how much he missed him.
They finally made it to Camden's grave and right beside his grave was his mother's as well. The pang of his heart was suffocating him. He felt that he couldn't get a deep enough breath, no matter how deep or quick he would take them. He felt that was having a panic attack, similar to the way he has a panic attack when his father locks him in the refrigerator in the basement. He wanted to cry, but his shallow breaths wouldn't allow him that. He felt that he was going to pass out from lack of air.
But then he felt a soft warm hand take hold of his. He turned and there was Brooke looking up at him with saddened eyes. He looked down at her and looked down at her hand holding his and back to her emerald colored eyes. Finally, what after felt like a long time, he took in a breath. He felt his body take in a large breath and was back to breathing normally, but that didn't stop the aching in his chest.
"You know that it's ok to cry", she said looking up at her best friend, "no one is going to judge you" she concluded softly.
And just like that tears began running down his face. He no longer held them in and just began pouring out his inner anguish.
He let all his inner sadness and anguishes out. He cried over his father's beatings. He cried over the loss of his brother. He cried over a loss of his mother. He cried over the loss of his once happy family. And he cried over the thought of being left alone, alone without his best friend. He was afraid of being left alone and without Brooke. He couldn't lose her too. He had lost too many things and he would never want to lose her as well, because she was one of the last few good things left in his life.
Brooke was overtaken with Isaac's tear. She felt her own heart constrict the moment she saw that Isaac was crying. He was not made to cry, or to feel this kind of pain. She thought that Isaac was the last person who deserved this kind of pain. He deserved to smile brightly at the world and laugh at jokes. He deserved to go to school without being picked on or feel insecure about himself. But she knew that she couldn't change a thing but she did the only thing she could do for Isaac, and that was to be his friend and comfort her best friend, like how he does for her.
Brooke pulled Isaac towards her with the hand that was holding his. Isaac was at first refusing but then came towards her, standing only inches away from her. Then she let go of his hand, but she didn't notice Isaac's hand reaching out to find her again and bask in her warmth and comfort.
Brooke wrapped her arms around Isaac and placed her head against his chest near his shoulder, since he was taller than her. She listened to the erratic beating of his heart. Brooke began rubbing his backs in soothing small circles. Isaac was stiff, not expecting her to hug him like she was doing. He took in a breath and momentarily stopped his tears to see if this was really happening.
"It's ok Isaac, just let it all out, I'm here for you", she whispered into his chest.
Isaac instantly brought his arms up and wrapped them around her warm frame. He brought her closer to his body and let his tears fall again. He rested his head on top of hers and just let the tears fall. His sense of smell was invaded by her and he didn't care instead he buried his nose in her hair.
Brooke was suddenly sharing in his pain, for she started to cry as well. She cried knowing that she would never understand the pain that Isaac is feeling. But she also cried over losing two very important people in her life. Johanna, Isaac's mom, was like a second mother her, she took of her when her parents her parents were busy with work, she could confide in her. She great woman and an excellent mother as well, and she didn't deserve to be dead, and neither did Camden.
He was like a second brother to her. She would remember how he and her brother, Eric, would play pranks on her and Isaac, or teach them other stuff like to ride a bike. He sweet to Brooke and protective of her, as well making sure to hurt anyone who would make fun of her and his brother.
She was brought back to reality when she felt Isaac wrap his arms even tighter around her and bring her closer to him. She didn't mind but she was engulfed by his body and scent. There it was again the small tingle that spread itself through her body and she couldn't understand what it was.
She ignored the feeling, but it was difficult to do, since Isaac was digging his nose into her ear and hair. So instead she just listened to his heart and ignored the feeling.
Isaac was still crying and then there he realized that he couldn't lose Brooke and finally spoke.
"Promise me that you won't ever leave me", he whispered into her ear.
Brooke felt her cheeks tint pink at the closeness of Isaac. She had boyfriends before but there was something about this contact that made this far more intimate than that, and the fact that Isaac was breathing on her ear, it didn't help the blush from stopping.
She looked up finally placing space between them and saw his tear stained face looking down at her, and she knew that he was being serious.
"What?" she said.
"Promise me that you'll stay and that you won't leave me like how everyone else does", he said through tears.
She finally understood what he meant. He didn't want to be left alone.
"I promise" she said looking straight into his cerulean eyes.
"You promise what?" he said, wanting to hear her voice even more.
This reminded her of when she and Isaac were kids, except now she understood that this wasn't a joking manner like when they were kids. This was important and serious. This meant so much more to him now than when they were kids who promised to be best friends forever.
"I promise that I won't leave you, I promise that I will be your friend and that you can count on me for anything", she said while never taking her eyes off of his cerulean eyes, "Do you promise that too?"
"I promise that I'll be there for you just how you'll be there for me and that you can count on me for anything and that I'll be your friend too", he said back to her.
His shaking hands reached down and took hers in his larger one and then wrapped his pinky around her smaller one. She understood what he was doing. It was exactly like the way like when they were kids, except now this meant far more to him than when they were kids.
"Pinky promise", he said looking down at her hand and then looked up to her eyes waiting for her answer.
She looked up and saw his pleading eyes and knew that he needed this and who was she to deny him of that. She tightened the grip of her pinky around his and kissed it, locking the promise like how they did when they were kids.
"Pinky promise", she said with a soft smile.
Isaac felt his heart skip a beat and then kissed the back of his hand as well.
"Pinky promise", he said as he then hugged her.
Time passed in each other's arms, and then sitting in the grass in front of Isaac's late family. But even then Isaac would sit close to her and place his hand near hers, feeling the warmth of her body radiate onto his. They talked about their memories of them and even talked to their graves of their recent stories and small adventures in Beacon Hills.
Soon Brooke knew that she had to head home before her parents and brother started to worry, but she knew that she couldn't leave Isaac. This year was most likely his worst one, he never cried like he did today. Then she had an idea.
"Isaac I have to go", she said quietly.
Isaac felt his panic rise, he didn't want to be left alone he just couldn't. He was afraid for himself and knew that he couldn't be trusted to be left alone. So the moment that she said those words he shot up in a panicked manner.
"Don't go", he said in an almost pleading manner.
"Isaac I have too, besides with all the recent mountain lion attacks you know that we shouldn't be out so late, and I don't want to worry my parents", she said getting up and readjusting her clothes and wiping any dirt.
"But do I do?" he asked in a whispering voice in hopes that she wouldn't hear.
"You go home, I'll even give you a ride there", she said looking up him.
"I don't want to go home", he said with a shaken voice.
Brooke heard how there was a small hint of fear in his voice. She wondered why that fear and worry was there, or maybe she heard it wrong, but she decided that maybe she misinterpreted it.
"Why?" she asked.
Isaac felt his panic rise again. He couldn't believe that he had said that and most of all he knew that she heard him voice his worry. He couldn't allow her to know his dark secret; he just couldn't, especially because he was worried that he would lose his best friend. He was lost for words, not knowing how he was going to clean up this mess that he had created for himself.
"Because I just can't, I don't want my dad to see me like this", he said hoping it didn't give away too much.
"But he's your dad Isaac, I'm pretty sure that he would understand", she said not understanding his worry.
"You don't understand, I think I'm just going to stay here", he said dusting himself off as well.
"Here in the cemetery?" she asked worriedly.
"Yea in the shack, there are blankets there and a couch, it shouldn't be too bad", he said with a nervous chuckle, while scratching the back of his neck.
"You're not staying here by yourself", she said worried for her best friend.
"Well I don't want to go home, so what other choice do I have?" he said with a saddened voice.
Isaac didn't want to go to the place he should call home, he would much rather stay here than go there. He knew that he would be safer here, because at least here in the cemetery he was safe from his father's harsh words and beatings and most of all he was safe from the small prison of the refrigerator.
"Come sleep over at my house", she said while turning away.
"What?" he asked, thinking that he heard her incorrectly.
"Come with me, I would much rather have you stay at my house than here. Besides I'm sure my parents wouldn't mind, unless you have a problem sleeping in my house too?" she said looking away to hide her pink tinted cheeks.
His eyes widen I surprise, since he couldn't believe that she offered her home to him.
"I don't mind", he said quickly.
"You sure?" she asked.
He nodded and she saw him slightly smile. She smiled at seeing him smiling as well, because she just loved his smile.
"Alright then, come on before the sheriff comes and yells at us for being out later than curfew", she said taking his hand in hers and leading him out of the cemetery and towards her car.
"I still don't get why you're afraid of going home, you know that you can tell me anything right?" she reminded him.
"Yea I know, but it's no big deal", he lied; was a big deal.
"Alright then, but just know that I'll always be here for you", she said with a smile in her voice.
"I know" he said with a soft smile.
Isaac loved the warm feeling that came from her hand. He could bask in that warmth forever if he was allowed. He felt genuinely happy. Brooke really was something else and he would forever be glad that she was his best friend. Brooke was taking him to her home, and her home also felt like his. He remembered that his mom told him that home is where the heart is. And if that was true than Brooke's home was his home too, because he felt safe and sound. There he was treated with the kindness of her parents and was cared for, and most off all, her parents would always treat him like part of the family, a feeling that he hadn't felt in a long time.
As the two teenagers walked out of the cemetery hand in hand, they didn't notice the black eyes that had watched and heard their conversation hiding behind the graves not too far from where they were standing. And most of all they didn't see this figure's eyes fill rage as they walked away.
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BE AWARE THAT THIS OCCURS BEFORE SEASON TWO, SO THE MOUNTAIN LION ATTACKS WERE ACTUALLY THE WOLF ATTACKS THAT OCCURRED IN SEASON ONE.
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