A/n:Thanks so much for the reviews they are wonderful.
Also your wondering if there is any Hank/Brooke going on. I don't know. There could be some Val/Tyler going on. Depends how I feel about writng the two. I've never really done a complete story on the couple.
Disclaimer:I forgot to do one for this story. I only own Bridget Morgan, Jenna,and the mention of Rain(from the story Mind if I ask?)
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Love Us To:A Val/Brooke Story
Chapter3:Blood and Tears/Stranger At Our Door
Her tears had stopped and the more she thought about Bridget Morgan,
the more she desperately wanted to hate her father. He was suppose to
be a devote catholic man. Love only his wife never another. He was
suppose to take his vows seriously. But he hadn't and he had cheated on
his wife. Taken everythingfor granted.
Had he even wanted another child after Val? Had he?
Brooke reached for a klenex off the table in front of her. She couldn't
take it annymore. She remebered how her best friend Jenna had told her
about her sisters problems. Jenna's sister Jackie couldn't take pressure
very well so she started cutting herself when ever she couldn't hack it.
And it wasn't that Brooke couldn't hack it, she just didn't want to. She
got off the couch and went into the bathroom.
Val came out of her room and went into the kitchen she felt hungry. Now
she was starting to wonder where Brooke was. It was snowing hard
outside. "I hope shes okay"Val murmured begging to lose her appitite.
Jacob came into the kitchen.he saw her standing there. "Val can we talk
now?"he asked"like civilized adults."
Val braced her palms against the sink, then turned around her eyes
angry.
"What? You wanna talk like CIVILIZED people? Okay dad fine. We'll
talk about how you had a bastard child. Oh sure you may regret it. Say it
was the biggest mistake of your life, but what about us? Hum Dad."Val
said throuhg her teeth with crossed arms and leaning back against the
counter.
"God hunny if I could take it all back I would"he said looking at his
daughter.
"Don't bring god into this. He didn't make you do ANY of it"Val shook
her head.
"Tell me how I can make it up to you"he tried to move towards Val.
"Stay the HELL away from me and my sister"Val screamed. "I hate
you"her eyes were cold and frightening as she left the room.
The door bell rang as she sped from the room. Val stopped hoping it was Brooke. She opened the
door seeing a figure with brown eyes not blue and brown hair not blond,
"Who are you?"Val said as snow began to flutter into the house.
"I'm..........(pause).....Bridget"she said in a small voice.
"You"Val sneered. Jacob stood behid Val his hands on her shoulders.
"Father"the words slipped from her mouth.
Brooke sat in Hanks bathroom. She had dismanteled on of his razors and had slipped the blade
out. Now she sat with her back against the tub the razor,sharp, in her hand. She didn't wanna kill
herself so slitting her wrist was out of the question. Instead she moved higher, and placed the
blade there.
She pushed and moved it back and forth as blood began to run. The reality of pain sat in and she
howled out in pain. "Ahhhhhhh"she cried.
Hank being not to far away burst into the bathroom. He found her with blood streaming down her
right arm. "Oh god Brooke"he got down on his knees.
"No one cares"she said through more blinding tears.
"Thats not true Brooke"Hank stood up running into the kitchen and back with the first aid kit.
"It is true. See I'm unwanted child."
"Your talking crazy Brooke. Your parents love you"he cleaned her arm with a cotton swab.
"Yeah okay if my father loves me so much then why did he have another child with another woman
before me?"she shook her head and flinched when the burning sensation from something she
couldn't reconize sat in.
Hank shook his head and remebered she hadn't told him that part of the story.
"Look its to late right now to drive you home"he bandaged up her arm"but in the morning I'll
gladly drive you home."
"You didn't answer my question Hank"Brooke said as he helped her to her feet.
"I don't know Brooke. Honest."he showed her to the guest bedroom. "You can sleep here."
"Why your bed isn't good enough?"she smiled.
"Whoa Brooke I don't think thats a hot choice topic"Hank stepped back. Brooke lazily leaned
against the wall.
"Why not? Imean you've never had a fantasy about me or anything?"she smiled slyly knowing
perfectly well what she was doing.
"Brooke common"he stayed still.
"Hank i don't wanna be alone tonight. Not tonight. Your bed, please. its not like were gonna have
sex or anything"she smiled taking his hand and leading him into her bed room.
Also your wondering if there is any Hank/Brooke going on. I don't know. There could be some Val/Tyler going on. Depends how I feel about writng the two. I've never really done a complete story on the couple.
Disclaimer:I forgot to do one for this story. I only own Bridget Morgan, Jenna,and the mention of Rain(from the story Mind if I ask?)
________________________________________________________
Love Us To:A Val/Brooke Story
Chapter3:Blood and Tears/Stranger At Our Door
Her tears had stopped and the more she thought about Bridget Morgan,
the more she desperately wanted to hate her father. He was suppose to
be a devote catholic man. Love only his wife never another. He was
suppose to take his vows seriously. But he hadn't and he had cheated on
his wife. Taken everythingfor granted.
Had he even wanted another child after Val? Had he?
Brooke reached for a klenex off the table in front of her. She couldn't
take it annymore. She remebered how her best friend Jenna had told her
about her sisters problems. Jenna's sister Jackie couldn't take pressure
very well so she started cutting herself when ever she couldn't hack it.
And it wasn't that Brooke couldn't hack it, she just didn't want to. She
got off the couch and went into the bathroom.
Val came out of her room and went into the kitchen she felt hungry. Now
she was starting to wonder where Brooke was. It was snowing hard
outside. "I hope shes okay"Val murmured begging to lose her appitite.
Jacob came into the kitchen.he saw her standing there. "Val can we talk
now?"he asked"like civilized adults."
Val braced her palms against the sink, then turned around her eyes
angry.
"What? You wanna talk like CIVILIZED people? Okay dad fine. We'll
talk about how you had a bastard child. Oh sure you may regret it. Say it
was the biggest mistake of your life, but what about us? Hum Dad."Val
said throuhg her teeth with crossed arms and leaning back against the
counter.
"God hunny if I could take it all back I would"he said looking at his
daughter.
"Don't bring god into this. He didn't make you do ANY of it"Val shook
her head.
"Tell me how I can make it up to you"he tried to move towards Val.
"Stay the HELL away from me and my sister"Val screamed. "I hate
you"her eyes were cold and frightening as she left the room.
The door bell rang as she sped from the room. Val stopped hoping it was Brooke. She opened the
door seeing a figure with brown eyes not blue and brown hair not blond,
"Who are you?"Val said as snow began to flutter into the house.
"I'm..........(pause).....Bridget"she said in a small voice.
"You"Val sneered. Jacob stood behid Val his hands on her shoulders.
"Father"the words slipped from her mouth.
Brooke sat in Hanks bathroom. She had dismanteled on of his razors and had slipped the blade
out. Now she sat with her back against the tub the razor,sharp, in her hand. She didn't wanna kill
herself so slitting her wrist was out of the question. Instead she moved higher, and placed the
blade there.
She pushed and moved it back and forth as blood began to run. The reality of pain sat in and she
howled out in pain. "Ahhhhhhh"she cried.
Hank being not to far away burst into the bathroom. He found her with blood streaming down her
right arm. "Oh god Brooke"he got down on his knees.
"No one cares"she said through more blinding tears.
"Thats not true Brooke"Hank stood up running into the kitchen and back with the first aid kit.
"It is true. See I'm unwanted child."
"Your talking crazy Brooke. Your parents love you"he cleaned her arm with a cotton swab.
"Yeah okay if my father loves me so much then why did he have another child with another woman
before me?"she shook her head and flinched when the burning sensation from something she
couldn't reconize sat in.
Hank shook his head and remebered she hadn't told him that part of the story.
"Look its to late right now to drive you home"he bandaged up her arm"but in the morning I'll
gladly drive you home."
"You didn't answer my question Hank"Brooke said as he helped her to her feet.
"I don't know Brooke. Honest."he showed her to the guest bedroom. "You can sleep here."
"Why your bed isn't good enough?"she smiled.
"Whoa Brooke I don't think thats a hot choice topic"Hank stepped back. Brooke lazily leaned
against the wall.
"Why not? Imean you've never had a fantasy about me or anything?"she smiled slyly knowing
perfectly well what she was doing.
"Brooke common"he stayed still.
"Hank i don't wanna be alone tonight. Not tonight. Your bed, please. its not like were gonna have
sex or anything"she smiled taking his hand and leading him into her bed room.
