Chapter 17
Brady sat in his Jeep, sobbing quietly, mixed emotions racing through his head. In that one moment, in those four words, "I don't love you," Brady realized for the first time in his life what true heartache really was. The pain, the emptiness, the numbness, Brady felt it all.
"How could you do this, Chloe?" He said to himself. "I need you. I love you so much. Am I really going to lose you? Like I lost my mother?"
At that moment, Brady knew what Phillip must have felt. He knew why Phillip would want to end his life, why he felt there was nothing left, that he couldn't go on. Brady felt that now. He wasn't going to act on it though. He couldn't add to the grief of his family. He couldn't do it to them.
Along with his pain, he also felt guilt. If Philip died, Brady didn't know what he'd do. The last time he saw Phillip alive, he was beating him up and cussing him out. Not only would he have the guilt of Philip's death on his back, but despite his hatred of the way he treated Chloe sometimes and the fact Chloe loved him and not brady, Brady loved him uncle. Brady sat in his Jeep, not knowing what else to do but cry, letting the pain of losing Chloe,the guilt and grief of Phillip's attempted suicide, overtake him.
Chloe sat in the waiting room. She felt so bad for lying to Brady. It was the hardest thing she'd ever had to do. But it was the best thing. She looked over at Belle, who squeezed her hand.
"He'll be ok." Belle reassured through her tears. "He has to be."
Chloe nodded. "But- but- he shot himself in the HEAD. Even if he makes it, isn't there a chance that he-that he could have brain damage?"
"Don't think like that Chloe. Where's Brady?"
"I don't know." Chloe answered truthfully. She hoped to God he was ok. She couldn't lost Brady too.
Too? She thought. Philip isn't dead Chloe and he isn't going to die!
Just then she looked up as Brady walked in. He looked extremely pale, drained. He walked across the room, his body slumped. He lifted his eyes, glancing at Chloe. His eyes were no longer the beautiful blue she knew them to be. They were dark, drab, lifeless. And what she saw in them scared the hell out of her. Then Brady returned his gaze to the floor and crossed the room, and sat alone in the corner away from everyone. Chloe wanted desperately to go over there, take Brady in her arms and tell him everything would be alright, to tell him she was wrong, that she did love him. But she couldn't. She would never be able to do that again.
Suddenly, a doctor appeared in the room.
"Is this the family of Philip Kiriakis?" he asked.
Everyone nodded.
The doctor's face turned regretful. "Im sorry." he said. "But I'm afraid we have some bad news."
Brady sat in his Jeep, sobbing quietly, mixed emotions racing through his head. In that one moment, in those four words, "I don't love you," Brady realized for the first time in his life what true heartache really was. The pain, the emptiness, the numbness, Brady felt it all.
"How could you do this, Chloe?" He said to himself. "I need you. I love you so much. Am I really going to lose you? Like I lost my mother?"
At that moment, Brady knew what Phillip must have felt. He knew why Phillip would want to end his life, why he felt there was nothing left, that he couldn't go on. Brady felt that now. He wasn't going to act on it though. He couldn't add to the grief of his family. He couldn't do it to them.
Along with his pain, he also felt guilt. If Philip died, Brady didn't know what he'd do. The last time he saw Phillip alive, he was beating him up and cussing him out. Not only would he have the guilt of Philip's death on his back, but despite his hatred of the way he treated Chloe sometimes and the fact Chloe loved him and not brady, Brady loved him uncle. Brady sat in his Jeep, not knowing what else to do but cry, letting the pain of losing Chloe,the guilt and grief of Phillip's attempted suicide, overtake him.
Chloe sat in the waiting room. She felt so bad for lying to Brady. It was the hardest thing she'd ever had to do. But it was the best thing. She looked over at Belle, who squeezed her hand.
"He'll be ok." Belle reassured through her tears. "He has to be."
Chloe nodded. "But- but- he shot himself in the HEAD. Even if he makes it, isn't there a chance that he-that he could have brain damage?"
"Don't think like that Chloe. Where's Brady?"
"I don't know." Chloe answered truthfully. She hoped to God he was ok. She couldn't lost Brady too.
Too? She thought. Philip isn't dead Chloe and he isn't going to die!
Just then she looked up as Brady walked in. He looked extremely pale, drained. He walked across the room, his body slumped. He lifted his eyes, glancing at Chloe. His eyes were no longer the beautiful blue she knew them to be. They were dark, drab, lifeless. And what she saw in them scared the hell out of her. Then Brady returned his gaze to the floor and crossed the room, and sat alone in the corner away from everyone. Chloe wanted desperately to go over there, take Brady in her arms and tell him everything would be alright, to tell him she was wrong, that she did love him. But she couldn't. She would never be able to do that again.
Suddenly, a doctor appeared in the room.
"Is this the family of Philip Kiriakis?" he asked.
Everyone nodded.
The doctor's face turned regretful. "Im sorry." he said. "But I'm afraid we have some bad news."
