"How are you? I would call but Keith's phone's broke and the power's off
for a few days. You haven't tried to reach me...I figured you would have by
now. Brooke are you seriously going to deprive our child of its father? I
know what that feels like and it's not a good feeling. Do you want me to
come down there? Cause I will in a heartbeat, you know this. I love you
soooooo much Brooke,"I over exaggerated the word for effect. "Please get
in touch. Love, Lucas."
I rolled my eyes and chunked it in the garbage now knowing what I was trashing...absolutely nothing. He had to get it through his thick head that he screwed up way past his control. This was not 'our' baby. It was mine. All mine. I was going to raise it perfect. It would be the precious angel I imagined it to be. Of course, in my perfect world there was a husband there with me, but I'd have to do without. After all, this place was nowhere near perfect, that was for sure.
I sighed and went upstairs to go to bed. Rest was what I needed. What we needed. I smiled slightly at the thought and climbed into my big king sized bed. My radio played softly throughout the room. It was so peaceful. I wished it could be like this every night. Which it could, but in about 7 or so months there would be a screaming baby. I laid my hand gently on my flat stomach and started to sing lightly along with 'Whiskey Lullaby' that happened to be playing at the moment.
My eyes shot open when I heard footsteps. I glanced over and the red numbers on my alarm clock read 10:22 A.M. Who was here? I slowly got out of bed, still in my clothes from last night, and headed downstairs as I heard a pan clattering. The maid wasn't supposed to be here until tomorrow.
I was shocked when my mother exited the kitchen and stopped dead in her tracks, smiling. My parents were never here, so this was weird.
"Oh pumpkin!" she shrieked hugging me almost to the point where I couldn't breathe. "How are you my darling girl?"
Darling girl? Ok, definitely weird. "Hey mom," I answered shyly. "I'm good I guess. What are you doing here?"
"What do you mean what am I doing here?" she asked as if I were crazy. "I live here. Oh Richard, come see Brooke."
My dad exited the kitchen with the same smile my mother was wearing. What was going on?!
"How's my baby girl?" he kissed me on my forehead.
"I'm fine dad," I smiled. "Aren't you guys supposed to be in Europe?"
They glanced at each other a little nervously and I knew something was up. "What's going on?"
"We need to talk sweetie," dad put an arm around me and ushered me to the kitchen table as my mother followed me closely behind. Yep, something was definitely up. I sat down and looked at both of them waiting for my answer. My mother was obviously about to talk first on account of her clearing her throat.
"Brooklyn," she addressed me by my full first name. That never happened unless it was serious. I nodded for her to continue. "Well...your father and I-well we're...we're..."
"Getting a divorce," he finished the sentence.
I was shocked to say the least. The perfect Diane and Richard were getting a divorce? Wonder what that was going to do to their social status. "A divorce? Wow. When did this happen?"
"About a month ago," my father continued once more. "We're signing the papers tomorrow. We wanted to wait until it was the right time to tell you."
Surprisingly, this didn't bother me much. They didn't love each other...it was nothing they could help. I guess it was the same for Lucas. He didn't love me...it was nothing he could help. Pieces were finally starting to form together in my brain. "Um, so what are the living arrangements?"
"Well, your father is moving to Europe and I'm going to stay here. Is that ok with you?" Diane asked a bit nervously.
"Of course it's ok," I felt sympathetic towards her. "I don't think I would mind my mother living with me."
She chuckled a little and the room fell silent once more. Now that everything was coming out into the open, now was the time. "Um, I also have something to say." Their heads shot up in an instant. God I didn't want to disappoint them so much. But this was going to hurt them just as much as me.
"What is it sweetie?" my mother's eyes narrowed in curiosity and concerned.
"Please just let me talk with no interruptions. I'm a little over 2 months pregnant. The father left and I don't want him right now. Long story short, we were dating, he cheated on me with Peyton, and now they are no longer apart of my life." I said it quickly to go ahead and get it over with. I was scared as hell.
My parents' first reaction was my mother starting to cry. That was bad. My dad just sat there and stared at her. A few tears fell down my cheeks too and I got up and put an arm around my mother. "It's okay, mom," I stuttered as she turned and enveloped me in her arms.
We cried for a while before pulling away. My dad still sat there, saying nothing. "Daddy, say something," I pleaded.
He sat there for a few moments and finally looked at me. "You make me ashamed to be your father," he replied scooting back and exiting quickly.
Mother looked up at me with a longing. "Brooklyn, It's going to be okay. I'll support you all the way. And as for the father...don't ever let me see him." She followed after Richard then and I stood stunned. My mother cared! She CARED! This was amazing. Someone actually loved me. Wow, the divorce really straightened her out. But what about my dad? It stung when he had said those words. But he had to get over it. I couldn't change the past. If I could, I would have already.
Quietly, I went back upstairs to my room. I then noticed the blinking red light on my answering machine. I must have been sleeping. I pressed play and opened my closet looking for a cute outfit to wear.
My mouth dropped open and I stared at the machine as the voice came over it...
Don't you just love cliffhangers? Ha ha, sorry guys but I love suspense! I'll update tomorrow again!
I rolled my eyes and chunked it in the garbage now knowing what I was trashing...absolutely nothing. He had to get it through his thick head that he screwed up way past his control. This was not 'our' baby. It was mine. All mine. I was going to raise it perfect. It would be the precious angel I imagined it to be. Of course, in my perfect world there was a husband there with me, but I'd have to do without. After all, this place was nowhere near perfect, that was for sure.
I sighed and went upstairs to go to bed. Rest was what I needed. What we needed. I smiled slightly at the thought and climbed into my big king sized bed. My radio played softly throughout the room. It was so peaceful. I wished it could be like this every night. Which it could, but in about 7 or so months there would be a screaming baby. I laid my hand gently on my flat stomach and started to sing lightly along with 'Whiskey Lullaby' that happened to be playing at the moment.
My eyes shot open when I heard footsteps. I glanced over and the red numbers on my alarm clock read 10:22 A.M. Who was here? I slowly got out of bed, still in my clothes from last night, and headed downstairs as I heard a pan clattering. The maid wasn't supposed to be here until tomorrow.
I was shocked when my mother exited the kitchen and stopped dead in her tracks, smiling. My parents were never here, so this was weird.
"Oh pumpkin!" she shrieked hugging me almost to the point where I couldn't breathe. "How are you my darling girl?"
Darling girl? Ok, definitely weird. "Hey mom," I answered shyly. "I'm good I guess. What are you doing here?"
"What do you mean what am I doing here?" she asked as if I were crazy. "I live here. Oh Richard, come see Brooke."
My dad exited the kitchen with the same smile my mother was wearing. What was going on?!
"How's my baby girl?" he kissed me on my forehead.
"I'm fine dad," I smiled. "Aren't you guys supposed to be in Europe?"
They glanced at each other a little nervously and I knew something was up. "What's going on?"
"We need to talk sweetie," dad put an arm around me and ushered me to the kitchen table as my mother followed me closely behind. Yep, something was definitely up. I sat down and looked at both of them waiting for my answer. My mother was obviously about to talk first on account of her clearing her throat.
"Brooklyn," she addressed me by my full first name. That never happened unless it was serious. I nodded for her to continue. "Well...your father and I-well we're...we're..."
"Getting a divorce," he finished the sentence.
I was shocked to say the least. The perfect Diane and Richard were getting a divorce? Wonder what that was going to do to their social status. "A divorce? Wow. When did this happen?"
"About a month ago," my father continued once more. "We're signing the papers tomorrow. We wanted to wait until it was the right time to tell you."
Surprisingly, this didn't bother me much. They didn't love each other...it was nothing they could help. I guess it was the same for Lucas. He didn't love me...it was nothing he could help. Pieces were finally starting to form together in my brain. "Um, so what are the living arrangements?"
"Well, your father is moving to Europe and I'm going to stay here. Is that ok with you?" Diane asked a bit nervously.
"Of course it's ok," I felt sympathetic towards her. "I don't think I would mind my mother living with me."
She chuckled a little and the room fell silent once more. Now that everything was coming out into the open, now was the time. "Um, I also have something to say." Their heads shot up in an instant. God I didn't want to disappoint them so much. But this was going to hurt them just as much as me.
"What is it sweetie?" my mother's eyes narrowed in curiosity and concerned.
"Please just let me talk with no interruptions. I'm a little over 2 months pregnant. The father left and I don't want him right now. Long story short, we were dating, he cheated on me with Peyton, and now they are no longer apart of my life." I said it quickly to go ahead and get it over with. I was scared as hell.
My parents' first reaction was my mother starting to cry. That was bad. My dad just sat there and stared at her. A few tears fell down my cheeks too and I got up and put an arm around my mother. "It's okay, mom," I stuttered as she turned and enveloped me in her arms.
We cried for a while before pulling away. My dad still sat there, saying nothing. "Daddy, say something," I pleaded.
He sat there for a few moments and finally looked at me. "You make me ashamed to be your father," he replied scooting back and exiting quickly.
Mother looked up at me with a longing. "Brooklyn, It's going to be okay. I'll support you all the way. And as for the father...don't ever let me see him." She followed after Richard then and I stood stunned. My mother cared! She CARED! This was amazing. Someone actually loved me. Wow, the divorce really straightened her out. But what about my dad? It stung when he had said those words. But he had to get over it. I couldn't change the past. If I could, I would have already.
Quietly, I went back upstairs to my room. I then noticed the blinking red light on my answering machine. I must have been sleeping. I pressed play and opened my closet looking for a cute outfit to wear.
My mouth dropped open and I stared at the machine as the voice came over it...
Don't you just love cliffhangers? Ha ha, sorry guys but I love suspense! I'll update tomorrow again!