Never Be Alone [COMPLETED]

Chapter 32

-Brooklyn-
"I'm your father."
"W-what?" I stuttered.
"Listen, Brooke-"
"Don't call me that." I snapped.
"Listen Brooklyn," he corrected. "Your mother-"
I cut him off.
"What about my mother?" I said through my teeth.
"Brooklyn she's very ill. She's at St. Michaels Hospital."
I didn't know what to say. I was on the verge of tears.
I wiped my eyes and stuffed it deep down.
"Why are you with her?" I asked.
"She called me." He responded. "Because her daughter wasn't there." He seemed to be trying to guilt me.
"Screw you!" I yelled and hung up.
I didn't care if he was my father or not.
He was never there for us. Why should he be now? Why did she call him? Why not call me?
"Brooke are you okay?" Matt asked.
"Who was that?" Nash asked.
I wanted to break down. But I had no one, because my drunk boyfriend was hopefully asleep next door and even if he wasn't sleeping he was no use drunk. My best friend was hours away and probably sleeping. I didn't want to just break down in the middle of the room. Instead I grabbed my phone and wallet and left.
I walked down the hall until I reached the end. There weren't any rooms down there. I slid down the wall and let it all out.
-Nash-
"Don't call me that." Brooke snapped. She was on the phone. Matt and I looked at each other. We tried watching our movie and ignoring the conversation she was having. But it was really hard.
"Screw you!" She yelled.
She put her phone down.
Matt and I looked at each other.
"Brooke are you okay?" Matt asked.
"Who was that?" I asked.
She wasn't facing us. I couldn't see her facial expression.
She stood there for a couple seconds and then walked out the door.
I looked at Matt. He shrugged his shoulders.
"I'm going to go get-" I started.
"Who Shawn?" Matt said. "He's drunk."
"Then I'll call-"
"Who Chloe?" Matt asked. "She's hours away probably sleeping."
"That's probably why she left." I sighed.
"What are we going to do?" Matt said.
"Cam." I replied. I got up and went next door.
I knocked on the door. A shirtless Cam with his hair all messed up opened the door.
"What?" He asked, groggily.
"How's Shawn?"
"Laying down." He responded.
"Good." I replied. "I'll stay here with him and you go find Brooke."
His eyes immediately softened.
"Why what's wrong?" He asked.
"I don't know someone called her and she got all pissy and sad and stormed off." I explained.
He looked down and sighed.
"Alright." He said. "Just don't say anything to Shawn."
I nodded and walked in.
-Cameron-
I still loved Brooklyn. When Nash told me what happened I automatically felt horrible. Her best friend wasn't here and her boyfriend was half out of his mind. He was coming a little back to his senses but he was facing a major hangover in the morning.
The hotel room was a mess, things were kind of just thrown about. I had to fight with him to get him into bed. (Not fists, just words.)
I ran out of the room and was going to go to the elevators when I thought I heard Brooke. Instead I continued straight on down the hall.
-Brooklyn-
I just let it out I started sobbing. I tried to calm down. I tried to stuff it down. I took a deep breath and a small sob came out.
I whimpered.
I groaned.
I stuck my legs straight out and put my back up against the wall.
I looked up at the ceiling.
I took a deep breath.
I was okay.
I was going to work this out.
I stuffed it all down.
All the feelings I had, the sadness, the pain, the confusion, everything.
"Brooke?"
I looked ahead.
There stood a shirtless Cam, his hair messed up.
I stood up and wiped my tears away.
I hoped it wasn't noticeable.
"What?" I asked. My voice cracked. My cheeks burned and I coughed, clearing my throat.
"Are you okay?" He asked. His eyes were sympathetic.
"I'm fine." I said.
"You're clearly not." He said. He moved closer to me. "What's wrong?" He asked.
"Nothing." I said. "I um-"
"You what?" He whispered moving closer.
"I um- I don't know." I sighed, defeated.
"What happened?"
I looked down.
"Brooke?" He asked. I looked back up.
"You know I'm hear for you right?" He asked.
I nodded.
"No really. I want you to know that. When nobody else is there I will always be here for you. Whether it's 1 in the morning or I'm on a date, I don't care. I'll be there for you." He said.
I smiled.
I went back over to the wall and sat down. He sat down next to me.
I sighed.
"Do you want to talk about it?" He asked.
"Not really." I whispered.
"It's okay." He said.
He wrapped his arm around my shoulders. I leaned into his side.
It was nice having some one there to comfort me when I felt that I was all alone.
Before I knew it I was asleep.
-Later-
I woke up to the sun shining through the window. I looked up to the window and was momentarily blinded. I blinked away the light and squinted to see in front of me. I was in a hall?
Last night flooded back to me.
I looked around to find Cam next to me.
I smiled.
I was happy he stayed the night. I liked that he was there to comfort me. It was really sweet.
I checked my phone for the time. 10:30. I had a few text messages and calls.
I just ignored them for now. I would look at then later.
I shook Cam awake.
He groaned and sat up.
"We slept in a hotel hallway." I said and laughed. "Cross that off of my bucket list."
He laughed. "Feel any better?"
"Honestly?" I asked.
He nodded.
"No." I said. "But I'll just keep going."
"Do you want to talk about it yet?" He asked.
"Not right now." I said, truthfully.
I stood up and held out my hand. He grabbed it and stood up.
I let go of his hand when I saw he had stood up. I started to walk away but he grabbed my shoulder and turned me around.
"Brooke I will always be here for you." He said.
"I know." I whispered. "And I'm so thankful."
He smiled and I started walking again.
He walked me to my room.
"You're gonna be okay?" He asked.
I nodded trying not to break down right then and there.
I hadn't realized tears were building up in my eyes.
I tried to blink them away but he still noticed.
He grabbed my hands. He took me back down the hall and sat down. His grip was deathly. I sat down across from him.
"You're not leaving until you tell me what's happening with you Brooke." He said. "I care about you." He said. "Can't you see that?" He paused. "We all do and your shoving all of this down so no one can help you because you think it will make it better when deep down you know it won't. And you think you've got this but you don't."
I blinked away tears.
"My mom is sick." I whimpered.
"Well that's not so bad." He smiled. "What is the cold or flu?"
"She's seriously sick, Cam." I said. "She's in the hospital." I blinked away tears. It took all my strength not to break down and sob.
"I'm sorry." He whispered, rubbing my shoulder.
"It was my dad that called to tell me." I whispered. It was barely audible.
"Y-your dad?" He stuttered.
"Yeah." I slightly laughed through my tears.
"My dead beat daddy is somehow wrapped up in this crazy mess I now call my life."
"The one who abandoned you?" He asked.
"No Cam the other one." I joked through my sadness.
"Well you may be sad and depressed and angry but your still Brooke." He laughed.
He stood up and I followed.
Before I knew it I was engulfed in a big hug. I wrapped my arms around his bare back and began to cry.
He rubbed my back and played with my hair until I calmed down.
"Thanks Cam." I sniffled.
"Anytime." He smiled.
"Are you okay?" He asked.
"Have you ever realized that when a person asks you if you're okay most of the time you're not."
I wiped my eyes.
I went back to my hotel room and he went back to his.
Nash was laying on the bed watching tv. I didn't see Shawn.
"Hey where's-"
The sound of puking came from the bathroom.
"Oh got it." I laughed.
I went over to the bathroom and knocked on the door.
"Go away!" He yelled.
Nash came up behind me.
"I'm gonna go." He said. He rubbed my back sympathetically.
"Okay." I whispered.
When I heard the hotel door shut I knocked on the bathroom door again.
"I said go away!" Shawn moaned.
"It's just me." I whispered as I opened the bathroom door. He was sitting in front of the toilet wearing only sweatpants. His hair was all messed up.
"I still say go away." He said.
"Offended." I grabbed my heart.
"I don't want you to see me like this." He groaned as he put his head over the toilet.
"It's a package deal." I said sitting next to him.
He puked and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand.
"I'm sorry I left you last night." I said.
"You were just hard to handle."
"It's okay." He groaned putting his head over the toilet like he was going to puke again. Nothing came out. I rubbed his back. He sat back.
"Come here." I said.
He leaned up against the wall next to me. I started to run my fingers through his hair. Then I started to play with it. After a little while I got tired and rested my arm around his shoulders.
He moaned.
"Don't stop." He mumbled. "That felt good." His eyes were closed and his head was leaning against the wall.
"Lay down." I said. He laid his head in my lap.
I smiled down at him and continued playing with his hair.
He moaned.
I laughed.
His eyes were closed as I continued playing with his hair.
"How do you feel?" I whispered.
"My head is pounding and I feel sick to my stomach." He mumbled.
"I'm so sorry." I whispered.
"About what?" He asked. His voice was raspy.
"I let you drink that stupid punch."
He laughed. "Baby it wasn't your fault." He said.
I continued playing with his hair.
Then he abruptly sat up and leaned over the toilet. Nothing came up it was just dry heaves.
I rubbed his back. When he laid back down I put my hand on his forehead.
"Are you hot?" I asked.
"Sweating." He responded.
"Take your pants off." I replied.
He laughed. "God, Brooke I didn't know you were so forward."
"Shut up." I replied. "You know it'll help."
He stood up an slid his sweatpants down and threw them to the side.
He got back on the floor.
"Wait." I said. There was enough room on the floor for two people. "Lay down on you stomach. The cold tile will make you feel better."
He looked at me weird. "I promise." I said. He laid on the floor and I did the same thing.
"There." I said. "Now it doesn't seem so stupid."
He smiled. I grabbed his hand. Before I knew it he was sleeping and so was I.
-Later-
-Brooklyn-
I was shook awake by someone. I looked up and squinted because my eyes were just getting used to the light.
"Cam?" I whispered.
"Um, yeah." He whispered back. "Is he going to Magcon?"
"Why what time is it?" I asked.
"1:00."
"Oh." I responded. I couldn't believe I slept that late. I was only awake for a little bit in between.
"What time is Magcon again?" I asked.
"5:00."
"Okay." I said. "I'll see if he feels up to going."
"Okay." He said. "I'll talk to you later?" He asked.
"Yeah." I whispered and bit my lip at the end.
Then he left.
I rubbed Shawn's bare back and used my other hand to run my fingers through his hair.
His eyes fluttered open.
"Do you feel any better?" I asked.
"Kind of." He said, his voice was raspy.
"That's good." I smiled.
"Hey," he said. "Now I can cross getting drunk and having a hangover off my list."
I laughed.
I leaned up against the wall and motioned for him to come towards me.
He sat down next to me.
"Does your head hurt?" I whispered.
"Yeah."
I got up and grabbed a water bottle and some Tylenol from the other room.
"Here." I handed them to him.
"Take these." He took them in his hands.
He took them in the next minute.
"Do you still feel sick?" I asked.
"Not as much."
"Good." I whispered.
He laid his head back down in my lap.
I played with his hair.
"This is nice." He said. "We should do this more often."
I stroked the side of his face and smiled.
He closed his eyes and I continued playing with his hair with one hand and grabbed my phone with the other hand.
I checked my messages.
One from my mom, three from an unknown number, two from Chloe.
I decided I would respond to Chloe.
Me: Hey.
Chloe: Hey gurl! What's up?
Me: Have you heard from my mom?
Chloe: Not really. Why?
Me: Um, no reason,...
Chloe: Is something wrong?
Just thinking about it was making me sad. I wanted to cry again. I should have never grabbed my phone.
Me: Idk. Gtg. Call me later and we can talk.
Chloe: Okay,....
After I was done texting Chloe I looked at the other text messages.
Mom: Brooklyn we need to talk it's your father.
Unknown Number: It's your father.
Unknown Number: Brooklyn please it's about your mother.
Unknown Number: Please it's urgent.
I decided I would text him back. Not because I cared about him or gave a crap about him. It was because I cared about my mother.
Me: What do you want?
He didn't respond immediately. So I just waited.
I continued playing with Shawn's hair. As I did I started thinking about my dad, and my mom and this messed up situation. What if she died? What if she's dying? Why is he there?
I didn't realize I had zoned out.
"Brooke?" Shawn said.
"What?" I looked at him.
"Are you okay?" He asked sympathetically.
"Yeah I'm fine." I said.
"Brooke your phone is ringing." He said.
"Oh." I looked down at it. It was my dad. I froze. Shawn grabbed my phone and put it in my hand.
"Are you going to answer it?" He asked.
"Um-y-yeah." I said. "I'll be right back." I got up and walked out of the hotel room and into the hall.
"Hello?" I answered.
"Look Brooklyn I know I'm probably one of the last people you want to talk to right now but it's about your mother."
"I know." I whispered.
"How soon do you think you can get out here?" He asked.
"Why?" I asked.
"Because Brooke-" he paused. "Brooklyn." He corrected. "Y-your mother-" he stuttered.
"What about her?" I asked.
"Brooklyn, she has cancer."