Forbidden Love

Chapter 32

Sasha's pov

"Traumatic Brain Injury..." Those three words echoed in my head for what felt like the past few minutes or so.

I zoned everyone out and focused on myself. I should've never left the house, I should've never went to bail Brooks out of jail. If I would've stayed put and let mom handle it, I wouldn't be in the situation I was in now.

I could feel the rage entering my body. My fist started to ball up. That girl is so hardheaded, she never listens to anyone and never faces any type of real consequence. Time and time again, she does something stupid and messes with someone else's life.

"Sasha, are you okay?" My mother asked, ripping me out of my thoughts.

"No, I'm not okay, mom. I just learned that I basically have brain damage, that's a long-term effect on my life. It's a burden placed on me and everyone around me and I don't want to deal with that," I replied as tears started to dwell in my eyes. "I don't want to be a burden," I continued.

"Aw, baby, you'll never be a burden to any of us," My mother said as she wipped my tears away with her thumb and pulled me into a hug.

Soon I felt a presence enter the room. I pulled away from the hug and looked up to see none other than the person who caused all of this.

"Hey," Brooks said as she took a seat on one of the chairs in the room.

"Sasha's test results just came in and they weren't very good," Mom said.

"What do you mean by that?" Brooks replied with worry in her voice.

"Your sister has a TBI or a tramautic brain injury," mom answered. "But its fairly mild."

A look of remorse appeared on Brook's face as she stared at the ground.

"According to the doctor, she's lucky and they were not expecting this outcome at all based on the symptoms she's displayed. Her case is weird but ultimately we're happy the outcome is as positive as can be," Mom said.

Brooks stood up and walked over towards me. She attempted to give me a hug but I pushed her away.

"Sasha, I'm so sorry," Brooks said.

I chuckled as I looked up at her. "No your not! You're always messing with another person's life, Brooks but you never suffer any real consequences!  I'm tired of your bullshit!" I yelled. "You just fucked with the entire rest of my life. Sorry doesn't cut it, it's just a word, its not gonna change anything!"   I continued.

My head started to hurt. It felt as if a million knives were stabbing my continuously stabbing my skull.

"Sasha, are you okay?" I heard my mom say.

I shook my head. "No, mama I think I need to lie down," I responded as I rested my head on my pillow. I turned towards Brooks.

"This is your fault," I said before closing my eyes and trying to go to sleep.

Brooks Pov.

"This is your fault," Sasha said as she  looked me dead in the eye. I just looked at her speechless. She was right, it was my fault. I won't deny it, I accept full responsibility for it.

I got up and left the room. I couldn't be in there any longer. She has a long term injury and its because of me. The tension in that room was so thick and I needed fresh air.

"Brooks, are you okay?" I heard my mother say from behind me. I turned around and immediately gave her the hug that I desperately needed.

"Yeah, I'm fine," I lied.

"You don't look too fine," she responded. "But I am so you could go back into the room," I said.

"You sure you don't wanna talk?" My mom asked. I shook my head, "No, I'm good."

"Brooks nobody is blaming you. Sasha is just upset right now, okay," Mom said.

"She's not just upset mom, she's serious and she's angry. I mean, she has every right to be. The blame truly falls on me. I should've never left the house in the first place. This whole mess could've easily been avoided," I said.

"Brooks, you and Sasha were just in the wrong place at the wrong time," Mom said. "That injury is not your fault, its the person who pulled the triggers fault. They're the ones who put a bullet in my baby's head and caused the damage, okay. Not you, Brooks. Are you to blame for all the the injuries that the other victims in that shooting got?" She asked.

I shook my head. "Then this victim is no different," Mom said as she pointed to the room. "Nobody is blaming you baby girl. If they were you'd be in handcuffs right now, talking to me behind glass and through a phone as you were awaiting trial," she continued.

"Your right mom," I said as I gave her another hug.

Her speech helped ease my conscience but there was still that feeling of guilt roaming inside of me.

"So stop looking so down, okay," Mom said and with that she went back into the room.

I stayed in the hallway for a couple seconds longer before following my mother back into the room.

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