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Rising Storm	By : AllAmericanPipes Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > All American Rejects Views: 1296 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-Part 01
- 2-Part 02
- 3-Part 03
- 4-Part 04
- 5-Part 05
- 6-Part 06
- 7-Part 07
- 8-Part 08
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Rising Storm
AllAmericanPipes
Piper McCoy

Part III

It was the middle of the night as Brooke silently slipped out of the hotel room. She was a mess, her hair resting lifelessly on her shoulders and her body covered in nothing more then a robe that she had thrown on in an attempt to cover her now bloody and bruised body. She gently closed the door not wanting to wake Tyson and again have him attack her. Her cheeks were stained with tears as she walked down the poorly lit hallway. Fortunately no one was up and about at this hour, whatever time it happened to be she wasn’t sure. She needed to get as far away from Tyson as she could. She continued to walk until she reached Mike’s door, remembering how he had told her she could talk to him if anything ever happened. She couldn’t think of where else to go, noting that she was hundreds of miles from her family and friends. She needed someone to help her, someone she could trust, someone who could help her recover. She knocked on the door the tears already welling in her eyes as she patiently waited. Inside Mike let out a groan as he lay in bed. He was exhausted and knew another day of recording would await him. He glanced at his clock. It was the middle of the night. Who the hell was at his door at this hour? He rolled out of bed, still half asleep, and walked to the door. He was shocked by what he saw outside his room. Brooke stood in front of him, tears falling from her eyes. Her cheek was red and swollen and it looked as if she had a black eye. His eyes trailed to her lip that was bleeding and then down to what she was wearing. He moved aside and motioned for her to enter, which she did.
“Brooke, God, are you alright? What the fuck happened? Who did this to you?” He asked, his mind racing as well as his heart. She sat on the edge of his bed, tears now streaming down her face, the salty tears also stinging her bottom lip. He sat next to her and attempted to take her in a hug, terrified she moved away from him, as she cringed.
“God, don’t hit me, please.” She whispered through a sob. Mike sat upright and looked into her eyes, not knowing exactly what he should do. He’d never been in a situation quite like this before and didn’t want to say or do something that would cause more damage to her obviously already uneasy emotional state.
“Brooke, I’m not gonna hit you.” He reached for her once again and she flinched as his arms wrapped gently around her. Her body was tense but soon she relaxed in his grasp and buried her face in his chest as if trying to hide herself from the world. She wept for what seemed like hours to Mike who kept telling her she was safe now, that no one was going to be able to hurt her while she was with him, that he would protect her from the world if he had to. She pulled back, her tears having ceased for the time being and looked up into his eyes. He wiped the tears from her face. “I’ll be right back.” He stated stepping into the bathroom for a moment. When he returned he held a box of tissues and a washcloth. Thinking rather fast he also grabbed the ice bucket. He sat next to her once again. He took a tissue from the box and handed it to her. She blew her nose and then took another tissue and again wiped her eyes. Mike gently placed his hand on her cheek and she winced from the touch. “You wanna tell me what happened now?” He asked placing some ice on the washcloth, rolling it up, and then placing it to her cheek in an attempt to cause the swelling to go down. She placed her hand upon his, gently caressing his hand with her thumb as he held the cloth in place. She swallowed hard, obviously biting back tears.
“Tyson raped me.” She replied, tears again welling in her eyes. Mike couldn’t believe what she had just said and his face must have said what he was thinking, for she continued, her voice rising dramatically in volume. “He came home late last night. I told him no way and he raped me, Mike. He fucking raped me!” She screamed, a sob escaping her. He took her in his arms once more trying to calm her down. He was still in some sort of shock over what she had just told him, but knew he had to keep things together.
“Brooke, God, things are gonna be alright. I’m not gonna let him hurt you.” He paused, pulling her closer to him. “Shh, you’re safe now.” He kissed the top of her head gently. He couldn’t believe that Tyson would have done something like this, especially to Brooke, the girl he, Mike, loved. She again pulled back ready to tell him a bit more of the horror of the night from hell, the night that would play in her mind for the rest of her life, haunting her.
“He kept saying that I was fucking around with you and then he threw me to the bed,” she stopped and cried into Mike’s chest once more. He was the one to pull back this time, not wanting to hear any more of what had happened to her. How could he have let this happen? Why couldn’t he have seen it coming? He gently brushed the hair from her eyes.
“Brooke, I think you need to get some sleep. You can take the bed; I’ll sleep on the couch. I’m taking you to the hospital first thing in the morning to make sure nothing’s seriously wrong.” He stated gently but firmly not wanting any arguments. “You sure you don’t want me to take you right now?” He asked and received a nod as his response. She sighed.
“Mike, don’t be silly. About sleeping on the couch I mean.” She paused turning her gaze to meet his. His eyes seemed to comfort her more then anything else. It was all in the way he looked at her, as if he was looking into her soul. “Plus I don’t want to be alone.” Mike smiled warmly, his dimples showing slightly.
“You sure?” He asked, not wanting her to be uncomfortable noting that she had just been taken advantage of and forced into something she didn’t want. She nodded and Mike lay down. She soon followed and curled up next to him. He gently placed his arm around her and pulled the covers up to cover them both from the cool breeze of the air conditioner in the room. They soon both fell asleep in the comfort of one another’s arms. The storm had come and was now in full swing, the raging winds had broken the windows and the rain was on its way to washing away the house.

Mike walked out of the bathroom shortly after hearing Brooke stirring in the next room. He walked over to the bed and sat on the edge of it wearing nothing more then his boxers since he had just gotten out of the shower and was in the process of getting ready to take Brooke to the hospital. She slowly blinked her eyes open and forced a smile after seeing Mike sitting beside her. She squinted as the sun shone right into her green eyes. Mike smiled, his dimples at full force. He brushed the hair from her face and placed his hand on her cheek, gently caressing the still swollen skin.
“Morning, how you feeling?” He asked in a gentle whisper. Her cheeks turned slightly pink when she realized that at some point in the night she had slipped of her robe most likely having gotten too warm. Mike noticed her embarrassment and his smile widened. “You pretty much kicked it off last night so I tossed it on the floor.” He replied as if answering her question. Her eyes widened at the thought of what he could have done to her, after what she had just been through it was going to take a while for her to trust another member of the opposite sex. Again he almost read her thoughts. “I decided to sleep on the couch anyway. I figured things would be better that way.” She sighed, relieved, as if to say thank you. Mike pulled the covers up over her, covering her bare shoulders. They locked eyes for a moment. He could tell she was scared, he hadn’t seen her any other way for a while, and he kissed her gently on the forehead. “Do you want me to maybe clean your face a little bit? You now get off the blood. God, he hit you hard.” He stated gazing at her bloody features. She nodded and he walked into the bathroom bringing out a small first aide kit. Ever since his incident with the speaker he always brought a first aide kit with him when he traveled, figuring it never hurts to be prepared for the worst. He again sat on the edge of the bed, the first aide kit near by. He began to clean off the dried blood that was on her face, she had flinched the first time the cloth touched her flesh. The swelling of her cheek had now gone down, but her eye was almost swollen shut. She winced at the light pressure on her obviously swollen and irritated flesh. “I know it hurts, but it’s gotta get cleaned. It’s either me cleaning you up or the hospital.” He stated softly causing her to get that terrified look in her eyes once more. He pulled his hand back thinking maybe he had been too forceful with her, not wanting to cause her to freak out on him and looked into her eyes for the zillionth time that morning.
“Mike, please don’t take me there. I don’t want anyone else to know about this. I’m so ashamed and scared and, God I don’t know what to do.” Her tears once again began to fall. She was lost in the storm and Mike was the only person who was going to be able to help her find her way through the raging winds and blinding rain. He thought a moment and then decided that he couldn’t force her to go anywhere she didn’t want to. Not after what she had just been through.
“Alright, but I still think it’s the best thing to do and you have nothing to be ashamed of. None of this is your fault. There’s no way you could have known he would do something like this.” He paused a moment. “Did he hit you anywhere else other then your face?” He asked wanting to at least get her cleaned up and make sure she didn’t have any broken bones or anything seriously wrong. She nodded and began to pull the covers over to reveal bruises on her hips where he had held her down. Mike couldn’t believe it. “That’s how he held you down then?” He asked, gently running his fingers over the bruised skin trying to play the entire crime over in his head.
“Yeah, and then by my wrists also.” She stated holding up her arms. He took her hands in his and lightly kissed them after viewing the bruises.
“Well, I guess the first thing is for you to take a shower. Or would you prefer a bath? I could grab you some bubble bath. I’m sure there’s some in that bathroom some where.” She again forced a smile, thankful that Mike was the kind of person who would give you the shirt off their back if you needed it.
“No, a shower’s fine. Do you think I could borrow some clothes though? All my stuff is with Ty, and,” she paused; again her tears had caught her by the throat.
“Shh, it’s alright. He’s not gonna ever lay a hand on you again. I’m gonna take care of you.” He paused thinking a moment as Brooke looked up at him, her tears gently falling. “Look, you go ahead and take a shower and I’ll go to you and Ty’s room and get some of your stuff.” He stated causing her to get that fear in her eyes once more as she gently took hold of his arm.
“But what if Ty is there. I don’t want you to get hurt, and I know Ty would beat the shit out of you not that you can’t protect yourself, but still. With him being the way he is, Lord only knows what he’d do.” She had sort of run all her words together in an effort to get everything out at once. Mike smiled at her concerns, having only caught about every other word of her frantic rambling.
“I’ll be fine, don’t worry I can handle myself. Not to mention the fact that Nick and Ty said they were going in early so I’m sure they’re already there. Now you go ahead and get in the shower.” With that he kissed her gently on the forehead and walked out of the room. He shut the door slowly and then leaned against it a moment. He let out a sigh and ran his fingers through his hair. He still couldn’t believe all of this was happening. He knew that the storm was going to get worse he just was unsure as to how much worse. Little did he know but the worst was yet to come and it wasn’t going to be easy to deal with. He was going to have to protect Brooke, for he had promised. He only hoped that he would be able to keep that promise for storms are always unpredictable.
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