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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
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- 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 VII

The hospital was cold, clammy and the air smelt of Lysol and other stale products that were used to keep the cleanliness up to date. Mike sat in the waiting room for Brooke was being stitched from head to toe. Tyson had sliced her parts of her flesh just deep enough to need stitches. Nick and Chris sat near by silently for they didn’t want to disturb Mike from his thoughts. In all honesty they were unsure of what to say, especially Nick, Tyson’s supposed best friend. He didn’t even know if he should be here. Mike couldn’t help but wonder if Brooke was all right, if she was screaming in pain or if they had put her to sleep. He sat with his head in his hands, the bandage upon his arm now stained by his own blood. His mind was racing a mile a minute as it had before when he was driving towards the hotel to save the girl he loved from the storm, which had been Tyson. His whole body was trembling at the mere thought of losing Brooke. Please God, I know I haven’t been a loyal servant to you but don't you dare let her die. She doesn’t deserve to die. She’s done nothing wrong, why punish her this way? All she did was love Tyson and he betrayed her; tried to murder her. The only thing Brooke is guilty of is loving. She has her entire life ahead of her and I won’t let you take her. I won’t let you take her! Mike stood his emotions taking control of him. He was unsure of exactly what he was feeling. He couldn’t think straight, hell he could barely think at all. His emotions were like a cloud covering the sun of his thoughts. He looked towards the ceiling, towards where he believed Heaven and God existed and began to shout.
“I won’t let you take her! Do you fucking hear me! She didn’t deserve any of this! How could you let this happen to her! How could you let me let this happen to her!” He paused as a sob racked his body. Nick and Chris were standing near him at this point. “It should have been me! You fucker! It should have been me! It should have…” Mike fell to his knees. He couldn’t take it. He couldn’t be strong any longer; he had been strong for her, but now that he had to be strong for himself he couldn’t do it. He might lose Brooke when in his mind it should have been him. Nick and Chris knelt beside him trying to comfort him. Mike merely pushed them away forcefully. He wanted to be alone in his despair. He’d never felt so broken before, so entirely alone and ashamed. He was holding himself up as his tears hit the cold linoleum of the hospital floor. It should have been me. I’m the one who should be in there on that table while those people sew me up. I should be in her place. She shouldn’t be here; shouldn’t be in this cold, dark, sunless place. I should have stopped Tyson when I had the chance. I should have, but I didn’t. I didn’t. Mike sat upright and pushed himself against the nearest wall. His tears still fell, but now stained the fabric of his jeans for his face was buried in his knees now. Chris, being closer to Mike then Nick was, took it upon himself to comfort his friend. He sat beside Mike against the wall.
“Mike, this isn’t your fault.” Chris stated softly causing Mike’s head to pop up from his knees. Mike had a furious expression plastered upon his features.
“Like hell it isn’t! I could have stopped him, Chris! I could have stopped him in the studio, but I didn’t! I could have prevented this!” Mike screamed though another sob soon racked his body. Nick was on the other side of the small room; he didn’t know what to do. He should have been the one to see this entire thing coming but he hadn’t.
“Mike, man, you couldn’t have done anything about this. Tyson could have killed you in the studio and then he would have killed Brooke. You,” Mike screaming in his face cut off Chris.
“No! I should be the one who might die! Me, I should be in her place! Why can’t he take me?” Mike buried his face in his knees again. He didn’t know what else to do. He was helpless and he hated it. “Why can’t I be in there in all the pain? Why did I come out with only a cut? Why didn’t Tyson try to kill me? Why did any of this have to happen? How could I have not seen it coming? How could I not of stopped Tyson when I had the chance?” He paused again. Chris couldn’t believe the words coming out of Mike’s mouth. Mike Kennerty was in the midst of a complete emotional breakdown and no one but Brooke could do anything to fix the problem or so he thought. “How can all of this be happening? She hasn’t even gotten to do all the things she wants to do? She deserves to live and have children and marry a guy who’s gonna love her for everything that she is. She wants to help people and be a teacher and God, why are you doing this?” Mike had turned his attention back to the ceiling still searching for his answers there. Chris was still sitting next to him.
“This all happened for some sort of reason Mike. No one knows why shit happens the way it does, it just sorta happens.” Chris’s statements were only making Mike feel worse and blame himself further for putting her through what he had.
“No, this didn’t happen for a reason. This happened because I let it, don’t you see?” Mike stated through another sob. He needed comfort and Chris knew this.
“No, this happened so that the two of you could test your love or some shit.” Chris spat more firmly then he had wanted to. “She loves you and you love her. Everybody can see that. She may not have realized it but hell man, Tyson even knew.” Chris stood, his words compelling him to do so. “Tyson knew and that’s what drove him crazy. He couldn’t take the fact that she loves you the way she does. That’s why he did what he did. You couldn’t have stopped him. He would have killed you and you know it.” Mike was staring at Chris now, the tears still streaming down his cheeks. Nick turned from the wall and looked at both his band mates. There was something in his eyes that said he knew something the other two did not, something from the inside, something from Tyson’s mouth. After all he had always been Tyson’s best friend; his first man, his right arm.
“Chris is right, Mike. Tyson would have killed you. He was jealous of you since the moment the two of you were in that club.” Nick paused. Things were beginning to unfold. “Brooke met you first. She was having fun talking to you. I know you remember that. The way she smiled at you and kept finding some odd way to touch you. I was standing with Tyson when he first saw her. He thought she was hot and wanted to meet her and then he saw you talking to her, laughing with her and her with her hand upon yours on the glass of beer you were holding. He snapped and walked over. Brooke freaked out, seeing as Ty wrote the damn lyrics, and ever since then Tyson was different. He pushed her into going out with him. She wanted to date you, he told me that when he first took her out. She really liked the fact that you made her smile and laugh. She told me once that ‘any guy that can make a girl smile and laugh is worth keeping in your life’ and I’ve never forgotten it cuz it’s true. Brooke started dating Tyson only because Tyson told her that you weren’t into her at all and I suppose she liked him, but she didn’t love him. He told her that you had a girlfriend back home in Stillwater. Tyson lied to her from the beginning. Then he started dating her and he started talking about how much he cared for her, but he kept referring to her as ‘his’ and ‘mine’ like creepy shit form Lord of the Rings or something. It was creepy, but I didn’t think anything of it until now. In reality Mike, Brooke has always loved you.” Nick walked out of the room before Mike was able to respond. Chris followed him, knowing that Mike would want some time to himself after hearing everything that he had just heard. The only words that Mike had even heard were ‘In reality Mike, Brooke has always loved you’. Those were the words Mike Kennerty needed to hear at that moment. Knowing that Brooke loved him was all he needed to know.

Mike walked down the brightly lit corridor. The air was colder, thinner, down this walkway. He took a deep breath as he walked towards the door that held his love inside. He knew now that she was going to live. He just didn’t know if he was going to be able to handle seeing her in the state she was sure to be in at this moment. He continued to walk, feeling better then he had after hearing Nick’s words. She loves me and I love her. Nothing is going to change that. Nothing can change that. I’m going to take care of her. He repeated to himself for the millionth time as he now stood in front of her door. The doctor walked out as Mike came closer. Mike took another deep breath as the doctor approached him.
“Is she alright? Can I see her?” That was the first question out of Mike’s mouth. He knew she was going to live and needed to know if she was all right, but also he needed to see it for himself so that he could truly believe it.
“You can, but she’s still sleeping. I’m warning you now it looks a hell of a lot worse then it is. She’s very pale from lose of blood and she’s highly bruised. Then there’s all the cuts we had to stitch. She’s going to be fine, though. Just prepare yourself before you walk in there. She looks like hell, but she’ll heal and look as good as new.” The doctor stated as Mike forced a smile. He took yet another deep breathe before walking through the door to see Brooke lying on the hospital bed. She was so pale. Pale as the white walls in the cold colored room. The only color in her face was from the bruises and her fresh black eye. Mike noticed the IV wire plugged into her hand and then the stitches upon her arms. He closed his eyes not wanting to see her like this. When he opened them they were again fogged with tears. It hurt to see the girl he loved lying in the state she was. He slowly walked to the nearby chair and took a seat next to the bed. He gently took her hand and began to caress it as he began to speak the words that he had held inside since the night he’d met her. He knew he loved her then, in some weird way he knew. Now he was going to tell her everything and she wasn’t even going to be awake to hear it all.
“Brooke, God, seeing you here like this,” he paused not really knowing how to put it all in words. He took another deep breath. “I’m just going to start over. Brooke, you shouldn’t be here. You of all people didn’t deserve this. I don’t know why this happened or when exactly it all started but I had a chance to stop it and I didn’t. I could have stopped him, Brooke. I could have saved you from him; from being in all the pain you are now; from being in this hospital like you are now. I could have prevented this and I didn’t.” He stopped a moment and wiped his tears with his free hand. He kissed her hand gently. “I don’t know if you’ll ever be able to forgive, hell I can’t even forgive myself, but I wish I could have changed things. How can I even attempt to say how much I love you after I just let this happen? I can’t but I’m going to anyway in the hope that maybe just maybe you love me too. I need you Brooke and I’ll be damned if anyone is ever going to be able to change that. I’m not going to let even God take you from me without a fight. I love you too damn much.” He paused once more; his emotions were running high wire still. He took a deep breath trying to control them. “I know it’s been said that if you love someone you have to let them go, but I can’t leave you until I know how you feel and until I’ve told you how I feel.” He stopped and rested his head in his arms upon the edge of the bed Brooke was half dead upon. He couldn’t say anything else all he could do was let the tears fall. All of this was completely surreal to him. He never thought he’d fall in love with anyone and to fall in love with a girl and then hurt her, so he thought, was unforgivable. He wanted so badly to make her happy, to make up for everything that had happened. Little did he know but he already had made up for everything just by staying in the hospital with her. He was going to be there for her, and that’s all she had wanted was someone to be there when she needed them the most. Mike and Brooke had both thought Tyson was the storm, and they were right but neither of them expected the cause of the storm to be their love for one another. Of course their love was also going to be their calm after the storm. Their love had gotten them through and now it would also be their reward. It truly is ironic how things end up that way even when dealing with storms, nature’s own hell on earth.
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