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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
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- 5-Part 05
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- 7-Part 07
- 8-Part 08
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Rising Storm
AllAmericanPipes
Piper McCoy

Part VIII

The sun shone through the thin cheap blinds of the cold hospital room, almost instantly warming up the cold colored room and causing the walls to practically reflect the sun’s magnificent golden glow. It was early, no later then eight in the morning when Brooke’s eyes fluttered open. She looked around her confines and soon spotted Mike still laying with his head in his arms on the edge of the stiff hospital bed. She noticed the tear stains still present on Mike’s cheeks and how even while he slept he seemed so sad. She only took her eyes off of him for a moment to look around the rest of the room. I’m in a hospital. She realized. She had blacked out most of what had happened after she had stabbed Tyson. The pain had just been too great for her small frame to handle. She looked back at Mike and picked up her hand. It felt so heavy, almost like it was tied down though it wasn’t. With difficulty she managed to place her hand upon Mike’s and gently caressed it not wanting to wake him, but wanting contact just to make sure that he was really there with her instead of just an illusion. She began to think to herself about all the time that had passed since she first met him. She couldn’t help but think about how long all of this had been going on. Mikey, you’re the only one who’s been there for me. Look at you now, laying here most likely waiting for me to wake. I asked you to stay and that’s what you did, but why would you stay? You have so much more ahead of you. Life has so much more to offer you then you’ll ever know. She stopped. She didn’t want to think about anything right now. She just wanted to dream about being with Mike. She knew he could never love her, not after all that had happened. She was dirty, branded a harlot by one of the few men she had ever loved, or at least thought she had loved. Tyson had branded her then raped her for the world to see. She was trash now, trash to society; no man could ever want her now. At least this is what Brooke thought as she stared at Mike sleeping rather un-peacefully. Mike on the other hand, even in his dreams thought of the day he’d get to ask Brooke to be with him. He wanted to take care of her to protect her from future storms and all together simply love her the way she needed to be loved. To Mike Brooke was a victim of a horrible crime, as she was, and his feelings hadn’t changed for her. He loved her almost the first moment he saw her. Everything about her made him smile. While he slept Mike began to mumble. Brooke soon noticed and listened carefully for his words.
“I love you Brooke.” He paused. “I love,” his words were now inaudible. Brooke had caught the first line and forced a smile though it hurt slightly even just to enact a simple facial expression. She thought a moment and knew now was the time to say what she was feeling towards him, feelings that had been hidden for a long time now.
“I love you too Mike.” She whispered softly. Mike had heard her words but thought them just part of his dream. He was half awake as he began to squirm. Brooke knew he was waking up now. Slowly he lifted his head from the bed and shook it then gently rubbed his neck it having become stiff due to the position he had fallen asleep in that night. He soon locked eyes with Brooke. He blinked a few times not truly believing she was awake.
“Brooke.” He stated softly as he took her hand that had been on top of his and began to caress it. “God, you’re awake.” He stated the obvious and Brooke couldn’t help but force a smile. She felt better already just with Mike being in the same room with her let alone talking to her as he was now.
“It would seem that way. Were you here all night?” She asked as she attempted to sit. Mike pushed her back into the bed.
“Don’t even think about trying to sit yet. Your body needs to heal a bit more first. The stitches gotta set and all that.” He paused, brushing a piece of hair from her eyes. He still hadn’t answered her question. “The only time I left your side was when you were in the operating room. Other then that only to go to the bathroom.” He stated smiling at her. She laughed slightly at his words. “How you feeling?” He asked softly wondering if he could help her at all. He wanted so badly to help her through all of this.
“Like I was just raped and botched by my ex-boyfriend, you?” She stated sarcastically. Mike looked away from her eyes and let go of her hand. She sighed. “Mike I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to be a bitch. I know you’re just trying to help, but Mikey, I, you,” she just burst into tears. She couldn’t do anything, couldn’t say anything. Her whole life was crashing down before her eyes and the only person who was going to be able to prevent her from falling was Mike. He took her gently into his arms as she continued to let the tears fall. He wanted right then to tell her what he had while she was sleeping. He wanted to tell her he loved her more then anything else in the world. Now just wasn’t the time for that. She needed him to be strong for her until she was able to be strong for herself once more. It was going to take time for Brooke to heal from the wrath of the storm, not so much physically as mentally. Mike was going to have to be there for her only as a friend until she was ready to love and to trust once again.

Sixteen weeks had passed from that day in the hospital. Brooke and Mike had moved into an apartment together. They weren’t dating; Brooke just didn’t want to live alone yet. She wasn’t ready for something like that. Mike understood so they ended up getting a two-bedroom two-bathroom apartment in Albany, New York so Brooke could finish her schooling at the university there. She was becoming a music technology major, having switched it from vocal performance. She had plans of working in the studio; whether or not she was going to be singing or just helping others record she didn’t care. Her and Mike were doing well. Over the last four months Brooke had healed greatly and Mike gave her every sort of encouragement he could think of. He was even helping her with music she had written. They were an amazing team. The All-American Rejects had fallen apart once Tyson was convicted of attempted murder and rape where as he was thrown into prison to serve a sentence of twenty-five years. Mike and Chris were still part of These Enzymes and they were doing well. Nick had gone solo and was launching a huge tour for the first time since his last tour with the Rejects. He had been planning to go solo eventually and had already had most of the first album recorded. Things were going well for all of them. Mike was now headed towards the door of their apartment. He had gone out early to buy some groceries for they had run out of milk, which was never a good thing. When he walked into the apartment he could hear music playing loudly from Brooke’s room. It was some sort of old fifties tune. Brooke had a love for old music and often played it when no one was around to listen to her belt it into the silence. Mike quickly placed the things that needed to be in the fridge where they belonged and then leaving the other groceries upon the counter walked towards her room. He put his ear to the door and could hear her singing ‘Will You Love Me Tomorrow’ by the Shirelles, her recent favorite of the week. He opened the door and had to hold his laughter as Brooke performed the song to the wall complete with hairbrush in hand as the fake microphone. She had no idea he was there until the song was over and she turned around and startled screamed. She never liked getting caught in the act of performing.
“Mikey, hey you scared me!” She paused and looked down at her body and realized she was wearing nothing more then her pajamas. Blushing slightly, she rushed over to him and gave him a hug before turning around and setting down the hairbrush she had been using as a microphone. She turned around once again and faced Mike. She kept her eyes on the floor as Mike lifted her chin to meet his gaze. He still loved her, probably more now then he had.
“Brooke, I, we,” he paused as he took her in his arms. He didn’t know how to get the words out of his mouth. He wanted so badly to tell her everything. This was the fourth time he had tried. Brooke had locked eyes with him and for some reason he couldn’t break away from her gaze this time around. Soon the words were pouring from his mouth. “I love you Brooke. I know it’s only been four months but I can’t stop thinking about you. I loved you since the first moment I saw you. You lit up my life and you still do.” He paused a moment as his arms wrapped tighter around her. He no longer blamed himself for what had happened and Brooke didn’t blame herself either. They had talked all that through only two weeks before. Mike leaned down to kiss her but stopped before his lips touched hers. He wasn’t sure if she was ready for this yet. He didn’t know if she had healed enough mentally.
“Mikey, I’m ready for this.” She stated before pulling his head down so that their lips met for the first time. Mike didn’t quite know what else to do as somehow they both ended up on the bed. Brooke pulled back as Mike’s hand grazed the flesh of her stomach. “Mikey,” she moaned, but Mike took it as a sign to stop. He sat as Brooke, not quite understanding, sat beside him. He still thought she wasn’t ready for any of this.
“Brooke, you’re not ready for this yet.” She stopped him from finishing his thoughts.
“I’m not or you’re not? I want this Mikey. I want this so bad.” She stated pulling him in for another kiss as she gently took his shirt off. Mike reached his hands up Brooke’s shirt and soon her tank top was laying on the floor followed by her bottoms and Mike’s jeans. He gently traced the scars upon Brooke’s flesh and kissed every one that he saw as he carefully undid her bra and threw it to the floor revealing her scared breasts. He ran his fingers gently over the scars as he softly kissed her neck. He’d never felt this way before. It was like he was ascending to heaven and Brooke was his angel helping him on the way through all the turbulence of his hectic life. The way she felt beneath him, the touch of her flesh against his own was sending him over the edge. Brooke moaned again as Mike’s touch sent waves of pleasure through her entire body. His fingers grazing her skin were like light kisses up and down her body. No one had ever touched her this way before. Mike soon shed their remaining clothes and gently pushed inside of her. She felt as if she was completed the moment Mike had entered her and he felt as if he was finally, for the first time in his life, connected to something worth sticking around for. She couldn’t think of anything other then how she never wanted this moment to end and as she become close to her breaking point she told herself to hold on a little longer. Mike was near the edge and as he pushed inside her one last time he said her name softly into her hair. He gently pulled out of her and laid beside her on the bed. He’d never felt this way about anyone before. This was it, his soul mate the girl he was suppose to spend the rest of his life with was now cuddling up to his side for warmth. He kissed her on the forehead like he had so many times before.
“Mikey?” She asked breaking the serenity of the silence. He made some sort of noise as his response. “I love you.” She stated. Mike smiled and so did she. They were happy now just lying in one another’s warm embrace. Mike thought a moment before speaking his mind.
“Brooke, I can only promise you two things. That I’ll always love you and that no matter what happens I’ll be here for you.” Brooke looked up at him meeting his eyes with her own.
“You’ve already done that.” She stated before kissing him gently on the lips. Outside the snow began to fall as part of the first snowstorm of the year. Brooke and Mike had gotten through their first storm and were ready for their second. Life will always give people storms to fight off. That’s part of life, as human beings know it. Tyson had been the first storm that had risen in defense of Brooke and Mike’s relationship. His wrath had almost caused Brooke to die had it not of been for her storm shelter, Mike. His love acted as a shelter for her when she needed it most and when he needed her she acted as his savoir, his rescuer. All storms must come to an end at some point but that doesn’t mean one caves in the shelter, no, one leaves the shelter in tact for future occurrences. One never knows when a storm can rise therefore one should always be ready with a save shelter in their lives.
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