Brookes therapy

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Beaus PoV

"And where are you off to so early?" I grumble hearing Brooke move around our bedroom. That feels so weird to say. "I have my appointment with the therapist that Nathan recommended" I listen to Brooke's angelic voice as I lay in bed with my eyes still closed. Enjoying the first day off Iv had in weeks. Between training ...games...media days...everything with Brooke and Quintin...I'm taking a well deserved me day. "At this time in the morning?" I groan giving in to the feeling of the sheets on my skin. "Beau baby it's nearly 11...it's really not early" she laughs softly before I hear her foot steps again. "I'll see you later, remember we have the ravens game tonight for Quintin ...love you handsome" she whispers against my lips before placing a kiss there. "Love you beautiful" I smile with my eyes still very much closed as I turn and fall back into a state of comfort.

Brooke's PoV

"I was attacked in my store" I sit opposite this therapist lady and remove my sunglasses, exposing the damaged skin. "I see...victims of violence often find it helpful to talk through the experience in therapy. Helps them make sense of a random act" he replies with her eyes narrowing whilst she looks over my face. "This wasn't random" I reply leaning back in the chair and crossing my arms. "A partner? An ex partner?" She asks me as I shake my head "my girlfriend adores me ...this ...it's nothing to do with her. She wouldn't harm a fly. This is my mother" she lifts her eyebrows in surprise to my statement as I swallow the lump in my throat.

"Was there history of abuse in your family...growing up I mean?" She asks me leaning forward onto her knees to look at me. "Not unless you consider a high credit card limit and no supervision abuse" I reply thinking back to the little parenting Iv had. "Yet you think your mother attacked you?" She leans back holding her pen in one hand and her notebook in the other as I stand and pace back and forth. "I don't think Victoria did it personally. I think she hired some flying monkey to do her dirty work. It must be hard for you to believe" I pause and look at her "what matters is that you believe it". "She knew that I had just finished the sketches for my fall line. She knew I was keeping them at the store. And she knew that if I showed up to my board meeting without them, I would look incompetent. And that's all she needs to convince the board to give her control of my company. It sounds Shakespearean. You probably think I'm crazy" I sigh sitting back down on the couch and crossing my legs and my arms. "No I don't. I think we have a lot to talk about" she smiles as I clap my hands together "well should I start at the beginning or just from when I fired her?".

"I notice you call your mother Victoria" I grab the cushion next to me and bring it into my body "she insisted, after we went into business together". "Why did you go into business with her?" I stare at a spot on the floor as I shrug "I don't know... maybe I wanted her to love me". "Is that something you still want?" She asks as I pause for a moment to think before I reply "the only person I care about loving me is my girlfriend...she's everything to me. I'm scared ...of my mother can do this to me ...she doesn't like Beau...she never has and ...I bought a gun". "That's not uncommon for attack victims. Gives them a feeling of control. Unless your having thoughts of hurting your mother" she looks at me sceptically as I shake my head "no. I mean I'm not crazy. But it occurs to me that... it wouldn't bother me if she were dead. She's caused me so much pain...that can't be healthy, right? To feel like if your mother was dead...you wouldn't miss her. That you might be better for it. I just don't know how it got to this". "Maybe you should ask your mother that question" I look up at her and nod ...knowing I need to speak to her.

Beaus PoV

"That sponge looks undercooked" I point at the tv whilst lying in bed watching the uk show 'the great British bake off'. I lift the sandwich I just made to my mouth and take a bite as the judges confirm my speculation "told you". I smile looking down at my phone seeing Brooke Davis's beautiful face light up my screen. It is not Brooke calling me though...it's Haley. "To what do I owe the pleasure of a twin phone call?" I answer hearing Haley chuckle lightly in the background "hello to you too...I just wanted to ask you something". "Ok shoot" I reply pausing my programme. "Have you seen Dan around lately?" She asks me as my face scrunches up just at the thought of the man "I have not...it's been blissful...why? What's going on?". "Nobody's seen him...Jamie and I went to visit Quintin's grave today and well Dan got this massive headstone sitting waiting for him in the graveyard and yeh I just haven't seen him lurking around and it's unsettling...also Jamie keeps asking to see him" Haley sighs as I lean my head back against the pillows "of course Dan has a big headstone...I bet it's bigger than all the others. Hales ...by the sounds of it dans going to finally be out of all our lives soon...forever. So ...why not let Jamie see him? Supervised obviously. Don't do it for Dan...do it for Jamie". "You think?" She asks as I chuckle "it's not really about me hales...it's whatever you and Nathan decide". "I know b it your his aunt...and like me...you despise the man so?" I look out the window, looking up to the bright blue sky "yeh but our dad taught us to be better...so it for Jamie hales". "Ok I'll think about it...anyway I'll let you get back to your baking programme" she laughs as I gasp "how did you know?". "I heard the theme tune when you answered ...anyway talk to you later" I lean back into the pillows and grab the remote "bye hales".

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