"Brooke. I need you to calm down, and tell me what happened," Branden said, grabbing my shaking hands and holding them still. I only glanced at the tower. I'd probably throw up if I opened my mouth.
"Brooke. Tell us what happened. Then you can go... sleep or whatever," Dakota said, standing beside Branden. I could see the worry in his eyes. It was as plain as day. I looked at Branden and shook my head. He sighed in frustration.
That was it. I had to go empty my system. I crawled away from everyone and let it all fly loose. It wasn't much though, thank God, I never liked puking. I spit, trying to get rid of the horrid taste left behind.
I just sat there miserably, staring glumly at my own pool of sick.
Branden sat on the open tailgate of his pickup and stared at his feet. Dakota still stood where he was when I crawled away. I just now noticed that he was dripping wet. He must've been the one who pulled me out of the water.
I scooted away from my puke because I didn't want to put my hand in it accidently. I then wrapped my arms around my legs and buried my face in my knees.
I sat there for almost ten minutes before someone came and sat in front of me. I raised my head just enough to see who it was. It was Dakota. His piercing blue eyes were full of worry and concern.
I buried my eyes again. I liked the darkness that greeted my sore eyes. How long ago had it been since I last slept?
"Brooke." Said Dakota in a voice full of worry. Dakota never worried for anyone. I glanced over my knees to make sure it was him who had spoken. "Brooke, it's okay. Whatever happened in that tower... You can tell me."
"Why do you need to know the details? Everyone knows she was eaten," I replied. My voice was muffled by knees and I thought that he would hear something else that I didn't actually say. Then I realized that I didn't really care about him anymore. Other than those eyes. Those I truly missed.
"Do they?" He demanded. I raised my head to stare into those eyes. He moved so that now he was sitting by me. He stared off into the distance where we could see the blazing crimsons, deep purples, light pinks, and navy blues as the sun set.
He gently grabbed my chin and turned my face so that I was looking right into those eyes that seemed to see straight into your soul. He moved closer... and closer... and closer, until his lips met mine.