#mitch3

This was something that she never wanted for Imogen, she never wanted the younger blonde to be like her. Brooke looked through the glass window, watching Eric and Imogen. The two of them reminded the older blonde of Mitch and herself but that scared her. Because she didn’t want Imogen, to be like her. One dead baby daddy, and a dead husband, and someone she could never let go of. No matter how hard she had tried. But looking at her now, Brooke wanted to break down and cry. She could already hear her parent’s voices in her head, somehow blaming this on her. Leading by example or whatever. Of course the blonde had wanted to call Lauren, but she figured that the other woman had her hands full, and she had already called Mitch cause he was Imogen’s father. Even though she was expecting him not to show. But there was a big part of her that hoped he would. Mitch, he was someone that Brooke had hurt really badly. And she regretted that, and she wanted to tell him this but her pride wouldn’t let her. Feeling a hand on her shoulder, she placed her over it, knowing exactly who it was. Before she even looked at him, she turned and just broke down. Crying right into his chest. “I never wanted this for her.” She mumbled through tears.