I woke up alone in bed. My body immediately missed the heat from Brock�s body, goose bumps forming on my flesh. I sat up slowly, becoming aware of the noise in the bathroom. The light pattering of water from the shower was barely audible, and to confirm that�s what it really was I had to look over to the bathroom door and see mist seeping out from it�s cracks. I sighed with relief and slowly slid out of bed, stretching like I always do before moving around the room. I was pleased to see a normal action of Brock�s taking place. He would be fine, he just needed a day or so to get over the scare. He would be fine.
I walked over to the bathroom door and put my ear to it, grinning at the thought of Brock singing in the shower. I was hardly ever awake for when he was showering, so I always would picture him singing his heart out. I would have laughed hysterically if he was singing some song by Tim Mcgraw, or even Metallica. Just imagine, I�d put my ear to the door and I�d hear him growl, �Gimme fuel, gimme fire, gimme that which I desire!� I restrained laughter as I thought about it. My amusement quickly faded as I heard something I was hoping to god I wouldn�t. My heart sank as I heard him lightly sob and whimper. I was thinking about leaving him alone but couldn�t bring myself to do that. I knocked on the door.
�Brock, baby, are you alright?� I asked, saying it loud enough for him to hear me over the running water. There was a sudden loud bang.
�Uh...y-yeah! I�m fine!� He said quickly, stuttering nervously.
�Are you sure?� I persisted.
�Yes!� He sounded slightly distressed and desperate for me to back off. I didn�t want to back off though. He wasn�t fine. I could tell. He wasn�t okay, and it frustrated me knowing he wasn�t going to just tell me what was wrong. I didn�t understand. There was nothing for him to be upset about. I didn�t think Vince could scare him that badly. I decided to leave him alone until he came out of the bathroom. It would be much easier to speak to him face to face rather than through a door. So I left the room, going down to the lobby to get us both cups of coffee. That took me about five minutes, and when I got back to the room I was some what relieved to hear Brock was just getting out of the shower. I went and set the cups down on the night stand and sat on the bed, waiting for Brock to come out of the bathroom.
He came out dressed in blue jeans and a black tank top. He was looking at the floor as he walked over to his duffle bag and stuffed his clothing from the previous day into it. He didn�t even notice me until he looked up and met my gaze. He tried to smile. He was trying so damn hard to be fine. He walked over to me and sat down next to me, still trying to throw me off. I leaned over and kissed him as if I couldn�t tell he was somewhere else mentally.
�I got you coffee.� I whispered to him as our lips parted. He smiled half-heartedly.
�Thanks.� He reached over and got both cups of coffee, passing me mine and taking a hesitant sip of his own. I simply eyed mine and then looked over at him, watching him slowly sip at the hot liquid.
�So...what�s wrong?� I asked. He almost choked on his coffee, swallowing it hard and turning to look at me with wide eyes.
�What do you mean?� He said. �I haven�t done anything!� I looked at his cup, watching it shake in his hand. I frowned, reaching over and taking his cup from him before he spilt it. �Kurt, I�m fine...� He said, watching me as I set the two cups down on the floor and looked back to him.
�Tell me why you were crying in the shower. I heard you, Brock.� I told him, looking straight into his eyes. He had to look away, telling me that there was something wrong, he just wasn�t going to talk about it.
�I�m just a little shook up. No biggie.� He said. I sighed.
�You�re lying.� He shot a glare at me, which surprised me, but I didn�t back down. �Why won�t you just talk to me? What could be so bad that you feel you can�t?� Having him eyeing me the way he was wasn�t something I enjoyed but it was better than nothing at all. I knew he would get frustrated with me but I also knew persistence was the key to getting the answers to my questions.
�We need to get going. We can�t afford to be late to the show tonight.� He told me, changing the subject quickly. I just shook my head.
�Fine. I�m not forgetting about this, Brock. We will talk about this.� I told him, knowing he was right about us having to get going. Brock nodded slowly.
�Okay. We�ll talk later.� he agreed. That gave me some hope. With that we both got ready to go, silent for the rest of the time we were in the hotel and checking out. Never in my life had I been so worried. I just didn�t know what was going on inside Brock�s head, and I could only think that it was something horrible. I just had this feeling that it was something I would never expect to happen to Brock...

Part 5