This chapter deals with some darker issues, more so than those presented in the previous chapters I have written. I didn't receive many reviews for my last chapter, but I hope you enjoy this chapter and please review! Also, I realized I forgot to put the disclaimer in my writing so…

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CHAPTER FIVE: Truth

Brooke's POV

I saw the door creep open, right when I finished my "prayer" to God almighty. I put my razorblade back into my pant pocket and rolled the sleeves of my shirt down to try and cover the scars and newly cut wound I had inflicted on myself. I was too late. FUCK, I was too late. Not only was I flipping a shit, because someone had caught me and found out about my secret life, but I was completely shocked at who that someone was, that had found me. Lucas Scott. What the hell is he doing here?

I look into his eyes for no more than a second, but I can see the confusion, fear, worry, pain and shock in those beautiful, blue eyes of his. I still had it. I could still read him like a book. Anyways, after seeing all of those emotions that my actions had caused I just stayed where I was, staring at the blood soaking my newly washed, black shirt. Fuck! How am I going to explain this? Wait, what is he doing in my house? I can just kick him out and not explain anything to him. Besides it's not like were friends anyways."

"Lucas, get the hell out of my house! You have no right to be here! Leave," I said, with malice in my voice.

"No! I'm sorry for being such a dick to you earlier. I really didn't mean it! God Brooke! What the hell are you doing to yourself? Why are you hurting yourself like this?" Lucas said.

"You wouldn't understand! Our (pointing to the space between Brooke and Lucas, while blood is landing on the white tiles of Brooke's bathroom) friendship ended the moment you slept with my mother! You can't ask me what's wrong anymore, you can't!" I said, almost with tears in my eyes, but thank god not.

"Fine! I'm really worried about you! You don't talk to anyone, you suffer by yourself and you expect me to just walk away from you! I'm not going to do that again! I'm not going to hurt you again, just please let me in!" He said, yelling at me, but only yelling out of concern.

God, I'm about to do the one thing I didn't want to. Damn you Lucas! "Do you really want to know what happened to me? Do you really want to know why I'm like this? The truth is, after I walked away from you on the beach that night, I went back to my house and found my father who was completely drunk. Apparently, he found out about you and my mother and was filled with anger and enraged by the "information" he had found out. So I asked him what was wrong and his answer for me was a punch in the face. When I fell to the floor he didn't stop. He kept punching me and punching me with all his might. Then he got up and started kicking me in the gut. Blood was spilling from my mouth and my limbs, but he didn't stop there. He threw me over his shoulder, not caring that I was using the little strength I had left to beat my fists against his back and tell him to put me down. Not caring that every time he climbed up a step my body became weaker and weaker," while I was in the middle of telling my story to Lucas I felt something wet roll down my cheek. I raised my bloody palm to my face and wiped away the first tear I had shed in 3 years. "He took me into his bedroom and started to rip off my clothes. Yanking and pulling, not caring if he left bruises on my already purple skin. He let out a grunt as he raped me and whispered in my ear, "this is all your fault Brooke. If you didn't dress like a damn slut then you wouldn't be friends with that guy. Then that guy wouldn't have fucked my wife! All of this leads back to you! This is all your fault!" My body went numb, while my dad molested me! Then I started to believe the words he whispered in my ear. So I started to cover up my body, so no one could hurt me the way he did, because no one would look at me as a slut if I covered myself up. Then my supposed "friends" ditched me because they thought I was a freak. Well know you know the truth, so did that answer those questions you had about me?" I said in a harsh tone. He has no right to look at me with pity in those deep blue eyes. He can't pity me, he can't.

Lucas's POV

Oh my god. How could I not have helped her? Obviously something was wrong and I did nothing. She completely changed, but I didn't know why and I didn't bother to ask her what happened that summer. This is so much worse than I thought it would be.

"Brooke, why didn't you tell me? How could you have gone through that experience and not tell me," I asked, begging her to give me an answer.

"Lucas, the reason I didn't tell you was because I couldn't even come near you. You are the reason I am like this! You did this to me! The worst night of my life was because you fucked my mother! How the hell was I supposed to tell you that! Well I hope you fell like shit knowing that my life is completely messed up because of you! Now get out!" she said, while droplets of blood fell onto the tiles and unshed tears were brimming her eyelid.

After that, I left. I turned the doorknob and walked into her room. The voices were louder now that I knew what pain she went through. It seemed like they were trying to make me feel like a dick, and it was working. I left Brooke's drawing on her bed, and took one last look at her bathroom door before exiting her bedroom.

As I walked down the hallway, I heard a fait cry coming from the direction that I just left. I walked down the stairs and out the front door, leaving a different man from the one that walked into the Davis house. He shuffled over to Brooke's window and heard Evanescence's Everybody's Fool. With that I walked away and whispered, "I'm so sorry, for everything."

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