Yes, I know. FINALLY another chapter in this story. It's been a while…PLEASE FORGIVE ME! I wonder if people are still reading this? Anyway…I enjoyed writing it. I hope you enjoy reading it!
OH! And to dianehermans…thanks for PMing me because sometimes I need a kick in the butt!
It's a bright day. The sun is shining, the waves are crashing along the beach, seagulls are squawking, and Dan Scott is sitting across from his only grandson, watching him devour an ice-cream cone. It seems as though Dan always buys Jamie ice-cream whenever they are together, and it may be kind of a bribe to get the young child to like him. But, Dan likes to think it's more about spoiling his only grandson, making up for all of his past sins, and finally being the role model he should have been to Nathan and even Lucas.
"Grandpa Dan," Jamie looks up from his strawberry ice cream cone, pink goo schlackered all over his face, "how come you and nanny Deb aren't together? Aren't nannies and grandpas supposed to be together?"
"Well, Jamie, that's quite a long story," Dan raises his eyebrows. "Are you sure you want to hear all the boring details?"
"I'm not sure," the young boy shrugs, looking much older than he should. "I heard momma say once that nanny Deb was a few French fries short of a Happy Meal, what does that mean?"
"Um," Dan laughs, "you should probably ask your mom, that, son. I'm sure she could explain it better than I could." Dan enjoys the multitude of questions his curious grandson has, but sometimes he has no idea how to answer them. Or even if he should answer them.
"If nanny Deb and uncle Skills got married, would that make them grandpa uncle Skills, and aunt nanny Deb?" Jamie cocks his head to the side and squints up at his grandfather.
"Nanny Deb and uncle Skills?" Dan chuckles. "That's ridiculous Jamie, something like that would never happen. Skills is your dad's age, and nanny Deb is….really old."
"Hmm.." Jamie thinks for a moment. "I guess you're right," he nods. "I just heard them whispering the other day about Skills being nanny Deb's boyfriend. And I thought sometimes boyfriends and girlfriends got married."
"That would be correct, Jamie, but I'm sure you must have mistaken what you heard as something else. I highly doubt uncle Skills would marry nanny Deb." Dan shakes his head, amused by the kid's imagination. Ah, to be so young and naïve. "Now, if you have no more questions and are done with that ice cream cone, we should probably get going."
"Yeah, okay," Jamie sighs before standing up. "I like spending time with you, grandpa Dan."
"As I like spending time with you, Jimmy Jam," Dan ruffles his hair.
"Dan Scott," a familiar voice catches his attention. He looks up from his grandson to find an older, yet flawlessly familiar face.
"Victoria Davis," Dan smirks. "I didn't know you still roamed these parts."
"I had no idea you were allowed to roam freely," she responds in that demeaning tone of voice he's always known her to have. And has always found somewhat tempting. "You look quite well in spite of having spent," she looks down at Jamie, and then sticks her nose in the air, "a few years in incarceration." She raises one eyebrow, and gives him a snooty smirk.
"As do you, Victoria," he gives her his best Dan Scott charm. "Still married, or have you finally sucked him dry?"
"Please," she crosses her arms over her chest and looks at her fingernails, "did you really think my pathetic excuse for an ex-husband could tie me down forever?"
"I never thought anything could tie you down," Dan's eyes glisten as he leans in towards her. "You were always a pretty amazing woman, Victoria Davis."
"Keep complimenting me and I may think you are groveling," she dishes out to him.
"You've never complained before."
"Grandpa Dan," Jamie tugs at his grandpa's pants.
"Oh," Dan almost forgot he is with his grandson. "Victoria, have you met my grandson, Jamie?"
"Ah, yes, the infamous Jamie Scott," Victoria looks down her nose at him. "Someone my daughter likes to spend a lot of time and money on. Although, I must say, being a grandpa sure looks good on you, Dan. Even though the term makes you sound incredibly old."
"Just one of the luxuries in life," Dan shrugs. "Jamie is amazing."
"I'm sure he is," Victoria says in an unenthused tone. "My daughter went through a phase where she thought she could be a mother. She came to her senses and realized she was not fit and I was not given the dreaded term."
"You're missing out, Ms. Davis," Dan smiles down at Jamie. "We have to get on our way, but we should meet up for dinner some time soon."
"Right," Victoria sighs. "I'll have to check my schedule."
"Altamore's at seven on Thursday. I'll be waiting," Dan smirks as he grabs Jamie's hand and leads him away before Victoria could object. There has always been something about Victoria Davis that drove Dan nuts, and now that they were both single, it was his time to finally figure out what it was.
"She's scary," Jamie shudders as they walk away.
"Yes, son, she is," Dan smiles.
"You had a heart attack!" Haley shrieks, her tiny hands flying into the air. "A heart attack! And I am just now finding out about it? Didn't you think something like this is something you should tell your best friend!"
"I-it just wasn't a big deal," Lucas shrugs, turning away from Haley. He feels horrible about not telling Haley about his heart attack a few nights previous, but Brooke made him promise not to give details. "It was a mild one, and I just, I didn't want to worry anyone."
"Lucas, I swear to God, if you weren't my best friend and brother-in-law, I would think you were the dumbest person alive! Do you know how I found out about your little heart attack? I heard a rumor through the school that that's why you were missing a couple of days, and that coupled with the fact you haven't returned any phone calls for the last few days sent me into a panic, which is the reason I am here right now! You can't jus disappear off the face of the Earth, and reappear and say 'Oh, it was just a mild heart attack, no freaking biggie!"
"I'm sorry, Hales!" Lucas says, pleadingly. "I'm sorry, okay? I shouldn't have avoided you, I should have just told you about it. I was wrong, okay? I just didn't want anyone having to worry about coming to see me in the hospital or any of that, and I knew I was going to be fine."
"I suppose Brooke knew about all of this, huh?" Lucas nods, and Haley shakes her head. "And she didn't tell us either. Lucas," she sighs and rubs her temples. "Just, if something like that happens again, will you at least let us know?"
"Yes," Lucas nods, and walks towards his friend. He places his arm over her shoulders. "Haley, if something like this ever happens again, which it won't, I promise, I vow to inform you right away so you won't be worried."
Haley smiles at Lucas, and leans into his hug. "Now, you need to explain this whole Brooke thing to me."
Lucas pulls his arm away from her shoulders. "Listen, Hales, you know you are my go to person for everything. And I value your opinion very highly. It's just that, considering Brooke's relationship with Peyton, and everything else, I can't really get into the subject right now. I mean, I want to. Hell, I want to shout from the roof tops that I'm in love with Brooke Davis, but I can't. For her sake."
"Really, Lucas?" Haley looks up at her longest friend. "Brooke? You're one hundred percent sure you are in love with Brooke?" Lucas nods and Haley smiles a small smile. "I'm glad you've figured that out, Lucas, but if you're in any way having doubts, you need to step back and evaluate everything. You do remember the damage you caused before?"
"Yes, I do, Hales," Lucas nods. "Believe me, Haley, I was shocked when I figured it out myself. I mean, why is it Brooke and not Peyton, you know?" Haley nods. "But, I don't know, it's weird I guess. I guess…Brooke never really left my heart. I've always pushed it aside, thinking I was completely over it, but it's always been there. And then when I was with Peyton, I thought for sure that was destiny. How could it not be, right? But, I really did get over her after she turned down my proposal. It was hard, I'm not going to lie. But I moved on, and it was for good."
Haley doesn't say a word. She's not even sure what she should say. She loves both Brooke and Peyton like sisters, and she's always found the triangle quite annoying, but she just remembers the time when Lucas was so infatuated with Peyton Sawyer. She guesses people move on, though, and grow up. Hell, she used to be infatuated with Zack from 'Saved By The Bell', but even she could move on from him.
"Lucas, I'm glad that you've finally let your heart decide," Haley pats his shoulder. "I think for a long time you were using your head, instead of your heart."
"You're right," Lucas nods. "And, all of this isn't easy, you know? I wish it was, but with how Peyton is…it's going to be a long road, so I'm glad that I have my family on my side."
"Well, there are no sides," Haley smirks. "Don't think I won't let Peyton do some Lucas bashing," she chuckles.
"Ah yes," Lucas laughs. "Of course. I would never expect anything less."
"Is Brooke happy?"
"Brooke is scared," Lucas tells her. "Peyton is her family. Look what happened between the two the last time. She doesn't want that to happen again, but I don't know how else or what else…I just don't know, I guess. If I could just get Peyton to understand that it's going to be okay. That she will move on from me."
"I'll talk to her," Haley gives him a reassuring smile.
Brooke throws her keys down on the counter and sighs. Her store wore her out so much that she left early, just to get away for a while. And it's not like Brooke to want to leave her store early. She goes to her refrigerator and starts to dig around when she hears a banging noise down the hall. Her body stiffens, and her heart starts to race. It's only been her in the house since the night in the bar, so she knows Peyton's not there. The shaking brunette grabs one of her kitchen knives, and slowly walks down the hallway where she's heard the noise. Just as she's about to pass the door to Peyton's room, it flies open and Brooke screams, the kitchen knife flying into the air.
Another scream erupts as the sharp blade flies through the air, and skims the arm of the intruder. A yelp of pain comes from the intruder as Brooke scrambles around, trying to find her weapon. She's on her hands and knees, searching around frantically.
"Brooke!" The intruder finally speaks, and the brunette looks up from the ground.
"Jesus! Peyton!" She falls back onto her butt and her hand goes to her chest. Her heart is still racing, but her breathing is returning to normal. "What the hell?"
"Me?" Peyton questions. She grabs her arm, and turns so she can see the damage that is done by the knife. "You had a knife!"
"You haven't been here in I don't know how long and I heard something that wasn't supposed to be there!" Brooke shrieks. "You scared me!"
"Well, you've cut me!" Peyton shrieks back. She rushes into the kitchen where she starts to water to clean the new cut on her arm. "I didn't know you were so jumpy!"
Brooke shakes her head and tries to regain some sort of control over herself. She finds the knife and picks it up. Her small legs carry her back into the kitchen where she places the knife into the sink. She doesn't look at Peyton, out of shame, out of sympathy, she doesn't really know. She just knows she can't face the girl she's always called a best friend.
Peyton hisses as she places a wet cloth over her wound. Her arm is throbbing, but not as much as her head. All she's been able to think about is Brooke kissing Lucas since it's happened, and she needs so badly to confront her about it, but she can't find the right way to get the words across her lips. Her heart aches over it, but her head knows Brooke would never betray her like that.
"Peyton," Brooke finally speaks, "wh-where have you been?" She asks, placing her hand on her forehead while squinting her eyes.
"I had to get away for a couple days," the blonde shrugs. The room goes silent for a moment while both girls think. "Listen, Brooke," Peyton breaks through the silence, "I know what happened that night at Tric was just because we were drunk and stuff, okay? I know you wouldn't do that to me while you were sober."
Brooke squeezes her eyes shut as Peyton's words sink in. Peyton really thought it was just a heated argument because they were drunk? The brunette wants to tell her that no, it's not just that. Her and Lucas really want to try and be together, but her loyalty for her best friend won't let her. How can she possibly break the heart of the one person she's been able to call family since as long as she could remember?
"Yeah," she responds unenthusiastically. "Yeah," she breathes out again. She's just going to have to hide this thing with Lucas until Peyton is ready to let him go.
"I'm sorry I never told you about Julian," Peyton continues on. "He was just kind of a rebound for me, you know? I mean, I thought I was in love with him but I don't know how you can love someone else when really your heart already belongs to someone."
"Right," Brooke nods. Her head is starting to pound.
"I know I should be over Lucas, Brooke, I know I should. I just can't. I can't get over him. I don't think I was meant to," Peyton explains. "I think he'll figure that out. I mean, I know he'll figure that out."
The more Peyton speaks, the more Brooke becomes unsure of what she has with Lucas. Not that she's been sure about it since that night on the river court, but she at least was starting to feel better about it. The guy had a heart attack because of her, so she thought she could at least be a little more serious about their situation. But then, like always, Peyton once again jumps back in to give Brooke those same insecurities she's felt since she was a junior in high school.
"Do you think I'm crazy, Brooke?" Peyton asks.
"No," Brooke speaks, but only just above a whisper. She still can't look at Peyton, so she stands with her back against the counter, staring across the kitchen.
"Me either," Peyton shakes her head adamantly. "I know this is real. I know it is. He'll figure it out. And I've decided I'm going to back off and let him do it on his own."
"Good idea, Peyton," Brooke finally looks at her friend and gives her a half smile. "Um, I have to get back to the store, so, are you moving back in?"
"Yup," Peyton nods with a big smile. "And no more pouting, okay? I promise not to be a miser anymore, okay?"
"Good," Brooke nods, "because pissy Peyton was definitely cramping my style." She gives her friend her best fake smile, and then half hugs her.
"I told you those two were in love," Nathan teases his wife. "So, I guess I have officially won the bet?"
"I thought the bet was that he would end up with one of them?" Haley questions, hoping to get out of being Nathan's sex slave.
"No changing rules now, Hales," Nathan smirks. "You are now my sex slave." He grabs her by the arm and pulls her into his chest. "This is going to be the most exciting time in my life."
"You are such a cheese ball," Haley chuckles. "Please don't make-"
"Uh uh," Nathan cuts her off, "When I say, what I say, and how I say." He kisses the tip of her nose. "Don't worry, babe, you'll enjoy it as much as I will."
Haley lifts her head up and brushes her lips against her husband's. Maybe this whole sex slave thing isn't going to be a bad thing? After all, she does have one hot husband. And having sex with him on his command may not even be that bad. Just thinking about him naked….in bed…A muffled groan escapes her mouth.
Nathan kisses the side of her neck, up to just behind her ear. "You smell so good, wifey," Nathan whispers. His hands snake around her waist to her back, and he squeezes her backside. Haley moans again. Nathan presses his hard on against her, and it's only a fraction of the gratification he knows his body needs.
"Momma!" Jamie's voice yells from the front door. Nathan groans and pulls away from his wife.
"Jamie's home," Haley sighs.
"Was he with Dan?" Nathan asks.
"We're back!" Dan's voice follows up Jamie's, answering Nathan's question.
"I get that Jamie wants to spend time with Dan, but I don't want him in this house. I don't even want to see him," Nathan says firmly, leaving the room before he comes face to face with the man he's grown to despise.
"Hey baby," Haley crouches down to Jamie's level. "Did you have fun today?"
"Uh huh," Jamie nods. "Grandpa Dan took me to the beach, and we saw a scary lady."
"A scary lady?" Haley questions.
"Victoria Davis," Dan answers her, his eyes misting over.
"Ahh," Haley nods, know what Jamie means. "She is scary," she chuckles. "Why don't you run on up to your room and start on your homework? I'll have dinner done in a little bit."
"Oh man," Jamie huffs, but does as his mother says anyway.
"Thank you, Haley," Dan says as he heads back out of the door.
Lucas is still feeling guilty from his talk with Haley earlier, so when there's a knock at his door, and it's Brooke on the other side, he silently thanks who ever is out there watching out for him. "Brooke," he smiles and pulls her into his house and into a hug. "You have no idea how glad I am to see you."
Brooke allows herself to be engulfed in his hug. His hugs have always been the best, even when they were only just friends. It's as if his arms are the perfect length to wrap around her small frame and protect her, just the way she wants it to be. Lucas kisses the top of her head, and suddenly she's forgotten that Peyton's come back and she now has to once again face a reality she doesn't want to.
"Haley came to see me today," Lucas tells her as he pulls back from their hug.
"She did?" Brooke asks.
"Yeah, she heard rumors about the heart attack at the school," he frowns. "I told her about it."
"You didn't tell her how it happened?" Brooke asks, hopefully.
"No," Lucas shakes his head. "You know that's not the reason I had a heart attack, right?" Brooke gives him a slight shrug. "That was my fault for not getting my prescription filled on time, Brooke. You didn't have anything to do with it." Lucas runs a hand up and down her arm. "Well, maybe not anything," he chuckles, and Brooke playfully hits him in the arm.
"You scared the shit out of me," Brooke grows quiet. "I thought you were going to die."
"That would have been one hell of a way to die," Lucas' face lights up, and Brooke sends him a dirty look. "No, I'm not going to die, baby. Not until we're married with kids and very old."
"Like that will ever happen," Brooke rolls her eyes. She's not sure when the two went from only screwing around to considered being in an actual relationship. They never had 'the talk', but ever since Lucas' heart attack, it's like things have shifted in that direction. And Brooke wasn't scared about it until Peyton came back.
"We could get married tomorrow if you want," Lucas grabs her by the arm and pulls her into his chest.
"Lucas," Brooke sighs and pulls back.
Lucas knows that tone. And he hates that tone. It means she's getting scared again. She's ready to run again. It angers him to a certain extent, because the last couple of days have been great. Sure, he spent the first one in the hospital, but she's been coming over and cooking dinner with him. Spending the night, and in the morning, they'd wake up and make breakfast together. It's been perfect. Almost too perfect, he guesses.
"Peyton's back," Brooke whispers. "She's staying with me again."
"Did you tell her about us?" Lucas questions.
"What about us?" Brooke asks, knowing it's going to anger him.
"What do you mean 'what about us'?" Lucas starts to get angry. "Please don't pretend like there's nothing going on."
"What is going on?" Brooke asks. "Why should I tell her about us if it's nothing? Last I checked, Lucas, you weren't actually my boyfriend."
Lucas scoffs. "Not your boyfriend? So the past couple of days have been my imagination?" He knows he shouldn't push her. He needs to give her time to deal with this in her own way. But, damn it if Peyton has not screwed things up for him too many times.
"No, they were fun, Lucas," Brooke takes another step back from him, "but, I was only fooling myself to think that any kind of relationship with you outside of friendship is okay. She'll never be okay with us, Lucas. Never. You know she's still pining for you, right?"
"I'm not in love with her, Brooke." Lucas shakes his head. "I want you, Brooke. You're my future. You're my forever."
"Ha!" Brooke throws her hands in the air with a sarcastic laugh. "Please don't tell me you're recycling that line again!"
"You are, Brooke! You were back then, and you have been ever since! I was just an idiot not to realize it. And you're an idiot, too, if you don't."
"Don't call me an idiot, asshole!"
"I didn't mean that," Lucas takes a step closer to her, and she takes a step back. "Brooke, you can't keep hiding behind your loyalty for Peyton. If you're scared to be with me, that's fine. I get it. But, don't hide behind Peyton as an excuse."
"It's not an excuse! She's my best friend and I could never do to her what she did to me!"
"You keep saying that. That you could never hurt her. Have you ever thought that maybe if you were just up front and honest and told her she could move on and get over it, instead of waiting for me to come back to her?"
"Why don't you tell her?"
"I'll go right now and tell her if you want me to."
"NO!" Brooke groans in frustration. There's a war waging from within her. It's always been there. Does she choose the person she's known most her life and considers family, or the one and only guy she's ever loved, and could imagine loving. Both have hurt her in unimaginable ways. Both have betrayed her.
"I know that I hurt you, okay?" Lucas' voice is rising. "But, that was years ago, Brooke! Years! I know it's hard for you to believe me, but damn it, you won't even give me a chance! We had a great couple of days. Perfect! And now because Peyton is back you want to pretend like they weren't amazing?"
"We had a great few months one time, Lucas, and look what happened after that." Lucas looks as if he's been slapped in the face by her comment. He's hurt, and she slightly feels bad.
"You broke up with me," he says. "You left me. I was completely in love with you."
"We're not getting into that," Brooke shakes her head. "There's no need to get into that."
"Why not, Brooke?" Lucas asks. "You know, you've always been like this. Always too afraid to really show yourself to one person, and when it gets close to happening, you shove them away."
"I wonder why I'm like that?" Brooke bites back.
"Maybe you should just leave," Lucas' tone of voice drops. "Maybe I was wrong when I said we could work. You're right, it can't work because you're unwilling to try it."
Her store is silent, and she welcomes it. It's long past closing time. She made a point to come in once the store closed. She didn't want to see anyone. Not even Millie. So, she waited until her assistant/friend locked up the store, and secretly made her entrance afterwards. The monitor from her computer is the only light in the room, and it's just enough for her to ketch some designs under.
Designs. It's for her new fashion line. And they're amazing, in her opinion. Some of her best work. She thinks she may have Lucas to thank for that, since if it weren't for him, she wouldn't want to be so engulfed in her work.
Lucas. He's the reason why she wants to be alone. He's the reason why she's wanted to be alone since she was a senior in high school. She thought she had moved on from him way back in high school. Chase helped her move on. Now that she thinks of it though, she remembers the whole time she was with him she had been comparing him to Lucas. She thought she loved Chase, but she also knew that what she felt for Chase, didn't even compare to how she had felt for Lucas. And that night, graduation night, when Lucas read those words to her. Beautiful, brilliant, and brave…she knew she would never actually fall out of love with Lucas Scott, she would only get over it.
She's grown used to the fact she'll never actually have the one person who took her heart because he was meant to be with someone else. And it was even easier to move on once she read his book, and read how he had felt the moment he and Peyton got together. He was then, and would always be in love with Peyton Sawyer. And she can't compete with that. She couldn't before, and she doesn't know if she has the strength to now. Her heart has been broke by Lucas Scott before, and it's not an easy thing to heal.
Yet, he seems so adamant now. So sure. But, how can she give her heart back to him when she knows he doesn't handle it very carefully. And when she knows it'll break her best friend's heart. She admits that it's so easy to love him. He's kind, caring, attentive, and even though they don't have a lot in common, they mesh so well together. He really is the broody to her cheery, and it scares the hell out of her. Is it possible that Lucas Scott really is the man she's supposed to spend the rest of her life with?
She sighs and throws down her pencil. It's never going to be possible, because they'll forever have a certain blonde, curly haired girl coming in between them. It's the one thing they have in common. Their love for that girl. She stretches before standing from her chair. She's not going to solve anything by sitting and dwelling about it. She may as well go home and go to bed.
After placing her drawings in her vault, she puts her coat on and grabs her purse. It's a chilly night, but she decides she's going to walk home. Just as she gets to her door, she turns around to look at her store, and she smiles because she's proud of herself. She's actually made something of herself, and it's something no one ever thought possible.
With the smile still on her face, she opens her door ready to leave. But, before she can even get a foot over the threshold, there's a force knocking her backwards, falling onto the hard floor. Pain rushes through her as she makes contact, and before she can react to it, there is something hitting her in the face, and then stomach. She tries desperately to shield herself from whatever is causing her so much pain, but she doesn't have a chance.
"Stop!" She screams, but she only receives a blow to her jaw. Rough hands wrap around her arms, and she's being forced to stand. She can't see anything. Her eyes won't open. With a forceful shove, she's slammed up against the counter, causing the wind to be knocked out of her. She falls back onto the floor. She tries to curl into a ball, but a foot hits her in the side.
He's on top of her now. His legs have hers pinned to the ground, and his hands has hers forced above her head. She can feel his retched breath against her cheek, and her stomach starts to turn. She begs him to stop, and tells him he can have anything he wants. He doesn't stop.
His calloused finger tips brush against the skin of her neck, and then grasps onto the top button of her blouse. She struggles beneath him, trying with all of her might to get loose. He's too strong. He rips apart the front of her shirt, and she can feel the cool air against her now exposed skin. She begs him some more. He doesn't listen. He doesn't even bother to pull down her skirt. Instead, he hikes it up her leg, and pulls down her panties. Whimpering, she clenches her legs together, but his calloused fingertips still manage to violate her. She hears his zipper go down, and knows this isn't going to be stopped. She tries so hard to think of something else. Anything else that will take her mind off of what is happening to her. And the first thing that comes to her is Lucas' smiling face.
When she comes back to reality, he's gone. He's not on top of her anymore. But, she's in a lot of pain. Her whole body aches, as if every bone has been crushed. She's not sure where he is, but she's glad he's gone. Her eyes open, and she searches her store. A tall figure starts to come at her, and she starts to scream and kick her legs.
"Get away!" She screams. "Leave me alone! Please!" She begs and starts to cry. Tears pour from her eyes. She can't take anymore.
"Brooke, Brooke," a familiar voice speaks. A welcoming voice. A loving voice. She stops her screaming, and kicking, and grabs onto him. "Shhh," he tries to comfort and soothe her. "It's okay, it's okay. I'm here, baby. I'm here." He rocks them back and forth, trying to calm her down.
"Lucas," she cries, burying her face into his shoulder.
"Shhh, it's okay, Brooke. I'm here, pretty girl. I'm not going to leave you. I'm not going to hurt you." He reassures her, his arms surrounding her. His safe, protective arms.
Her tiny hands claw at his shirt, and she desperately clings to him. "Don't leave me, Lucas. Please, don't leave me."
"I'm not going anywhere, I promise."
I know…another cliffy, right? They suck. But, it's not REALLY a cliffy. Lucas DID save her…FINALLY. Man, I love my One Tree Hill….LOL! Go ahead and hit that review button even if it is to tell me how much I suck at updating…