She watched Peyton, her eyes filled
with this sick twisted emotion. Something was wrong; the Peyton she
knew seemed flooded with some other person.
"You know Brooke, I
gave you a chance. I was always the good friend. After you gave me
all that shit about Lucas, I find this out. I actually felt bad, and
you did the same exac-"
"Don't you dare. Go ahead Peyton,
hit me, but don't you fucking compare you stupid little bitch. It's
not the same thing. You were broken up. I was drunk. Can you say
either of those things of when you fucked me over. Yeah I didn't
think so."
Peyton glared at her, breathing heavily. Her eyes
glowing with an indescribable fury.
"It's not my fault he
wanted me more," she snapped angrily
"You know Peyton that's
funny, because I believe he always chose me. Broke up the first time,
he came crawling back. Broke up with him the second time, and he
begged me for weeks until he gave up and settled for you."
With
that Peyton had had enough. She whacked Brooke's cheek, creating a
crimson hand print.
"Now Peyton," Derek intervened, "why
waste your energy hitting her when you can just do this." He held
the knife up with a sadistic smile drowning his face.
Peyton
looked at Derek uneasily at first, as if the old Peyton was
resurfacing. Interrupting her thoughts, Peyton heard Brooke's phone
beep.
"What was that?!" Peyton's voice thundered.
"Nothing.
Chill." Brooke's confidence seemed to have taken a sudden turn
for the worse. Peyton snatched her phone from behind her back where
Brooke was holding it. Brooke didn't have much of a defense, being
tied up and all.
"Oh look at this, having a conversation with MY
boyfriend," Peyton mock laughed. "Lets see what it says[start
convo "Hey Brooke are you ok your not here to get your prom title,
you won queen by the way."
"Peyton we're friends. Friends
check up on friends. Please?!" Brooke begged searching for some
sort of sanity in her ex best friends eyes. Peyton however ignored
her and continued to read the texts: "No help me in Peyton's
basement, call 911, get here soon."
"Peyton..." Brooke
started completely trapped
"SHUT UP YOU LITTLE WHORE!" With
that Peyton slapped her, causing Brooke to gasp. She threw Brooke's
cell phone against the cement floor causing it to shatter.
"How
well are you gonna text now?" Peyton mocked.
"Peyton," Derek
interrupted, "there are other ways to solve this." He laughed
ruthlessly, holding up the knife again. Peyton gave him a quick
glance before turning her attention back on Brooke.
"You know
what's funny: I'm not at prom, and Lucas who's my boyfriend
didn't text me. You know it's too bad Brookie because your not
going to be alive to see Lucas come and help you."
Brooke looked
at her, open cuts dripping blood. She looked into Peyton's eyes,
begging for some sort of comic look. 'She couldn't be serious'
Brooke thought, 'she wouldn't actually kill me'
"Peyton
come on, we use to be best friends."
"Were we best friends
when you made those remarks about my mom or when you slept with
Nathan, my then boyfriend? Its time for you to pay Brooke."
Peyton's words were sharp without an ounce of unsureness.
Before
Brooke could say another word, she felt sharp pains in her rib cage.
Peyton had actually done it. She couldn't breathe. The pain was so
unbearable; she went into a state of shock. Her eyelids felt heavy,
and suddenly she heard yelling.
"Hold on Brooke, It's gonna
be okay. Just stay with me" She woke up to hear Lucas's voice
whimper. She opened her eyes barely just to see Lucas holding her, an
unconscious Derek, and a stiff Peyton.
"The baby Lucas, the
baby." Brooke whispered, tears slowly rolling down, spitting up a
little blood.
