Title: Empty Space
Summary: Peyton returns to Tree Hill to be with her love once more, but can she be forgiven from the people she left?
Rating:T (just in case)
Disclaimer : I don't own OTH or its characters. In fact I own very little – debt it a bitch! lol
Author's Note: This is my second attempt at a Breyton fanfic so be gentle with your reviews. I do't have a beta so please excuse any errors.
I have written a few chapters at present so depending how you folks like it I will post more. Thanks
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I stared at the dotted line, that awaits my signature. I can hear the nervous coughs of the lawyers sitting around the large wooden table. They could sense my hesitation to sign away the only thing in my life that keeps me alive on a daily basis. They did not understand that for me this deal was not just about money, selling out or losing control. No, by signing away my record company to the corporate label, meant that the existence I had created for myself in the past four and a half years was over. I created this label as it was my last chance of survival. Music had always been my passion and it was the second love of my life, secondly to Brooke. I choose pursuing my internship a record company when I was 18 to be with my first love, but the path I chose became bumpy and eventually I crashed. The love we had had been destroyed by blood stained hands. I had to leave my home….our home, so that she could live a pain free existence. It was the sacrifice I needed to make. It hurt and I was left with a void I couldn't fill. My heart had become an empty space, and everything I tried could not replace her. I realised I had to shut off my heart, and fill my mind with new ventures. So I left everything and everyone I knew.
I had some money that my dad gave me when he sold our house. He thought that it would be better for me to put my inheritance to use now instead of waiting another 20 or 30 years. I had enough capital for a small start up. Within 12 months I had signed 3 acts and was close to breaking even when my next act went global. The money rolled in and since then the success of the label just got bigger. I had been approached at least two to three times since then by major labels to sell. I always knocked them back, until this one arose 3 months ago. They offered crazy money but more importantly I was still allowed an active role in any creative outlet that I wished. But it wasn't the money that was the clincher in the end. It was the realisation that my heart still ached for her no matter how many hours a day I worked, the new famous friends I made, or the number of zeros that continued to be added to my bank account. Every night when I eventually found myself alone I thought of her and how she was still the only one for me. I grew tired and weary of being alone and void of emotion or love.
I hesitate to sign the contract because I made the decision to go back, to find her and see if she can forgive me for the blood I shed and the pain I caused and to find the love we once shared. Because I tried to punish myself by leaving, because I took away from her what she can never get back, and I deserved to be punsihed for that, and my punsihedment was to live with a broken heart.
It has never healed and I am weary of the pain, and hope that I served my time, because I want to be healed and the only way is to be with her.
Another loud cough pulled me back out of my thoughts.
I grabbed the expensive looking pen, took a deep breath and signed.
" Congratulations Ms Sawyer, you are now an even richer woman. What's the first the first purchase going to be?"
" A ticket home" I said feeling the corners of my mouth develop into the first genuine smile I had had in a very long time.