Summary: The gap between heaven and hell has never been wider. Preacher's daughters are bad girls who never get caught. Brucas.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything. I'm just a college senior who has no time yet always makes time for OTH. The title for the story comes from a Toby Keith song called God Love Her.
Author's Note: So I really don't have time to start a new story, but ya know, this idea has been revolving in my mind for days now and I just finally wrote it out. I have nothing planed for it and am just going to let my mind wonder and have freedom with it. Hope you enjoy it!
Me and God Love Her
#1. The Preacher's Daughters.
She always had a thing about falling in love with a bad boy. Yeah they could see it all coming but her daddy never dreamed she'd grow up that fast, you know what I mean the way a girls gets when she turns seventeen, kinda crazy
"Fuck! Luke, I'm gonna be in deep shit." Brooke pulled her phone out of her bag just to check the time before realizing that she had three missed calls, all from the lovely Preacher himself.
"What time is it?" Lucas's guess was that they must have fallen asleep while watching the movie- some chick flick that Brooke made him watch.
"Five." Brooke mumbled running around looking for her shoes. "Fuck, fuck, fuck."
"Such the good little lady, Brooke. Preacher's daughter and mouth of a sailor." Lucas's eyes glistened as he let out a laugh.
"Shut up, right now is not the time to joke. I'm going to be screwed!" Brooke sat on the bed. She knew if she was late now, being a couple of more minutes late won't kill. "I need to go. I'll call you tonight." Brooke left a kiss on his lips before walking out the door.
"Brooklyn Davis, where have you've been?" The was what she heard as soon as she opened the door.
"Shit." Brooke mumbled low enough for no one to hear except herself. She had forgotten that her father's office was right next to the front door and he was probably waiting for him.
"Such proper language young lady. Change it now!" He warned her standing up and walking over to Brooke.
He was in his preachy moods and Brooke could tell this was going to be a long conversation that most likely will end with her being punished.
"Sorry," Brooke looked at her hands. There was something about Victoria and Robert Davis that made Brooke a nervous wreck at times. Their deminor and personalities could scare anyone.
"You have an image to uphold," Robert started, "An image that the town looks up too. If they don't see you behaving the best, they'll not look to me for advice anymore."
"Here we go with the job is what it's all about." Brooke thought to herself.
"If you ever get on the back of a motorcycle again, young lady, you will not know what's coming for you."
Brooke let out a sigh of relief when she realize this whole thing had nothing to do with the motorcycle and not her not being where she said she would.
"I do not want you seeing that boy again, young lady. Understand me?" Brooke sat on the couch as her parents walked back and forth, pacing in front of her.
"A motorcycle guy is not the proper image for a young lady." Her mother pointed a finger at her.
"He's a nice guy if you get to know him." She tried her best to defend him. She didn't see a problem with a guy who rides a motorcycle. She found the adventure of it fun and exciting, plus maybe breaking her parents rules a little helped.
"Well we do not want to get to know him, Brooklyn." Her father's words hit her hard. She knew his stubbornness was not going to allow him to get her way. "The image of this family and the church is better if you stay away from the bad boys of this town."
"Why am I being punished for Quinn's mistakes?" Brooke knew that her point would shock her parents and most likely leave her in even more trouble. "I'm not gonna get knocked up and ruin your precious image, Pops."
"Brooklyn!" Robert Davis was the preacher at the local church in Tree Hill. He knew everyone, and everyone knew him. It made it a problem for his three daughters. "What's next? Drinking? Smoking? Getting tattoos and piercing?"
"Dad, really?" Brooke looked at him stunned. She would never drastically jump that far just because she seemed to be falling for a guy who rides around on a motorcycle.
"Who knows what's next?"
"Okay, calm down you two." Victoria Davis was more relaxed then her husband is. She understood how teenage girls were. She also knew pushing and pushing will not help the situation. She reminded Brooke of her sister.
The oldest, Quinn Mary Davis was the rebel child. She didn't care to follow the rules her parents set and in the end it made her cringe. She ended up pregnant at seventeen and moved out of the house at eighteen to support herself and her young son, Callum.
The middle child, Haley Elizabeth Davis was the rule follower. She made sure to try and keep Brooke out of trouble. Her mother always told her an older sister protects the younger one and Haley believed in that. Being only one year older then Brooke she tried her best to keep a look out.
Then there was Brooklyn Penelope Davis, the youngest Davis child and the free-spirited one. She followed rules while also making her own rules in life. She never truly lied to her parents, she just never told them the complete truth all the time. She used being the youngest to her advantage at times.
"Don't bring your sister up in a conversation about your mistakes." Victoria Davis hissed going over in her mind what Brooke previously stated. "You know how embarrassing it is to hear about how your fifteen year old daughter is getting on the back of a seventeen year olds motorcycle!"
"He's only two years older, Mom. It's the same age difference you and dad are!"
"Yes, but we didn't do it in high school. A freshman and a junior have nothing in common. The relationship must be ended now, Brooklyn. Understand me?" Her mother rolled her green eyes, ones that Brooke inherited, and perched her lips together.
"Go to your room. You have a lot to pray about." Now it's Brooke's turn to roll her green eyes. Her father always brought up the whole religious thing every possible chance he could get. She ran up the stairs as fast as she could before slamming her door shut.
Brooke dialed a number she memorized by heart. Whenever she needed support, Quinn was the one she could turn too. "Answer you freaking phone, Quinn." Brooke spoke to herself as she paced in her room.
Finally, Quinn answered. "What up little sister?"
"Dad's what's up!"
"Caught you with motorcycle guy, didn't he?" Quinn laughed on the phone.
"He has a name you know!"
"How'd he catch you with this Lucas guy?" Quinn wanted the details before coming to a conclusion.
"Haley! That's how. She told him. Her stupid big mouth! Also half the town kind of saw us on the back of it."
"Brooke," Quinn sighed, "you know that Haley was probably just looking out for you. Come on it's in her nature to look out for you. Plus I think it's stupid if you keep putting it in public. You know how this small town is."
"Well sometimes I don't need her too! I'm old enough to look after myself." Brooke was fifteen, almost sixteen in a matter of a couple weeks. She didn't need the constant supervision from everyone around her. "I know she was trying to help, but Mom and Dad won't even get to know him, Quinn."
"You really like him, don't you?" Quinn could hear it in her sister's voice how much she cared.
"I like him a lot." Brooke mumbled back.
"Ah, young love. Melts my heart." Quinn teased.
"Okay, maybe I'll get support from someone else."
"Oh stop the dramatics Brooklyn." Quinn laughed. "I'll give you all the support you need, Brookie. I just need to make sure not to get on Mom and Dad's bad side again... I still need their help you know."
Brooke let out a deep breath. "I know, I know." And Brooke truly did know Quinn needed help still. Her so-called boyfriend/Callum's father ran out about six months ago making things very tough for the young mother. Her parents were willing to help as much as they could. "You gonna be at dinner tonight? Grandma and Grandpa Davis are joining us."
"I don't exactly have a say in it anymore." Quinn, when she first moved out, did whatever she could to get out of doing anything with her parents- besides church every Sunday. That was still mandatory. "I'll be there and you will most definitely give me the details! I want to know them all, B. Got it?"
"Of course, Q. I love you sis."
"Love you too, B. Just talk to Haley for me, please?"
"I can't exactly say no to you can I?"
"Nope, you can't. I have a secret weapon known as being the older sister. I'm not getting involved with you and Haley and your fights anymore. But she is still your sister. You're stuck with her just like I'm stuck with you two."
"Feeling the love, Quinnie. I'll see you later." Brooke hung up the phone and fell back on her bed. She couldn't get today out of her head. It was on a constant repeat.
"Brooke?" The voice was quiet and a knock was heard at the same time. "Can we please talk?"
"I don't have anything to say to you."
"Well then just listen to me please?"
"Why?"
"Because I'm sorry, okay?" Haley looked defeated. "Everyone was talking about how they saw you with him and I knew it was going to get back to them eventually."
"Well then let them find out by themselves. My own sister betrayed me."
"I didn't do anything like that, Brooke." Haley rolled her eyes at the act her sister was putting on. "I was protecting you! You know dad!"
"Yes, but I can handle him." Brooke yelled. "I don't need dad to tell me what I can and cant do and who I can and can't see, Haley and I sure as hell don't need you to tell me either."
"You where with him ever day this week, weren't you?" Haley was silent before she responded with this. The gears in her head where turning and the lies Brooke told were coming forward for the truth.
Brooke didn't respond to her. She stared at the ground embarrassingly.
"I'll take that as a yes." Haley shook her head disapproving. "You know what dad says and what he always taught us."
"Guys want one thing. Yeah, yeah, yeah. Maybe if you stop walking around like the bible or what dad says go you may have actual guys that are nice in your life."
Haley felt like that was a slap in her face. She always knew, and believed, what her parents taught, and what the church teaches. "This is how it's done, Brooke. Think of dad for once." Haley walked out of the room, but paused. "I think you need to check on yourself, Brooke. You're going down the wrong path in life."
Brooke slammed the door on Haley, not even bother caring about her family's problem on it.
"Brooklyn," Not even bother to knock her father comes walking into her bedroom. He's never really been one for privacy.
"What?"
"We are going to get through this." He grabbed her hand. "He has a plan for you and we are going to figure it out together."
"Of course." Brooke's hasty response.
"We're going to make a plan, a plan through prayer and His guidance for you." Robert started to pray.
This was going to be a long night for Brooke. In her mind, all she could think about was when she was going to see Lucas again. She was falling hard and fast and nothing her parents could do could stop her.
She's a rebel child and a preacher's daughter. She was baptized in dirty water. Her mama cried the first time they caught her with me. They knew they couldn't stop her. She holds tight to me and the Bible on the back seat of my motorcycle. Left her daddy standing there preaching to the choir, you see. God love her. Oh, me and God love her.