Hi guys! This is my first ever fan fiction so I'm a little nervous about posting it. I would love any feedback you guys can give me (good or bad), especially in regards to grammar issues, spelling, and the general nature of the story arc (whether you like it or think I should change anything). Also, if you guys have any ideas of where I should go with this story, feel free to comment in reviews. I would love to hear your opinions.
This story is set around the start of season 8. Everything that has happened in the show up until this point has happened here, except that Lucas and Peyton never left. The story is rated M for rape, violence, adult themes, and language. Pairings will be Brucas/Naley/Leyton with mentions of Clay/Quinn, Mouth/Mille, and Mia/Chase/Alex. First chapter is short but it will get better.
Thanks for reading, hope you enjoy it (sorry if you don't)!
Disclaimer: I do NOT own One Tree Hill or any of its characters (wish I did though).
It had been one month since that fateful night. One month since her world had forever been changed.
The brunette shot up from her bed as shadows from the passing cars outside danced across her bedroom walls. She had been attempting to sleep for the past two hours without success. Her mind was too clouded with thoughts, her body too tense to relax. Every noise she heard sent waves of fear rushing through her body. She wished more than anything that he was there with her. There to comfort her and protect her from her nightmares. It would not happen though, she thought, as she had asked him to leave. She couldn't look at him anymore without feeling the shame burning her eyes. She knew he didn't blame her but she couldn't shake the feeling that he thought less of her now. That she was damaged goods and he would not be able to fix her. She tried to shake away her thoughts as she moved from her bed and ventured into the living room. As she moved toward the kitchen, she noticed the half-full bottle of vodka sitting on the bench. She picked up the bottle and was immediately startled by the sound of a car alarm buzzing somewhere outside. In an instant, she had rushed from the kitchen to the bathroom where she locked the door and fell to the floor with a sob. It wasn't supposed to be like this, she thought. She was Brooke Davis and she was stronger than this.
She took a large swig from the bottle and gagged slightly as she felt the strong liquid slide down her throat. She lifted her shirt slightly to look at the single word that had been carved into her stomach. To see that one word that would haunt her for the rest of her life. The monster had put it there to mark her, to make sure that she would never forget what he thought she was. He had called her a slut and he had branded her as one. Julian had cried when he saw it. They all had. But Brooke couldn't. It was like that night had broken something inside of her. Something other than her ribs, something that would not heal. It was not that she couldn't feel anything, god how she wished she couldn't. The problem was simply that she didn't know how to express it. She couldn't describe how she was feeling and she didn't want to burden her friends with it. She knew that they were all there for her, that they all wanted to help her but she wouldn't let them. It was all too much for her. She took another swig from the bottle before picking herself up and moving toward the medicine cabinet. She opened it to find the Prozac she had been taking since that night. She removed the bottle and emptied a few pills into her hand before swallowing them, along with some more of the vodka. She would not sleep tonight, she knew. She couldn't risk the nightmares, wouldn't allow herself to do so. Instead, she sat beside the bathroom door and waited for morning to come. Even though she knew that the sun would probably never shine again for her.