Title: You Broke It.
Rated: T
Characters: Lucas Scott, Brooke Davis
Summary: Brooke Davis and Lucas Scott are in love. Where in love? Betrayal changes everything, mistakes are hard to take back, and broken hearts are not easily mended.
Notes: I update slow. Please stay loyal, though! I doubt you'll regret it!
Disclaimer: All characters, locations, and plot themes are the property of their respective owners. One Tree Hill is respectfully copyrighted to The CW and Mark Schwahn, and I am in no way affiliated with either source. Story is copyrighted to me, and will not be used, saved, or reproduced in ANY WAY.CHAPTER ONE:
I know I've been mistaken
But just give me a breaking
See the changes that I've madeI've got some imperfections
But how can you collect them all
And throw them in my face?
Her exasperated groan fled into the air with an ever-so-obvious tone of aggravation. Brooke pushed back her pin-straight bangs and clamped her hands against the top of her head, holding the strands of hair away from her eyes. She felt like screaming… and crying… and hurting him back; although, all she could do right now was ignore it. She had to pretend like she wasn't as beat up over this huge betrayal of trust as she truly was. It was the only way that she would stay sane.
Lucas continued speak to her, although she ignored it as best as she could, trying to tune him out of her mind all together. She had kept her back to him all this time, and she didn't plan to cave in now. Collecting a much-needed deep breath, she continued to move forward throughout the crowded boardwalk.
Lucas lunged forward and clasped onto her shoulder just before she could disappear into the crowd once more. She needed to try to understand what had happened and he needed to try to make things right once more…
Although Brooke Davis was not for the idea of being held against her will, and spinning around atop her black stilettos, she shoved against his chest with all her might. At that very moment, her voice bellowed out in and angry contrast against the happiness of the voices which surrounded her.
"Get your hands off of me!" Her rage rose into her cheeks, and Lucas' hand retreated quickly back, shocked.
Lucas took a step back, recoiling away from her. Hushed whispers were inaudible from those nearest to them, and dozens of sets of eyes pierced into him with curiosity and awe. And as quickly as it had happened, Brooke stormed off without a backward glance. Lucas glanced down, the quickly observed the expressions of the shocked people around him. Jesus Brooke, although he remained relentless, and pushed his way through the ever-densening gap that Brooke Davis had created through the crowd.
"Brooke!" Lucas' husky yell bounced in her clouded thoughts. Brooke looked around her, seeing the happiness and peace of the couples scattered about. Her fingers where wrapped around the heels of her shoes; for, she had given up trying to run from him in high heels. She glanced to her left, to the rail of the boardwalk. Without much thought, she slipped beneath it, leaped back blindly, and fell fifteen feet to the sand. She was able to catch herself before she fell forward, and as she glanced around her, was highly relieved to see that she was the only one around.
She had made it no less than fifty feet from her landing, walking with her feet engulfed in the gentle water which wrapped around her skin before retreating back into the depths of the ocean, before his voice was heard once more. "Brooke!" He sounded a bit winded, like he had sprinted to where she was, "would you please just hear me out?"
A sigh heaved from the girl's chest as she halted.
"Brooke… please."
"What is it, Luke? And make it quick." Her voice was like ice as she spun to face him. Her cheeks where rosy, and her eyes where filled with a million different emotions.
"I love you." He pulled in a heavy breath as he took a step forward after the words have fallen from his mouth.
Brooke scoffed, almost amused by the words that he had come up with when she had finally given him the time of day. But at the same time, her broken heart quivered with pain caused by hearing him say that, "First off, that probably wasn't the best thing to say to me right now. And second, you can't love me, Lucas… if you did love me, you wouldn't have done what you did."
He inched closer to her, sand coating the insides of his shoes… but he didn't care. Although as he moved forward, she would take an equal step back, keeping the distance he had from her the same.
"Brooke…" Lucas' tone was struck with pain and exhaustion, "but I do love you, I can't change that… I know that what I did was horrible, and I know that I hurt you… but it was a mistake… I didn't mean to hurt you."
"You did not just say that to me…" She replied in a disbelieving, hushed whisper, feeling the involuntary tightness in her face, in her throat… and feeling as the tears brimmed against her eye lashes. "Lucas, what you did hurt me so bad, and it was a decision that you made, no one forced you into it! You can't stand there and try to deny that!" Brooke wiped away a few escaped tears with the pads of her pointer finger as they reached her cheekbones.
Lucas inches closer, and when Brooke didn't step back in tune, he closed the foot-wide distance between them. They stood just inches apart, and she could feel him watching her even though she refused to meet his gaze. Two or three painfully silent seconds passed by, allowing what Brooke had said to settle into each of their minds.
"I'm so.. so, sorry, Brooke. You have to believe me."
Her lips pursed, nostrils flaring as she desperately held back a flow of pain-filled emotion, "You where the first decent guy that I've ever cared about, Lucas, and you're the first guy that I ever gave my heart to." Tears slipped past her defense, blowing her weak cover of strength, "and you broke it."
"Brooke –"
She cut him off once more before he had the chance to elaborate, "You know," a weak chuckle pushed from her lungs, and she wiped away a stray tear, "over the last few months I really felt like I.. like I'd found the one for me, you know?" Her tone was becoming more and more painful, "But I guess I was wrong, huh?" Another chuckle filled the silence after her words died away.
Lucas remained silent, not able to find the right words to mend her wounds. And at the same time, feeling a huge whole cracking open in his own heart as he took in the guilt that her words caused him. This is what he had done to her. This is how she really felt.
"You broke it." She repeated in a barely audible whisper, fighting the urge to completely break down in front of him. And before Lucas could make any attempt to make things right, Brooke had spun around and left. Her free hand clutching her mouth, she jogged through the sand and towards civilization; hell, to anywhere but standing there with him and letting him witness her hurt anymore than he already had. Her tears blurred the line of vision she had before her, but her pace never slowed.
"Shit." Lucas shuffled his feet in the wet sand, not bearing to watch the girl he had hurt so much leave. He lowered himself onto the dry, cooling sand, just where the water couldn't reach him, but leaving his feet for the waves to engulf. For almost and hour he watched the sun dip below the horizon, and then as the colors faded soon after. He watched only half-heartedly, though, for his thoughts where on much less pleasant things: On how he had thought that he could've just fixed what had happened by just talking about it to Brooke. It had been so blindly and ignorantly irrelevant to him just how deeply he had left a mark in her heart. Darkness finally came and covered him after a long time of thought. That very darkness finally drove him home.
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