Brooke Davis: Loves Tragic Encounters

Chapter One: Young and Reckless

Authors Note: Hey, this is my first One Tree Hill Fan fiction-it is based on Brooke and her relationships… her trust issues, blah, blah, blah. ;) I am making up the story-line…. Although, some of it might be taken from the show; unfortunately, I do NOT own the show, One Tree Hill or its characters. I do however; own the story-line and characters that you do not recognize. The story is Rated T and will most likely be changed to M in later chapters. I like the Brooke/Lucas love but hated Chad's actions towards Sophia off set…. Anyways, I hope you like the story, comments are always welcome. Thanks for taking the time to read my story, happy reading!

WARNING: This story will contain abuse, mentions of physical, emotional, as well as self-harm. I do not intend to offend anyone, trigger anything or to be too graphic if any…. If this is not a story that you would like to read or if it will make you uncomfortable with the topics listed above please hit the back button. If not, please enjoy!

All my love,

Crazi Babi

~Brooke & Jesse Part one-

"Young & Reckless"

"I never feared the unexpected

Until I found myself in this peculiar place

Unaware of where I was headed

Turns out it was your footsteps I had chased."

Twenty-two year old, Brooke Davis sat in the office of the company she worked to put together through the tears and frustrations of a teenagers life… she remembers the day she told her best friend, Peyton Sawyer about her design and her dream to own her own fashion line-Clothes Over Bros like it was yesterday. "Peyton! I have a new idea for my new fashion line…" Brooke said with the upmost enthusiasm she could possibly muster since her devastating break-up with the love of her life, which was none other than the infamous Lucas Scott. "Well, I am willing and waiting to hear about your upcoming world changing designs B. Davis so spill anytime now." "Okay… here it goes…" Brooke closed her eyes for a moment, taking a deep breath… willing herself for Peyton's reaction; Brooke opens her eyes and started putting them away in a hurried fashion since the blonde had said nothing in regards to her designs. "Brooke, what are you doing? Leave them out… show the world! Let people see the terrific work of the talented, young and beautiful Brooke Penelope Davis!" "Aww, Peyt, you really think they're THAT good?" "No…" "But… you just said…" Brooke was suddenly taken back by the blonde's abrupt statement until noticing the smirk that was placed across her face; she playfully hit her in the arm. "Really though, Brooke, it is amazing. Oh, and Brooke, just remember that your number one best friend, Peyton Elizabeth Sawyer gets first dibs along with an autograph when you become a famous fashion designer!" Peyton said excitedly and then added, "What're you calling it anyways?" You are so full of yourself, P. Sawyer, but I will see what I can do…." Brooke simply could not remember the last time she had ever laughed like that it seems like an eternity. "I am calling it Clothes over Bros." It was like a dream come true; actually it WAS her dream that HAD come true. She had gotten everything she ever wanted… It baffled her so just how she could have gone from being so happy, the happiest she had ever been in her entire life for her accomplishments, the fact that she made something of herself which hardly anyone, mainly her parents thought she could never do to someone so broken, disconnected from the world and to herself in a matter of months. She cursed herself for being so blind as to fall for someone like him, letting her guard down in the first place, damn Bitchtoria for feeding her guilt about being fragile and weak!

"It's illogical and it's outrageous,

The way I let you keep me hangin' on

Your character is that contagious…

I've gone and let my impulse be my guide

And on that note, I'll be defenseless for some time…"

She started to dwell on the things that had happened to her the past few months; things that she never wanted to remember again, she wished she could forget but the bruises she endured seemed to never fade away. Yes, they were no longer visible on her body but she could still feel the pain, his hands… the way he mutilate her body as if she was some type of project, a ragdoll that he could just use and abuse whenever he saw it fit… the pain; she felt as though her small and fragile body as if he struck her with all of the force humanly possible behind every blow he threw her way; feeling it in her bones, the chill that she gets shooting down her spine… scars, the scars outline it all… outline all of the painful memories that will forever be. Everyone says that throughout one's life there are scars. This specific scars outline where we have been in our lives, what has come of us-Brooke has never hated that statement before; she never had any reason to until him…. He made her hate herself, feel worthless, feel like a murderer because she had not told anyone about her story…she does not know if she ever will or will ever have the strength inside of her to tell it…. It was the cries, the cries in the dark that she heard… the numerous amounts of tears she let silently trickle down her cheeks, the gut wrenching pain in the heart, the overwhelming sadness she feels that sometimes is so strong she swears could kill. It is the same cries in the dark from the pain of the secret that lies beneath the surface, the secret of a child… one she never knew existed until that night. That same night that she thought that she would never live to see the sunrise of the next day… Brooke wished or wanted anything more to forget all of the terrors that haunted her, be able to forget him and all that surrounds him. The hell that trapped her to him a part of her pondered in the back of her mind just the smallest speculation of how he went from the caring, loving man that would give her the world would die for her that incredible man she fell so in love with could just change into this…. The person that she hated, whose voice made her cringe, his footsteps nearing, scares her to death, almost brought her to death's door, was/is responsible for the death of her unborn child… the hateful and mysterious monster hidden in the very depths of his soul?

"I'm moving in reverse under your mighty curse

I hate myself for loving you

I turn my head away but

My heart will remain til the day I learn

You're no good for me…"

I hope you liked the first chapter, please comments give all thoughts on story, and the song was No Good by Kate Voelege. Thanks again for taking the time to read this.

Hope :)