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Concrete Angel - Chapter One

"Happy Birthday, Pretty Girl"

April 3rd, 1994. Brooke Davis woke up, smiling. She turned three today. Bouncing out of bed, she ran down the hall to her parents room. Walking in, she found her mother crying. Her father no where to be found. Crawling into bed with her mother, she wrapped her small arms around her and held her close.

June 15th, 1994: Brooke's mother had started drinking, excessively. While eating dinner, Brooke spilt her glass of milk all over the table. Grabbing her by the arm, she began to beat Brooke. By the time she was done, Brooke lay crumpled in a small ball on the floor; covered in blood. It wasn't the first time her mother had done this, it wasn't even the second. Ever since Brooke's father left, she hit Brooke. Taking her anger out on her. But this time, she had gone too far. A near by neighbor had heard the screams of the beating, and called the cops. When they arrived, Brooke's mother had passed out on the couch. And Brooke's fragile body still lay on the floor of the ktichen.

September 3rd, 1994: Brooke Davis was released from the hospital after being in intensive care. Her mother had been arrested, never to see Brooke again. Brooke had no other family, so she was placed in foster care like most of the other children without parents. That night, Brooke cried as she lay in her bed. Hearing a noise, Brooke looked up to see a young boy watching her. He slowly made his way over, looking at her with small eyes. "Don'y cry. Pretty girls aren't supposed to cry." For the first time in months, Brooke flashed a genuine smile through her tears.

Present day, April 3rd. 2008:

"Brooke, get up or we're gonna be late for school." Lucas' voice boomed through her room. Brooke pulled the blanket over her head, officially deciding it was her birthday. She didn't want to go to school.

"No!" She mumbled, turning to face the other way. Before she could even pull the blanket over her head, Lucas had jumped into her bed. He smiled, holding out a small box topped with a bow. "I guess the birthday girl doesn't want her present." He said, a smile on his face as she began to turn and face him.

"No no no, I want my present." Before she could even grab the box, Brooke was swarmed by a mob of children. She had been at the foster home for years now, making her one of the older ones. One more year left, she thought to herself as she sat up. In a year, she would be eighteen. She could finally leave, and start a new life for herself. One where she wasn't know as the foster girl who had no parents. As far as everyone at school knew, Brooke's parents died in a car crash. Lucas knew the truth however, they just kept it their secret as far as everyone else was concerned.

"Alright, Im awake. Just give me a minute to get ready please." She said, laughing as everyone scrambled out of her room except for Lucas. "You too mister. But leave the present." She said, a smile on her face as he handed her the present before exiting her room. Before leaving, her turned to look back at her. "Happy birthday, pretty girl." With that, he left, Brooke smiling widely. Opening the lid, Brooke gasped. The necklace she had been looking at for the longest time now sat in her hand. Smiling, she clasped it around her neck before getting out of bed. Twenty minutes later, she was fully dressed and entering the dining hall to be greeted with a 'SURPRISE!' and a large happy birthday banner.

"You guys really didn't have to do this." She said, smiling as she walked in. Lucas spotted the necklace around her neck and smiled. He sat in the back, just watching. He was never one to be social, except for maybe with Brooke. They had been friends since her first night there, and that would never change. Pulling out his copy of 'To Kill A Mocking Bird' he began to read, knowing he would have his time with Brooke later on. He had something special planned for her, he could only hope that she liked it.

Brooke went through school, anticipating what Lucas had in store for her tonight. She knew it was something, he had been overly secrative the past few weeks. And she could only assume that it had something to do with her birthday. With that thought in mind, the last bell rang and she practically ran out of her last period class. She walked out to the court yard, waiting for Lucas like she did every day.

Well, thats chapter one. I have the next few chapters outlined. If I get feedback on this, I'll post the next chapter soon =)

--Lizz.