Blind leading the blind
Author's note: Hi all. I'm starting here my very first story. It will be dark and sometimes a bit disturbing. But trust me everything will make sense in the end. First thank you goes out to Lynn for making me start to write here. Her stories are an inspiration to me.
Disclaimer: I don't own One Tree Hill. Sadly the tv-series is belonging to Mark Schwan.
Chapter 1: Mexico
You could see me breathing
But you still kept
Your hand over my mouth
You could feel me seething
But you just turned
Your nose up in the air
You only think about yourself
You only think about yourself
Los Angeles, September 2011
He is not asleep.
He just can't sleep anymore.
He sits there on his big king-size bed with the overpriced satin sheets all messed up.
He lights up the cigarette with one slow and mechanical hand move. When he takes a drag and inhales the smoke it makes his mind go numb again.
He smokes the cigarette without even caring about the ashes slowly dripping down on the floor.
"Lucas are you listening to me?"
He barely even raises his head to take a look at the tall and blonde haired woman who is standing right in front of him. She has her arms folded in front of her chest looking at him with an empty expression in her eyes.
"I said that I slept with him Lucas."
He does not stir up or even flinch after hearing this last words.
The blonde woman shakes her head furiously in disbelief.
"Did you hear me Lucas?" she says fiercely trying to evoke some emotions out of the impassive man sitting on the bed in front of her.
He raises his hand to take another drag and then slowly exhales the smoke untroubled by the presence of the enraged woman.
She is about to turn around and leave but the boiling rage gets a hold of her.
The sound of the slap enters and abandons the room in an instant. Only the ticking of the wall clock breaks the silence monotonously.
"What do you want from me, Peyton" he says with a firm and lethargic voice.
The woman backs off a few steps and looks at the man she once loved with all of her heart and soul. He was always her savior, her bridge over troubled water. But times have changed in the past few years since they got back together. Not the times changed, actually he changed. She got stronger every year and he weaker every minute they spend together since he published his last book. The writer's block sucked the life out of his piercing blue eyes and left her being in a relationship with a bitter, broken and heartless man.
She has to abandon her thoughts as the man starts speaking quietly.
"Listen Peyton, it is pretty clear this isn't working anymore. You can tell him that we are even. I once screwed the mother of his child and now he got back at me by sleeping with you."
The expression in the woman's eyes rapidly shifts from anger to pure hatred and disgust.
"This is all you have got to say? Am I this unimportant to you?" she furiously screams.
He takes another drag and inhales the smoke calmly. Then he just shrugs his shoulders.
"So that's it? You throw away our relationship without even trying to fight for it?" she stutters in shock.
He slowly raises his head to finally look into her eyes.
She can't avert her eyes and holds her breath. His look gives away all the answers.
It is blank. No sadness, no hope, no love.
She turns around to avoid looking into his eyes and whispers "What happened to you, Lucas Scott?"
Time passes by with only the ticking of the wall clock audible.
She grabs her coat and opens the door. She turns around hoping to see him run after her.
But he just sits there on the bed staring into space.
He hears her slamming the door.
Then he slowly stubs out the cigarette.
Author's note: The first chapter is a little bit short. But I'll definitely make it up to you guys.
Every review is appreciated.
Daniel
