She overlooked the view from her back window. Watching as the sunset disappeared into the ocean. She loved this, being back in her small town. Sometimes the brunette wished that she had stayed in New York but then there were nights like this. So calming and quiet, you could actually see the stairs and the furthest you would walk was into your own backyard.
She had only moved back about a month and a half ago, but she felt that the move to her home was much needed. It felt like she could finally breathe again. The stress of living in the big apple along with the business of the city. She loved how slow paced the town was.
Walking back towards the front of her house, she headed upstairs to change from her elegant night dress into some much needed pajamas. Going upstairs, she slipped off her dress, letting it hit the ground and pool around her feet. Just as her phone rang, deciding against better judgment she glanced at her alarm clock and saw that it was almost two in the morning.
Grabbing her cell phone off the bed, she looked at the caller I.D. with a smirk on her lips. "Hey, didn't I just see you about two hours ago..." Her sentence trailed off as the smirk fell from her lips while she listened to the other person on the line talk.
During the conversation, she had slowly fallen onto her bed into a sitting position. Remaining completely mute, before she heard the person on the line start calling out her name. "No I'm still here just...wait, what do you mean he hit you?" She asked as she held her blackberry 3G phone in between her ear and shoulder. Grabbing a pair of juicy sweat pants and a t-shirt, she slipped on some NIKE tennis shoes.
"I mean I have a busted lip and a black eye from him. Do you want me to spell it out for you?" The other girl questioned with venom in her voice.
"No no. I'm sorry. It's just that you've been in a relationship with him for a year and he just doesn't seem like the guy." She reminded the girl as she slipped on her jacket and began searching for her house keys.
A scoff came through the phone. "You've never even met him!" The girl yelled into the phone.
Sighing as she picked up her keys and slipped on her coat. "Just calm down okay."
"Please...just get here. Just hurry B." She said before she started crying into the phone.
Walking towards her front door, she opened it and locked it behind her. "Okay okay, I'll be there in a few minutes P. Sawyer. Just breathe." Brooke breathed into the phone before ending the phone call.
Climbing into her car, she quickly drove over to Peyton's house. Getting out of her car, she quickly rushed towards the front door. Knocking on it ferociously before it opened abruptly with a distraught and bruised Peyton on the other side. "Oh honey..." Brooke said softly as she gently pulled Peyton into a hug. "It's okay, he won't do it again." She reassured the blonde while she lead her back inside the house and shut the door.
6 months later.
"I'll be over in a bit." She said before closing her phone again, she sighed softly before holding her head in her hands while she rubbed her temples gently. The brunette had gotten another phone call from the helpless blonde. Similar to the one a month ago and the one two months before that and the one from six months ago. She just couldn't understand why her best friend would stay with a guy who hurt her.
Hearing the door chime, Brooke brought her attention to the front of her store. "Hey Hales." She greeted the light haired brunette. Standing up from her sketching table and walking over towards her, giving her a hug.
"How's Nathan?" She asked through a yawn.
Laughing softly, Haley handed her a cup of coffee. "Oh I love you!" The cheery brunette said as she took a greedy sip of her caffeinated heated beverage.
"Nathan's great. Then again you know how much he loves coaching." Haley teased slightly. "I love teaching so I think that's why he stays at the school instead of taking one of the professional jobs that he's been offered."
Brooke smiled, she loved seeing her friends so happy and in love. "Oh to be married and willing to stay around high school willingly." She stated before wrinkling her nose at the last part of her statement.
"It's not like that B." Haley said going along with Brooke's playfulness as she gave her a light shove. "So what's been making you so tired Davis? A boy that we should know about..." Haley said in a hopeful tone. She had seen Brooke attempt to find love but either the guys were using her to boost their status' like they did back in New York or the guys here in North Carolina that just turned out to be grade a jerks. She knew that her cheery friend had given up on love or even dating for a while and she wished that she could do something to change her mind.
Rolling her eyes slightly at her friends statement, "Please Haley, boys are so over rated. Kind of makes me question why I was so...friendly in high school. " Brooke said with a giggle while nudging Haley with her shoulder before she let out a deep sigh.
"Come on Brooke, you know that you can tell me anything. What's the point of being one of your best friends if you can't even tell me what's going on in that pretty little head of yours." Haley reminded her. "Besides, I think after all the hell we went through in high school together. I think that I can handle what's bothering you without being freaked out."
"Okay, high school wasn't that bad and...it's Peyton." Brooke sighed softly. "She called me a few minutes ago...he did it again."
Gasping slightly, Haley looked over at Brooke. "How bad is it?" She questioned.
Shrugging slightly, "I don't know yet. She told me just the usual. Sometimes that means just a black eye and other times that means a black eye a busted lip and some bruises on parts of her body."
"Why does she stay with him?" Haley questioned.
Shaking her head, "I don't know. I'm going to find out why." Brooke answered her.
Knocking on the door, Brooke found herself outside the house that Lucas and Peyton shared. Licking her lips she cleared her throat as she heard the door unlock from the other side. It all felt like deja vu to Brooke as she saw Peyton open the door and reveal her slightly bruised face to her.
"Peyton..." The exhausted brunette sighed, half from worry and the other half from annoyance that one of her best friends could be so stupid as to stay with someone that only hurt them. Walking inside the house, Brooke took off her jacket placing it along with her purse on a nearby chair before taking a seat on the couch.
Looking down at the ground, she slowly walked over and sat next to her friend. "Brooke, it's not that bad okay. Just a slight bruise on the side of my face and a bruise around my wrist. He didn't mean to do it. Just a long day at work and I just kept nagging him that we needed to spend more time together. He asked me to stop but I just didn't listen. It's my fault."
An incredulous look came over the brunette's face. "Are you kidding me right now? Are you like six types of crazy?" Brooke asked as she jumped up from the couch and looked down at her friend.
"Brooke stop, he doesn't mean it." Peyton told her. "It was just a bad night, it hadn't happened in over a month." She reminded her.
"This isn't like being an alcoholic. You can't just have one slip up and then get right back on the wagon again." Brooke told her. "When he hits you the first time you leave!" Brooke yelled at her. "Why do you stay with him?" She questioned, honest to god curious as to why she was still with this...monster.
"I love him Brooke." Peyton told her as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. "And Lucas loves me." She stated as she looked back up at Brooke.
A/N- I know I know. ANOTHER story, but the plus is that once I get some sleep I will be putting on the finishing touches to a new chapter to TWO other stories :) And will be finishing forever another one. Yay.
But let me know what you think about this story. It's short because I want to know if people will be interested in reading it or not. Please and thank you.
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