Saturn
After Brooke comes back from vacation she sees how close Lucas and Peyton are and gives Lucas an ultimatum, they can get back together, but he has to break off all contact with Peyton. Otherwise there's no future with him. Lucas, thinking that Peyton will have Haley and Nathan stupidly agrees.
I am not a Brooke Hater, this will not be a story where Brooke is a complete villain, she has her flaws and insecurities and she lets them get the better of her. No one is perfect.
Chapter 1
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(Lucas's POV)
It had been 8 weeks, 56 days since I had last spoken to Peyton Sawyer. I hated myself for cutting her out of my life, people always leave. That was her motto and I had just proven it to her. But I wanted to make things work with Brooke and she only asked this of me. We were going good now, regular date nights and while we hadn't been intimate again we were both happy.
Haley had given me an earful when she found out what I had done, Peyton hadn't told anyone but when she came to school with red eyes Haley guessed I had done something and the truth came out. She had to talk Nathan out of beating the shit out of me. She didn't support my decision at all and if Peyton was around she'd go and sit with her to make a point of it.
Peyton still would look me in the eyes, I didn't realise how badly this would affect her. She was skinnier now, which is something I never thought was possible. She didn't smile as much and I can't remember the last time I heard her laugh. There were also rumours that a few girls were harassing her and she didn't seem to care.
I heard what happened with her mother, she met her birth mother but she was dying of cancer. I wanted to go and comfort her, this couldn't be easy especially considering her adoptive mum died in a car accident when she was younger. But I knew that Brooke would have my head so I stayed away, Haley giving me a disappointed look when she told me found Peyton crying in the bathroom one day.
"Her mum is dying Lucas! How can you be such a jackass?" She cried out, slapping my arm
"You don't understand Haley; Brooke would kill me!" I try to explain to her but she's hearing none of it.
"The Lucas Scott I know would never let his friend go through something like this alone. I'm disappointed in you Luke" she said storming off.
Later that day I tried to bring it up with Brooke, she immediately tensed up and scowled when I mentioned Peyton's name.
'Why are we talking about her Lucas? She's not either of our responsibilities, she has Haley and Nathan she'll be fine" she says confidently.
I nod, frozen to do anything else. I just hoped she was right and that Peyton would be okay.
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(Peyton's POV)
Another day, another day of not talking to Lucas. I would not cry. I was not going to cry today I told myself as I saw him ignore me in the hall and walk off with Brooke, his arm around her shoulders. I was done crying over him. I would go back to being the Peyton who never relied on anyone, the spitfire whose words were laced with venom and who didn't need anyone to save her because people always leave right?
I felt my phone buzz and pulled it out, Ellie had texted about me coming over tonight, we were going to listen to some music and watch some movies. My dad was away so it wasn't like I had to check with anyone.
I sent back a reply and threw my bag over my shoulder, dragging myself to my first class, English. With Haley. And Lucas. Great. I sat in a table at the far back and pull out my English book and began to doodle as he talked about Shakespeare's Romeo and Juliet. Of course we were currently studying a play about star crossed lovers.
I began to draw a picture of a woman being pulled down in the ocean by a weight attached to her ankle, on the bottom I scribbled Love is Weakness. I must have zones out in my drawing because all of a sudden the teacher was calling out my name and everyone's eyes were on me.
"Peyton? I was just asking what your thought about the play" he asked
"I hate it" I say crossing my arms over my chest and leaning back in my chair as a few of the bitches that have been giving me crap the last few weeks sniggered.
The teacher seemed surprised, obviously most of his students were fans of the play "Well you are one of the very few who have admitted that in my class, why do you hate it?"
I sighed, sitting back up. I hated being put on the spot "Because it's stupid, they fell in love and ruined so many lives because of it and for what? They die in the end. They fell in love and in the end that was their downfall"
A few of the girls laugh and I roll my eyes, the teacher seems a little shocked but continues on with the class and I go back to my drawing. When the bell goes off I quickly pack up and rush off, I know Haley will want to talk about what happened in the classroom.
The rest of the day goes pretty uneventfully, my locker is graffitied again with the word WHORE and I end up eating lunch alone outside by the benches, my music blaring in my ears as I fiddle with my sandwich.
I rushed out of school the second the bell goes and drive over to Ellie's house, I pull up outside and carry a bunch of records I wanted to show her to the door. There is music playing and the door is unlocked so I go inside.
"Ellie? It's me! The door was open so I came in" I shouted, there was no reply and I made my way to the lounge room where the music was playing, maybe she didn't hear me.
"Ellie I brought over some records that you have to listen….to" I trail off when I enter the room, she's on the couch. Her eyes are closed and she's pale, one hand hanging over the side of the couch. I know that she's gone and I crumple to the floor, the records hitting the floor as I cry out for my dead mother. I cover my mouth with my hands to try and stifle the screams coming out before slowly crawling over to the couch.
I pull out my phone and call for an ambulance, I know there's no point but I do it anyway and then I sit with my mother's body as I wait for them to arrive.
"Ellie…. oh god Ellie! No!" I sob as I smooth out her hair and try to stop crying, as I hear the ambulance pull up I press a kiss to her forehead "Goodbye… Mum"
They take her away, ask me if I want to go with them but I refuse. I just want to go home and pretend this isn't happening, plus I hate being in hospitals. After I talk to the police I drive back to my house and immediately jump in the shower, scrubbing my skin raw and trying to get the smell of death off of me. Why did everyone die on me?
After I was dry and in my pyjamas I crawl into bed, desperate to let sleep overcome me and take away all the pain from today.
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