Hello Everyone!!!! I'm Maria. Well this story came to my mind when I was alone at my house listening "Bittersweet Symphony" by The Verve. I always thought Peyton was a little too messed up to make a steady relationship with Lucas, even if the two of them would want it to work. It all came to my mind. I hope you like it.
Disclaimer: I own nothing (sniffles).
A/N: In this story, Lucas and Peyton left Three Hill after their wedding. I changed some things in the story from Three Hill just to make sense or simply just because I didn't like them. This story begins with the ending of the divorce between Lucas and Peyton.
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I'm Lucas Scott, a novelist and the most messed up person you could ever meet. Since I got married to the 'woman of my life', my ride in this life has been a break down road. Let me tell you my story: I lived in Three Hill all my childhood and my youth, and my passion as a High School was the basketball. I met my half-brother Nathan Scott like that. He was my father's son, with the woman he married after leaving my mother and me. We had problems at first, but with the time, we could become best friends, and forget the monster we used to call 'dad'. He fell in love with one of my best friends, Haley, and when she got pregnant, they got married.
My first love in High School was a cheerleader girl named Brooke Davies. She was the popular girl of the school. Total party animal, player… And all you can say of a plastic girl. But I couldn't say anything about it; I was becoming another Brooke Davies. We were so alike, not only in the façade we invented for the society, but in the inside. Our real personalities. We were both people with problems behind our stereotype; we had our love problems and problems at home. We helped each other. I don't know where I would be without Brooke right now. She was an aspiring designer at the time we dated, and right now, she is a successful designer. We took different ways in life, but I always had something in my mind:
I never stopped loving Brooke Davies.
I fell in love (or so I thought) with another cheerleader and Brooke best friend, Peyton Sawyer. Our relationship came with a lot of up and downs, and I only fell for her more and more. Most of those memories, I don't want to remember. I made her my muse. Since our relationship begun, I started writing a book, describing her and adding part of our relationship. When we finished High School, she moved to New York. I assumed she was scared, since she had some problems with drugs and depression. I chased and found her. I got into her apartment with a ring, asking her to marry me. She said no. I don't think I can describe in words how much that hurt me. With my heart broken, I got back to Three Hill, where I decided to publish my book, just to get some of the pain I was in, out of my chest. I found an editor, Lindsay. I opened up to her so much, that I told her the entire story behind the book. She always listened to me and somehow, she always seemed to have the answer. The story came out as a best seller. It helped, of course. A lot of things came around, and one of them was Peyton Sawyer back to Three Hill. Brooke Davies stayed all the way in Three Hill, so Peyton stayed in her house. She told everyone she didn't come to Three Hill for me. There was reunion of all of our friends of High School in a local bar. I saw her again, and that brought so many emotions. That same night, just to prove Peyton and myself that I could move on, I asked Lindsay to marry me. She accepted, but she wasn't a fool, she knew exactly that I still loved Peyton. That very thought made her change her mind about marrying me, she canceled our wedding stating that she didn't want to marry someone that didn't love her. She convinced me to go after Peyton. And so I did, but now that I get to see how much mistakes we've made, that is a decision I'll always regret.
I got married to Peyton four years ago. After the wedding in Three Hill, we moved to New York downtown, where I got a big house for the two of us. I tried to convince my mom to come with us, but she only said that she would stay with my little sister in the house I got for them in Three Hill. I can only describe the first year of our marriage as pure and perfect heaven. As cliché as it sounds, I fell more and more for her, I would find paradise only looking through her hazel orbs. Just as I said before, she was my muse, so my inspiration came back and I could save my career.
The second year or so, I made a mistake, something I will always regret, and it will hurt until the end, if there is an end. After a party that I made in our house to celebrate my second book, called 'Through the Fog', all I remember is that after almost everyone was gone and it was only Nathan, Haley, Peyton, the editor of my most recent books, Marissa Ford and I, I drank a lot of alcohol. When Haley and Nathan were going, the last thing I remember is kissing Marissa.
The morning after, I woke up in my bed, next to her. Peyton was nowhere to be seen; I called her so many times that I can't remember how many, but she didn't answer. I wanted to apologize to her, to hold her and kiss her. She came back at night, screaming at me and as much as I said 'sorry', she only screamed more. I managed to get away of the house and spend the night at Nathan's. Then, everything just got worse. She started drinking, when I was coming from anywhere, she would be drunk, with red eyes from lack of sleep and crying in the nights, and she would accuse me of cheating on her. There were a lot of times that I found her in the floor passed out. I figured something out, so I got a condo, took my stuff out of the house and went to live there, so we weren't living together anymore. One day, I just said 'stop' and tried to talk to her. We did have a conversation and we did solve some things out. One of them was that we needed to attend to couple's therapy if we wanted to save our marriage. We figured out that if I could gain back her trust and leave the past in the past, things would start to come around and eventually we would be the happy couple we used to be. Everything started just fine; we talked to the therapist about everything in our relationship and sometimes we even laughed about memories of our good times together. But soon, Peyton's problem with the alcohol was just too much to handle for her, so she stopped going to the sessions, and soon she was using sleep pills and pills against the nerves. All her being was pills and alcohol, pills and alcohol. And soon the drugs came around too. She got intoxicated once, twice, and at the third time, I knew I had to do something for her. Don't get me wrong, I tried to talk to her and get her back to couple's therapy, but all I got was screaming. And she broke all the mirrors in the house. When she was still in the hospital, I got her in Detox.
That's pretty much all that had happen until today that the divorce is ended. All she left me is my name. The house, all the money we saved together, our car… Coming back from the past, I'm here, in the living room of the house that is now Peyton's. I won't be able to look at this house without looking through the past. I probably won't be able to look at this house without feeling guilty. I won't be able to look at this house anymore.
All my things are in their respective boxes, just waiting for the moving van to take them to my condo. I'm alone here, since Peyton is still in rehab. The tribunal gave her almost everything because she told them an extremely dramatic story about how the problems in our marriage appeared, and since all of that leaded us to where we are now, she made me look like a monster in front of them. I hid myself into my only talent: writing. That's something Peyton can't take from me. Also, there is catch I forgot to tell. Since our marriage started having problems, I started writing a book about it. It would be like a sequel to my first book. I'm actually finishing it and I'm thinking about publishing it as soon as the problem between Peyton and I is completely solved.
But the thing is that, it just doesn't seem to end anytime soon.
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So, what do you think????
Bad, good…? Well it's just starting, Brooke Davies will come around the next chapter.
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