Words Written You Never Read

Prologue:

I stared up at stars and waited… and waited… and waited… When he finally showed up all I wanted to do was jump out of my skin. It wouldn't have changed anything, I was numb and nothing was ever going to fix it. He headed towards me with a look of mixed emotions, I noticed that he looked confused and hopeful, scared and happy all at the same time. I knew I didn't want to waste any time and got right down to it, 'everything is fine,' I said, 'false alarm.' I still can't be certain how I wanted him to react but relief wasn't it. His shoulders relaxed and an almost grotesque smile spread across his face. It was naïve of me to think this huge life changing moment would conclude perfectly, tied up nicely with a bright shiny bow. I hadn't even been completely honest with him, how could I have expected the outcome to turn out any differently?

There are moments in one's life that you can't ever forget no matter how hard to try or how much you wish you could. For me they were all happy memories… All except for one - the one that brought me to be here in the first place. First let's start with the happy stuff; I still remember the first time I met the frizzy blonde girl known as P. Sawyer - we were seven and she made it her mission to educate me on all things related to music. I got invited to her eighth birthday party and I had been insistent about buying her a record, granted it was a Mary Poppins sing along record, but a record all the same. We were inseparable, through the good times and the bad we survived it all.

I remember the first time I met both of the Scott brothers, if I had known back then that they both would play a significant role in the woman I grew up to be I might have decided to turn around and run in the opposite direction. I'm only joking - I presume we only get a couple of great loves in our lives and well… both of mine happen to have the last name of Scott. If I were to go into anymore detail I would be at this for hours and this letter would be at least a hundred pages long.

My career is also another happy memory, well for the most part. If I could tell my younger self anything it would be not to mix business with family. I want to believe that my mother means well and is only ever acting in my best interest but I think I would be kidding myself. I love that my company has afforded me the luxury of being choosy with my time. I donate time, money and energy to organizations I trust and at this point I work when I want to. I am blessed beyond my wildest dreams - there is only one thing holding me back… You.

That is only partially true though if I am being honest. You, the secret that I have carried with me for the last four years is a lot less interesting than people would imagine. I have learned that you can't believe everything that you read, every story has a small grain of truth to it - but in reality the truth is raw and emotional and will always be where the answers can be found. My name is Brooke Penelope Davis and I promise to be as candid as possible.

"But…" He sighed heavily, "We were always careful."

I rolled my eyes at his daftness, "This wasn't something I planned. Nothing is foolproof."

He ran his hands through his shaggy hair, "I know that, so what are we going to do?"

"I made a doctor's appointment," I chipped all of the finger nail polish from my thumb, "It's on Tuesday, I'll let you know what happens." I reached out for his hand and squeezed it tight.

He pulled me into his arms, "I can take you."

I shake my head, "No, I would rather go alone, but thanks anyway."

"So…" He cornered me in the hallway on my way to take the last final of my high school life. He looked around to make sure no one was eavesdropping, "What did you find out?"

"I need to get to class, can we meet tonight at the River Court." I wiggle out of his grasp and head to my class, "I'll see you tonight. Please don't be late." Before he could say anything else I escaped into the refuge of my history classroom.

Brooke sits up with a start and looks around her. She presses the call button overhead and immediately a flight attendant comes to her side, "Yes Miss Davis can I get you anything?"

"I would love a bottle of water," Brooke replies with a smile.

The flight attendant returns swiftly with a cup filled with ice and a bottle of water, "Would you like anything else Miss Davis?"

"No," Brooke shakes her head, "Wait, when will be arriving in Tree Hill?"

She looks down at her watch, "We should be approaching our descent in the next fifteen minutes. We will be in Tree Hill in about an hour."

She adjusts her hat, Brooke nods, "Thank you very much." Brooke closes her eyes again and tells herself, 'Welcome home.'