Road to Forgiveness
The old Tree Hill Church would've seemed beautiful, in it's array of lily's and lights that seemed as from heaven, that streamed through the stained-glass windows. That is if it weren't for the horrible circumstances. "Kieth Scott. A brother. A father." the casket read. Lucas walked up to the podium in the center of the stage. He looked down at it a moment before glancing up at the small audience in front of him. He took a deep breathe before beginning. "Kieth. You all knew he didn't really like being the center of attention," the blond took a short look at his mother, whom was near tears, so he had to quickly turn away, "I think we all feel that way sometimes. Though sometimes," he gave a glance toward his little brother, his head buried in his hands as Haley rubbed circles into his back, "we have to stand up for ourselves and for others," he paused, stepping closer to the podium, needing the extra support. "He was always there, always giving. He tried to save Jimmy, someone he didn't even know, and lost his own life in the process," Lucas was had trouble holding back his tears. "Um sorry," one pried through, he tried to brush it away but more just kept flowing out. "Damn," he muttered under his breathe. When he looked back up, his mom was making her way toward him. He aloud it. "I'm sorry, Mom. I'm fine now, let me..."
"No, it's alright, Honey," she murmured to him through a hug. "Come on." The two walked down from the podium together and he ceremony continued.
Later, even after the funeral had ended, Luke didn't leave the grave yard till everyone was gone and the dark of night had risen. He didn't want to walk away, but knew he'd have to sooner or later. So, he slowly walked away from the grave and home.
When Lucas entered the neighborhood, it was really late. So, instead of disturbing his mother, he came in through the side door in his bedroom.
While undressing for sleep, he heard a voice out in the kitchen. He cracked the door open so he could hear the commotion outside. It was his mother. It seemed she was talking to some one, but he wasn't sure who. She said, "None of this can be real. Keith is gone, and I feel like I have nothing else. It seems... It seems that all of this started when Lucas started the basketball team." Lucas' eyes widened at this, "I don't want to blame him or... or anyone but it seems that --" her voice was then flooded out by sobs. Though, before closing his door again, he heard one last sentence, "I... I just don't know what... what I'm doing anymore..."
After quietly closing his door, he slide down to the floor and brought his knees to his chest. He sat there in the dark, silently crying.
Soon, Karen's sobs stopped and he realized she'd gone to bed. Lucas barely felt that he could move. His body was numb and it seemed that time itself had stopped. "Can all of this... really be my fault?" he asked the darkness that surrounded him.
In response to his question, Dan's voice crept into his head. " You were an accident. You were never supposed to be born. You're only a bother."
Lucas shook his head, trying to clear his mind of the ghostly whispers. Though he felt what he'd heard was true. "I never do anything right. I left Keith. I left him there to die!" the tears came harder, than. "What should I do? If Mom figures out this is also my fault..." he couldn't even finish.
The blond sat at his door with his emotions till deciding he couldn't stay there anymore. Not just on the floor, but in Tree Hill itself. Nothing was going right. Brooke found out he kissed Peyton and broke up with him. Peyton wouldn't talk to him due to the large rift between friendship and love. Nathan still hated him for not keeping his promise to leave Dan's secrets alone. True, Haley and him were together again which was great for them, but it also made her feel like she had to pick between him and her husband. He couldn't do that to her, she really loved him, so he's been keeping as much distance as he could. The only people still around were his mom, who was in an emotional turmoil state. Skills, whom was very busy with his new girlfriend, Bevin. And Mouth, though he was really torn about Jimmy's death and Luke didn't feel like thinking about that boy who used to be one of his best friends. That's leaves... no one. He was alone and he knew it.
Finally, he stood, pulling out his suitcase from underneath the bed. He stuffed anything he could into the large space. Knowing his mother wouldn't come back out into the kitchen, even if he'd thrown every dish to the ground, he went to steal the 100 bucks from under the cookie jar, which was only to be used in case of emergency's but Lucas didn't really care at the moment. He closed his suitcase and rolled it out to his car. After starting the car up he glanced once more to his childhood home. The place he was cared for and raised. The place he'd fell from the backyard tree and broken his arm. The place where he'd kissed the two most important girls in his life. Where he'd spent so many sleepovers with Haley, talking about their futures and where they'd be in ten years, which usually consisted of a famous basketball star and a scientist. Though they knew it was extremely far-fetched. He finally noticed the warm tears falling down his cheeks. He wiped them away quickly. Then put the car into gear and pulled away. Without even looking back, he dove off into the dark night.
Chapter 1 of Road to Forgivness, Road to Love.
It has officially TAKEN OFF! now, join me on this exovation to the unknown.
...wow. I'm totally sleep deprived lol. I better go to bed. 'Night everybody.
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