A/N: Hi guys! I just had this new idea of a story and I couldn't wait, I had to write it. This story is gonna be really different than my actual writing.

Summary: Set after their return from Texas, Lucas loses the one person he cares the most about. What will happen to him? Which ways will he use to forget about the pain?

Warnings : Rated M for drug and alcohol use, violence, bad language and sexual themes.

This will definitely not be a happy story so don't like, don't read.

Disclaimer: I don't own One Tree Hill or any of its character. I'm just playing with them

Enjoy and leave some reviews, please! I'm a review junkie!

October 2013 note : I've decided to re-edit and beta every chapter (so I can potentially update this story). Sorry it took forever.

OoO

She slid her headphones on and unlocked her iPod screen. She grimaced when she saw the song that popped on the screen. ''Non Believer'' was definitely not the type of song she had in mind to fit her present mood. The angry teenager pressed the ''Menu'' button, scrolling away from La Rocca's music. It just reminded her so much of the reason why she was mad in the first place, her boyfriend. She took a look at the playlist she was on.

Nothing seemed fit either so she changed to her favourite playlist lately, her heavy metal list of tracks. She scrolled down some Story of the year, a bit of NOFX and language explicit Nine inch nails. She finally came across her new Hinder track, ''How long''. Her finger stopped when she saw the song her best friend had given her a few weeks ago.

The girl had told her that she had listened to this song over and over again and that it had helped her get over her ex-boyfriend cheating on her. The blonde girl scrolled some more and finally pressed play. Carrie Underwood's ''Before he cheats'' played out. She sat in front of her computer screen and waited. Her eyes angry and her features tensed up.

A new window opened right in her face, showing her an IM from her friend Haley. She closed that window without even reading. They'd just gotten home back from Texas where picked up their friend Mouth a few days ago after he'd called them for help. She was deep in her music and didn't realize the hand placed on her shoulder. The girl didn't move. She stayed in front of the computer, her face empty from any emotion. The person whom the hand belonged to went to place a kiss on her cheek but she pulled away.

''What's wrong, Peyt?''

She didn't move. She didn't talk. She was just too hurt to face him. ''I saw you...'' she murmured, still emotionless.

He didn't understand her point. ''So, you saw me?! Just like every time we're together...and?'' he chuckled. She pulled her headphones off and put her iPod on the desk next to her.

''Stop playing dumb with me, Lucas Scott!'' she spat, now finally turning around to face him.

He looked innocent. He just had his hands in his hips, staring at her with questioning eyes. She realized he hadn't done anything with his hair, they were left running straight down is forehead and behind his ears and neck. Her boyfriend was wearing his usual blue jeans with a pale blue T-shirt.

Peyton stared him in the eyes for a moment.

It was his turn to notice her lack of self care. Her hair were messy and she didn't really pay any attention to what she wore. A grey tank and a pair of green shorts was all she had on and she definitely wasn't wearing any make up.

He was lost in his observations so he didn't realize her sudden move. She stood up and slapped him hardly across the face. He stood as well. ''Hey! What the fuck was that for?'' he yelled.

Peyton could feel the tears forming in her eyes. She ran over to the door and grabbed the handle of it.

''You're a Dick! I saw you kissing Brooke yesterday, that's what it's for!'' she spat before slamming the door and running towards the stairs.

''Jesus...'' Lucas moaned before he went after her.

''Peyton, wait!'' he yelled as he heard the front door shut hard.

She slammed the front door and walked as fast as she could down her house's alley.

She couldn't keep the tears in any longer as they fell freely down her cheeks. Peyton was almost running when a hand grabbed her wrist, forcing her to turn around.

''Lucas, leave me please!'' she begged.

''Peyton wait, you accuse me of cheating and then you just run away before I even get the chance to explain?!'' he asked.

Peyton sighed. ''What do you need to explain about a kiss?''

He shook his head. ''You're wrong, I didn't kiss Brooke!''.

She didn't know if she could trust him. He was lying, he was always lying. He lied to Brooke when they were together in her back, he lied to Brooke about the reason he broke up with her, he lied to everyone about that Nikki slut, he lied to Nathan about seeing Haley in NY, he lied to everyone about his heart condition and he was lying now because she saw him kiss Brooke.

''So what? You're going to pathetically tell me that it's not what I think?'' she snapped. Lucas rolled his eyes.

''Look, I don't know what you saw but it was a mistake, ok?! She was playing a stupid game with her friends and SHE kissed me'' he said.

Peyton applied a mean, fake grin on her pale face. ''So two seconds ago she never kissed you and now it's a mistake? You know what I hate more than skirt runners? It's lying bastards!'' she spat before turning her back on him. Lucas sighed in desperation. She never stopped walking away from him.

''Peyton, I'm sorry!'' he yelled but it didn't make her turn back to him.

''The difference between you and Brooke is that I love you!'' he finally said causing her to roll her eyes and stop walking.

He didn't know why but he couldn't go catch her. His heart was screaming at him to go and beg her to forgive him until she did but his head stopped him saying that she probably would never want to see him again. All he wanted to do was to say shut up to the little voice in his head that said it was over but he couldn't. Even with the amount of energy he managed to muster up, his legs wouldn't just carry him further.

''Damn it, Lucas! How could I trust you?'' she yelled.

He sighed. ''I love you so much Peyt...don't you love me?''

She didn't answer. She just looked lost in her thoughts. How could she really trust him after all the lies they lived. She knew though that she needed to be with him and help him with all the stuff going on in his life, such as his heart condition and his sudden discovery that Jimmy never shot Keith but she couldn't find that strength in her heart anymore. It just hurt too much.

Lucas got worried. ''Peyt...don't you love me'' he asked again, almost stuttering.

Several tears fell from her eyes when she looked at him. It was just too hard.

''I loved you Lucas...but not anymore, it hurts too much...I'm sorry'' she whispered the last part. He could see her lips move but it was too soft for him to hear what she was saying.

He lost his attention to her wet and shiny eyes so he didn't see what was coming from the outside.

A blue Jeep turned the corner of the street and before Lucas could do anything, Peyton was rolling over the hood and hitting the windshield. His heart skipped a few beat. How could he have let this happen? He followed the car with his eyes as it started to swerve and finally made full contact with another car. He ran over to where Peyton was lying.

''Peyton! PEYTON!'' he yelled as he kneeled beside her. She was curled up in a weird position and blood poured out from a large cut on her forehead. ''My god Peyton! It'll be okay! Look, I'll call 911. I won't be long, I promise'' he panicked as he picked up his cell phone and dialled the emergency number.

''911, what's your emergency?'' asked a woman on the receiving end of the phone.

Lucas was breathing too fast, trying to find his words. ''It's my girlfriend...she...she's been hit by a car and...''

''Alright sir, just calm down'' the voice said, ''What's your name?''

''Lucas...Lucas Scott'' he stuttered.

''Where are you?'' the woman asked.

''At the corner of, huh, Maple Street...''

''Alright, last question M. Scott, do you have a number where I can join you?''

Number...number...what's my number, Lucas thought. He was nervous and on the verge of breaking down. He tried to recall the digits he was supposed to know by heart before hanging up and shifting all his attention back on Peyton.

''Don't worry, Baby. I won't let you down! I called an ambulance. We're gonna get some help and you'll be okay. Listen, huh, I know you hate me but just do this for me okay, just...hold on! Please Peyt! Just hold on...'' he whispered.

''I...don't...hate...'' she whispered so weakly but loud enough for Lucas to hear. He smiled through his tears. That was all he needed to hear, she didn't hate him. God it felt good to know.

''I love you Peyton'' he whispered. ''...and you're going to be fine and then you can ask Brooke who was playing to truth or dare and then you can forgive me...I guess you didn't see the part where I pulled away from her but as long as you trust me, we'll be okay. Please Peyton, be okay! I love you, I love you so much!'', he caressed her soft cheeks and brushed her hair behind her ears.

The loud noise of the sirens came to his ears and he smiled. ''You see, they're here and you'll be fine!'' he said as the ambulance pulled over mere feet away from them. A tall guy walked up to them.

''What happened?'' the man asked. Lucas stood away from Peyton to give him a chance to take care of the hurt woman he loved.

''She's been hit by a car...''

''What's her name?''

''Peyton...Sawyer''

The man lifted tapped Peyton's cheek lightly ''Peyton do you hear me?'', getting no response, he turned to Lucas.

''Has she been conscious at all?''

''Just a few seconds, once...'' Lucas answered.

''Alright, Joey! Quick!''

''I'm coming'' yelled a tall, dark haired and young looking paramedic who was pushing a stretcher and medical material like oxygen supply and blankets. They loaded Peyton onto it and wheeled her to the back of the ambulance.

''Are you coming too, kid?'' Joey asked. Lucas nodded.

The first man he had spoken with went to the passenger side and Joey sat in the back with him. Another man he had never seen before was driving. Lucas couldn't detach his gaze from Peyton's still form. Everytime she breathed, Lucas heart was filled with happiness. As long as they made it in time to the hospital... His girlfriend looked pale and it was hurting him to know that it was mostly his fault because she was mad at him and he could have saved her if he had paid attention to the car or if he'd gotten to her sooner like he had wanted to do so badly.

He was trying to focus more on Peyton than on his own heartbeat because he didn't want to have another heart attack. He just promised himself that this time, he wouldn't let his heart kill him, disease or not, he was going to make it. Even with the fact that his heart burned like hell and that he was quickly running out of air, he was going to make it this time and he would be there for Peyton.

A sudden noise caught his attention. Peyton's heart monitor was screeching. Joey stood from the little bench and checked her neck for a pulse. ''She's crashing!'' he yelled. Lucas' heart hammered in his chest. The young paramedic started manual compressions. It didn't seem to be working so well as the line on the monitor didn't pick a regular rhythm again. ''ONE...TWO...THREE...FOUR...''

Joey was pumping Peyton's chest as Lucas watched the scene in complete horror. ''She's in V-Fib'' he yelled. ''I'm charging the paddles to 200!''

''Clear!'' Joey took the paddles and sent his first charge in Peyton's body causing it to curl up and then fall back down. ''No change, charging to 300!''

Lucas took Peyton's hand in his. ''Come on Peyt, do this for me. Hang on!''

''Clear!'' Joey yelled as he sent his second electric charge through Peyton's lifeless body. It fell back down. ''Still no change, come on Peyton, work with me! Charging to 340!''

Lucas was crying on her arms, no one seemed to notice his pale complexion and his ragged breathing. To them, he was just the guy witnessing his girlfriend's death.

''Clear!'' Joey yelled for the third time now, Peyton's body convulsing but still no change on the heart monitor. ''We're losing her!''

The man from the front of the ambulance yelled to his partner Joey ''We're almost there! Don't let her slip away, Joey!'' the driver said.

Joey nodded ''Just hold on, Peyton! Charging to 360! Clear!'' he said sending the powerful shock through Peyton's body, trying to get her heart to beat, trying to revive her but still nothing changed. Joey looked at his feet and sighed in defeat. ''Time of death, 8:47 am'', he turned to Lucas who was staring at Peyton in shock, ''Sorry kid...''

Lucas watched Peyton as she was wheeled out of the ambulance and into the Hospital. Since Joey had announced the time of death, he hadn't spoken a single word. He was staring blankly at the other side of the car. Joey sat next to him and placed a comforting hand on his shoulder. ''I'm truly sorry kid. I did everything I could. This shouldn't have to happen!''

Lucas didn't face him. He had a blank look and his face was so pale that it seemed like he was the one who needed help. The man noticed his paleness and his ragged breathing for the first time since he saw him. ''Are you okay kid?'' he asked concerned. Lucas didn't move. He didn't speak. He just stared ahead of him.

''Are you okay?'' he repeated. ''I'll tell you what...'' he said while grabbing something in front and pushing a few buttons in front of him. He sat back next to Lucas with an oxygen mask in his right hand. ''Here, you really don't seem good to me, in fact, you look like you're about to pass out and I'm sure you don't want to get yourself a nice room in there...just trust me alright''

Lucas nodded. For once, he didn't complain. He felt really bad actually. The man nodded back and offered him a good comforting smile before he got Lucas on oxygen. ''I just don't want you to pass out on me. Take deep breaths alright. You look like you're about to have a heart attack or something but you're way too young for that, right?''

Lucas sent him a thankful nod and then closed his eyes. He did as he was told and took slow and deep breaths. ''That's it!'' Joey exclaimed. ''Just calm down'' he whispered. As Lucas did so, horrible images of Peyton being hit resurfaced in his mind. His eyes snapped wide open, his forehead covered in sweat.

''Hey, you okay? I told you, just take deep breaths. Just calm down!'' he said while he stared in Lucas' deep blue eyes. Lucas tried to take deep breaths but it was really hard now that he was hearing the noise it made when Peyton was hit over an over again.

''Calm down...'' the man whispered. ''You are not going to pass out...'' he said just too late when he saw Lucas' eyes roll back into his head as he just passed out.

TBC

Dun dun dun...cliffy end! (Love that) sorry... Please tell me what you thought!

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