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Chapter 1 The Beginning
Brooke has almost never been more scared than she is right now. She was on the doorstep of Lucas's house. She has a pretty bad bruise on her left cheek and has mascara marks all down her face from crying. She bangs on the door and waits for an answer, shivering from the cold outside.
After no one comes, she raps on the door again and finally the lights in the house turn on. Lucas, who is looking very annoyed, opens the door to find a frightened and visibly shaking Brooke Davis. His eyes immediately soften and he gets worried. "Brooke, what are you doing here? Are you okay?" He asked genuinely concerned.
Brooke looked at him with tears in her eyes, "I'm sorry I had no where else to go. Peyton doesn't get back until tomorrow" "No, it's no problem, come in." He takes her hand and leads her inside. As she steps in from the darkness and into the light of his house he sees the bruise on her face. He gently traces it with his fingers. She flinches and turns her head away a little. "Brooke . . . what happened?" Lucas asked, almost positive that he knew the answer and he was afraid of it.
Brooke turns away from him. Lucas turns her around. "Was it your dad again? Did he do this?" She gives him a small nod. "Brooke! You have to go to the police!" She shakes her head quickly. "I can't!" "Why not?" Lucas asked. "Because he's my dad! I can't put my dad in jail!" "A dad doesn't do this to his children!" Lucas argued.
The more Lucas argued with her, the angrier she got. Not because he was arguing with her and not because he was trying to help her but because he made her realize that he was right, that dads were supposed to love their children, and it was obvious that her dad didn't, and that she did need help, if not from the police then from someone else. She just didn't want to believe him.
"Yeah, well a dad might not do this to his children, but at least my dad wanted me to be born and then didn't abandon me when I was born and leave me to be some bastard child that everyone hates!" Brooke immediately regretted what she said right after she said it.
Lucas looks down, extremely hurt by her words. "Lucas, I didn't mean -" Lucas cuts her off, "Umm, why don't you go get some rest or something, it's late and you had a long night" "Lucas -" Brooke tries to say something. "Brooke, not now! Look, you can have my room and I'll take the couch." Lucas walks away from her. "Lucas, wait!" He just keeps walking, ignoring her. She sighs and sniffles a little. She walks to his room. She didn't mean to hurt him. It just came out.