Through MY Eyes

Prologue

How many moments in life can you point to and say: 'That's when it all changed?

I can count on my fingers how many life altering moments I've had. Creating my company. Falling in love for the first time. The moment my friendship with Peyton ended. The first time I said I love you to my mother and realized she didn't say it back. And the list could go if I go far back enough. But this day wouldn't be like any of those. I couldn't cry it out in my room. Or drown it out in ice cream or pizza and a bunch of sad movies. Holding Haley's hand tight. I'm sure I was cutting off some circulation. I was terrified that if I let go. I would fall straight to the floor. Realizing it had been a few hours and Haley being the kind and caring person she was. Wouldn't just leave me here. Even though she had her own life to get back to. As I slowly got down off the surface I was on. Haley let go of my hand. And wrapped her arms around me.

"How are you feeling Brooke?" She asked generally concerned. Not wanting to break eye contact.

"Shocked and in disbelief." The doctor's words ringing in my ears. Loud and final.

"Your pregnant." She said as she walked out of the room to give me some privacy or get me a prescription. In that moment what I needed aside from a drink. Was Lucas.

I imagined his reaction over and over. In my mind on the drive home. Feeling human again. After a hug and quick dinner with Haley.

As I walked through my red front door. Closing it behind as I walked up to my room. And changed into my pajamas.

I looked at the picture from the beach I snapped of us kissing. God I could feel my mouth hurt with how happy I was in that moment.

I was 18 years old. Creator and fashion designer of Clothes over Bros. And I was pregnant with the boy I was in love with. Who confessed to me that he had feelings for my ex best friend Peyton Sawyer. After I had finished pouring my heart out to him. Begging him to need me back.

Tears welling up in my eyes. As I quickly glanced over the red dress. Hanging on the outside of my closet door.