Title: Lover, You Shouldn't Have Come Over
Author: undiscoveredwriter23
Pairings: Brooke/Lucas. Brooke/Julian
Rating: Teen/Adult; Adult content. Mild language.
Disclaimer: I do not own One Tree Hill.
Summary: She was broken and she felt there was only one thing that could fix her, until it came under dangerous circumstances.

A/N: This is my first ever Brucas fic. I hope you all enjoy...

Chapter One

Prologue

All her life she thought that she was never good enough. Never enough for someone to love, love with no hidden meaning or motive behind. Just simple yet spell binding, heart aching love. It started with her parents. They never seemed to care where she was, who she was with or what she was doing. It was always about looks. As long as she hid her bad girl ways and acted like a perfectly innocent little girl in front of all the right people, they would keep her bank balance high enough to continue her shopping frenzies. She hated it. Sure, the amazing collection of Manolo Blahniks wasn't that much of a downfall back in high school but she would have traded every single pair of shoes for the love that her parents never showed her. Although, they probably did her a favour, because she knew that she was never going to be like her parents, she was going to be so much better.

Then it went onto guys. She had a lot of one night stands in high school, a string of hot, steamy tumbles between the sheets, but they were only satisfying to a certain extent. She had for craved love, someone to hold her hand, tell her they loved her; cuddle her and plant soft kisses on her forehead. And all that seemed to come together when she met Lucas Scott. The mysterious, brooding basketballer that took her world by storm, creating an array of destruction in his path. She loved him. So it was only right that he broke her heart, she was pretty used to it by the time she was 21. The people you love have the power to break you more than the people who know nothing about you. Oh how right that person was.

She was sat on the side of her bath tub, staring blankly at the wall, the small stick still firmly attached to her hand. It was shaking slightly, her bottom lip trembling; almost corresponding her hand. A silent yet hearbreaking tear made it's way down her cheek and came to rest on her lip.

Unable to hold back the sobs, she broke down into a mess of tears. Her body slumped down to the ground and she curled into a ball. She cried and cried until her eyes were dried out, unable to create anymore. After lying on the floor for hours, she finally fell into a deep slumber, exhausted, scared, defeated. Her muscles relaxed and the small, plastic stick fell from her hand, revealing a plus sign.

She was pregnant.