Okay so I know I probably shouldn't be starting another story but I've had this one for a while and gotten pretty far on it so I figure what the hell. I had planned to make this a birthday thing for myself but got way too drunk and way to lazy, such is the life of the young. So I have to do a special thanks to my most favoritess person who without which I may not have posted this one So THANKS DIANE!. I know, I know yet another dark Brucas but hey, It's my story and I'm doing it. I can at lest promise a weekly update on this one. So without further delay here is yet another Brucas story. Happy late Birthday to Me!
(I own nothing and I mean nothing of OTH or it's characters. I wish I did guys but sorry, no dice. So now that' out the way...)
Chapter 1
Alone
Lucas Scott was many things. He was a writer, a dark and tortured soul, a great lover, shitty boyfriend and indecisive. Now he would add alone to that list. Brooke Davis was the first thing on his mind when he awoke and the last thing as he drifted to sleep and all the while he loved and hated her for it. She was his great love, his other half, his greatest lover but somehow he had managed to screw it all up with her. He hated that he messed up and broke her heart but he hated that she never forgave him, he hated her because no matter how truly sorry he was, she would only look at him with contempt. Lucas was alone alright, or so he thought.
The alarm clock next to his bed began to wail the signal of morning. Was this a good morning or a bad morning? He hadn't decided yet, that was until he rolled over and caught the familiar scent of jasmine on the pillow beside him. It was wafting in the air and he knew where it was coming from. He slowly moved from the bed and threw on his wife beater and wondered into his kitchen. There she sat in one of his button down shirts, reading the paper, drinking coffee. She had yet to see him enter the room so instead he leaned against the door and watched her. He watched as her nose scrunch up at something stupid she read, and then she scoffed at something else that caught her attention in the paper. Her soft tan legs were propped on the kitchen table as she read and Lucas could practically feel the hairs on his neck rise as her eyes met his. She had such beautiful eyes, so deep, full of life. She let out a soft giggle that sent chills up his spine and then without warning, his vision vanished. There were no pair of hazel eyes looking into his very soul, no tan legs on his table that he longed to touch, no chocolate tresses of which he could bury his fingers in as he kissed her soft lips. There was nothing, no one, least of all her to brighten his morning. There was no Brooke and to Lucas that meant a bad morning, just like the rest.
He follows his morning routine as best as he could. He got up, got dressed, went for a run, came home, showered, got dressed and then sat at his laptop all day to try and write something. This was his life, dull yes but his none the less. The occasional change would be if either Haley or Nathan stopped by to check to see if he was still alive but for the most part it was just him with an occasional glimpse of his beloved brunette. This morning however, as he sat staring at the blank screen he felt an overwhelming feeling of sadness and then it happened. There was a knock on his door and he got up to answer it and his heart nearly stopped at the sight before him.
"You gonna invite me in Broody?"
She side stepped the man and entered his world yet again, never to leave it the same. He watched her, as he had done many times and watched as she walked around, looking at his place. He dared not say a word yet for fear this would turn out to be like many of his day dreams.
"You miss me Broody" her voice said as if drifted through the air to his waiting ears. "Did you miss me, cause boy did I miss you." She took a few steps toward the man that stood in his open door way, afraid to utter even a syllable. Her hand reached out and pushed the door slightly closed and she looked into his eyes and Lucas Scott swore that he saw something he hadn't seen in what seemed like forever. She smiled at him. It was her sexy seductive smile. She allowed her finger tips to graze his skin as she pulled away and walked into his kitchen. Her hips swayed hypnotically and he was prisoner to their power. As if called, he followed her in. This time he had worked up the courage to speak. To speak the name of the woman of which his dysfunctional obsession was about.
"Brooke….is it really you" he asked in a whisper, praying for the answer that would turn his day bright again. She hoped up on his counter and lifted her finger to point to him and then patted the piece of counter in between her legs. He didn't know what he was doing, his body was moving on its own towards her and there was nothing he could do about it. She parted her legs further as he got closer but he stopped short, leaving a small gap between them. She reached out and grabbed the midsection of his shirt to pull him the rest of the way in as he snuggly fit between her thighs. At first he wanted to just stay there and do nothing, let this moment wash over him but somehow her being this close willed him to touch her. She leaned in just close enough for their lips to touch and she lightly brushed hers over his lips, not kissing, just making the slightest of contact to make him respond. Their eyes never left each other's gaze. Lucas was afraid if he closed them she would disappear. Her raspy voice cut into the silence and with such malice. Enough to break him from his trance.
"Stop thinking so much and fuck me."
He wanted to obey because nothing would have made him happier. In the beginning their relationship was like that of fairytales; girl meets bad boy and falls hard. The beginning was always sweet for most relationships but it was after the bells stopped ringing and the glitter lost its shine that the 'real' Lucas, as Nathan said, started to show his true colors. Their sweet beginning turned into a heartbreaking reality; girl wants more, boy to chicken shit to want it too, girl starts to spiral, boy sleeps around, girl finds out, all hell breaks loose, but boy finally realizes he lost the one person who always had his back. Towards the end of their relationship both of them had become heartless when it came to feelings, Lucas always was but he managed to make Brooke that way. They may not have started out that way but eventually they exploded. They never really let the other know just how deep the others feelings ran. Towards the end there was always 'do it harder', 'suck me now', 'fuck me like you mean it', and so on. There weren't too many soft moments between them and it was obvious to him this was going to be one of those 'just fuck me already' moments. His hands gripped onto either side of her hips and he could tell she must've felt a small amount of pain as she hissed. She loved the pain, she had told him once. Pain heightens the pleasure. His lips crashed onto hers and without warning he was yanking her to the edge of the counter. He wanted to make her scream, make her cry; make her feel anything and everything. He could feel her tongue dragging on the pulse point of his neck as she bite down and pushed her lower half further into him and wrapped her legs around him. It felt so good, almost sinful to have her there in his hands, wanting to be taken, needing to belong to him. She leaned back bracing herself with her left arm on the counter and the other gripping to the back of Lucas's head as their lips crashed once again. Her mouth tasted sweet, her skin was as soft as he remembered, and she smelled like jasmine. Once the moment passed he pulled away as if to get her permission to pull her off the counter and throw her over his shoulder so he could take her back to his bed...their bed... and fuck her senseless but he saw something he didn't expect. The lust that had been dancing in her eyes was now replaced with pain. She placed her palm into the middle of his chest and pushed him away and her legs that were just a moment ago pulling him closer were now dangling alongside the counter. Instantly his body felt like going through withdrawals but he respected her choice to run cold. He respected it but he didn't like it. His eyes drifted lower to her chest, not that she didn't have an exquisite rack but his attention was more to her heart. He could practically see it icing over and with that visual his fist collided with the wall as he watched her drop from the counter, walk to the door and walk out without a single word. His eyes lifted from the floor after a beat and he looked after the door that was left opened and couldn't help but feel like she was playing with him all over again, feel the anger bubble up inside of him from the loss of her. The sting of the chipped plaster that stuck out from his bloodied knuckles did nothing to his demeanor and when it came to her he couldn't feel the pain radiating from his hand. She was doing it to him again, just like she had done every day for the past year. He hated her again. He hated what she was doing to him. Most of all, he hated that he let her. He walked into his living room and his attention drifted from photo to photo. One of his favorites sat on the mantle. It was of him and her the day that bought this house, the home they would grow together. In this home Brooke had dreamed of being his wife, having his babies, making her name in the fashion world just to come home to him in this place. There was no wedded bliss to be had, no rooms to turn into nurseries, no sounds of his child to fill the silence or his talented and successful wife's laughter to warm his heart. Lucas was never the guy that regretted anything he did but as he looks to the open door again he felt that familiar ache in his heart where she used to be. The blood from his battered hand was now slowly dripping to the white carpet she had picked out and somehow there was some symmetry to it; here he was ruining something so pure and beautiful that she had tried so hard to keep together for them and all because he didn't care. But that wasn't all together true, he did care it was just sad that it was little too late now.
looked after the door that was left opened and couldn't help but feel like she was playing with him all over again, feel the anger bubble up inside of him from the loss of her. The sting of the chipped plaster that stuck out from his bloodied knuckles did nothing to his demeanor and when it came to her he couldn't feel the pain radiating from his hand. She was doing it to him again, just like she had done everyday for the past year. He hated her again. He hated what she was doing to him. Most of all, he hated that he let her. He walked into his living room and his attention drifted from photo to photo. One of his favorites sat on the mantle. It was of him and her the day that bought this house, the home they would grow together. In this home Brooke had dreamed of being his wife, having his babies, making her name in the fashion world just to come home to him in this place. There was no wedded bliss to be had, no rooms to turn into nursaries, no sounds of his child to fill the silence or his talented and sucessful wife's laughter to warm his heart. Lucas was never the guy that regeted anything he did but as he look to the open door again he felt that familiar ache in his heart where she use to be. The blood from his battered hand was now slowly dripping to the white carpet she had picked out and somehow there was some symetry to it; here he was ruining something so pure and beautiful that she had tried so hard to keep together for them and all because he didn't care. But that wasn't all together true, he did care it was just sad that it was little to late now.
Sooooooooooooooooooo whatever it is you are thinking right now hit that button and let it out. Oh the updates get longer the more we get into th story, and if you love it yay if you hate it oh well. Alright guys you know what to do and since alot of the story is already written I may be talked in to posting sooner than next monday (she said in a teasingly sing songy voice).
