Chapter 1- Born to die
Feet don't fail me now
Take me to the finish line
Oh my heart it breaks every step that I take
But I'm hoping at the gates,
They'll tell me that you're mine
Brooke stumbles around the living room picking up toys that her two children had been playing with only an hour or so earlier. She knew this would be the only down time she would have whilst her children were sleeping. Everything had seemed so much easier when she had Luke around to help her but since he was always working it was getting extremely tough for her. Picking up the toys she places them into the basket and heads to the kitchen. 'No rest for the wicked,' she mutters to herself as she starts on dinner. In about a couple of hours the twins would be awake and be causing some kind of mischief and she knew Lucas would be home tonight so she would make sure she had diner waiting for him. As she's pulling out ingredients from the fridge she feels a familiar buzz in her pocket. 'Hey Hales how's things going?'
'They're alright Brooke I was just calling to check up on you really, I know things are tough at the moment with Lucas being gone so much and I just wanted you to know that the cafe is running smoothly.'
'Thanks Hales I am fine you know how it is what with the kids and Lucas never being here. I am just trying to be supportive you know?' She breathes a sigh of relief hoping that Haley believes her. 'I know your okay doing it all on your own but if you need anything just call me okay?'
'of course Hales i'll see you tomorrow at the cafe.' And with that she shuts of the phone and head back to preparing the meal for later.
Lucas had been pacing backwards and forwards in his office in New York for the past 30 minutes. He needed something to take the stress off, sure one novel had been successful but what if that was all he could have. He glances at the desk and sees the portrait that sits there in a dark wooden frame. Its of Brooke & the twins with big smiles plastered on their faces, when times were much happier. Don't get it wrong Lucas loved his family but after years of sitting in his wife's shadow it was his turn now, and that feeling of power was something he was finding very nice at this moment in his life.
Buzz...'Mr Scott there's a Miss Peyton Sawyer to see you' Lucas holds the intercom button down. 'Send her in please' Shit he forgot about this interview with some magazine about his next novel. He quickly smoothes his suit and throws some old rubbing into the trash can and takes a seat behind his desk. 'Hello Mr Scott, my names Peyton i'm here to interview you for our magazine.' A tall, slim blonde woman extends her arm to shake his hand. She has a flirty glint in her eye and he shakes her hand, something Lucas shouldn't be noticing. 'Hello Miss Sawyer it's nice to meet you, please have a seat.'
'Pleasure's all mine Mr Scott I do have to say your much more handsome in person then in the small photo in the back of your book, it doesn't do you justice at all.'
'Why thank you so what can I do for you exactly?' Miss Sawyer rises from her seat to the blinds by the entrance to the office. 'Well Mr Scott I can think of a few things.' She says as she shuts the blinds to the office.
Brooke is sitting in the dining room, watching the clock, in front of a table filled with food. "Moma when's dada home?' Brooke glances down to her legs and sees her 4 year old daughter clutching onto her leg. 'Baby girl why don't you go and play with your brother and I will call daddy.' The little girl climbs to her legs and scuttles off to find her brother. A tear forms in Brooke's eyes as she watches her daughter, she feels sad that Lucas has missed most of their children's' firsts, first steps, first words, firth tooth. She picks up her cellphone and dials the first speed dial on it. 'Lucas Scotts office how may I help you?'
'Linda? Hi its Brooke I was wondering if Lucas had left for the airport already or if I could speak to him?'
'I'm sorry ma'am Mr Scott is busy and I am under strict instructions not to disturb him.'
'Oh Okay well could you tell me when his flight his due, I was under the impression he would be home already.'
'Mrs Scott, something came up and Lucas had to take the next flight expect him home by the morning.'
'Well thank you Linda for your help.' Tears start to form in her eyes.
'Brooke..between me and you, you need to talk to Mr Scott. From one woman to another some things have been going on here and if it were me I would want to know.' Linda waits for response but all she hears is the dial tone.
Brooke sits still, anger building up inside of her, then she hears the sound of laughter coming from the living room and she knows she can't let the kids see her like this. She gets up and wipes her tears away and ventures into the living room.
'So my babies are we all tired?'
'No mama NO! We wants play with bricks!' Jude screams 'Yeah mama you silly we not tired' Lucy giggles. 'Okay you two munchkins lets go bed NOW!' Brooke picks up her two children and carries them upstairs to their room, one under each arm.
Lucas' cab pulls up outside his house, the house he shares with his family. Its dark out, Lucas looks at his watch and he knows Brooke is going to be pissed, she would of expected him home hours ago. He picks up his suitcase and walks into the house, he can see her silhouette in the kitchen. She's got a glass of wine in her hand, 'just what I need' he mutters to himself. She turns to face him, anger in her eyes. 'Hey Brooke, sorry I'm...' He begins but is soon cut off. 'Sorry you're what? Sorry you're late AGAIN? Sorry that whilst you've been sleeping with god knows who I have been here looking after our kids?'
'Brooke please you've clearly had too much to drink and will regret this in the morning so lets just go to bed.'
'No Lucas! What was her name this time? Emily? Laura? Do you really take me for an idiot?'
'Well if you really want to know her name, it was Peyton and lets just say she made me feel more of a man then what you've made me feel for the past for months!' A bottle smashes to the floor and Brooke has another in her hand. 'Oh really just because some bimbo gave you two minutes of satisfaction that makes you feel like a man! Did you think about me? Did you think about how this would effect our children?'
'Brooke please I care so much about our children'
'Yeah it's just me you don't care for anymore right?' Her eyes are streaming with salty tears. 'I don't have time for this i'm going to bed.' Lucas heads for the stairs. 'No you aren't going to sleep in our marital bed after you destroyed our vows, you sleep on the couch.'
'Fine!' Lucas slams his suitcase on the floor and heads for the couch as Brooke makes her way upstairs to her bedroom, their bedroom, and closes the door. The tears become too much for her to handle as she slides into a heap on the floor.
Walking through the city streets
Is it by mistake or design
I feel so alone on the Friday nights
Can you make it feel like home, if I tell you you're mine
It's like I told you honey
Don't make me sad, don't make me cry
Sometimes love is not enough and the road gets tough
I don't know why
