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Flashbacks are in italics
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Chapter 2: Be careful what you wish for
I park my light mint green mini convertible in the student parking at school. I get out and lock the door, the one thing I don't mind about my life is the fact we're rich.I have my own credit card and I can spend as much as I want, although I usually don't because I don't want another reason for dad to hurt me. And also it kind of feels like blood money; I hurt you but I give you lots of money so its ok. As a result I don't go shopping too often, only shop when I need to or because I am in desperate need of some retail therapy which, lets face it is a good as medicine if not better for certain ailments and it is definitely needed at times.
I walk into the main building of school, towards my locker, I open the cold metallic door, and pull out the books I need placing the ones I don't need inside. As I close the door and turn around I see a group walk past almost in slow motion; Peyton, Haley, Nathan, Lucas and Jake.
My heart sinks to the bottom of my stomach, I used to be best friends with Peyton and Haley, you wouldn't guess it now, not with the way they treat me, but my heart always sinks every time I see them. I just want to cry, to my surprise I do feel my eyes start to prickle. I wish I was still part of that group taking part in the laughing and the gossiping but I guess life had a different path for me, a path filled with thorns, thistles and jagged stones but it's the path I have to go down for now, hopefully I'll get to some crossroads soon.
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I wait a couple minutes, opening my locker and hiding my head in it to make sure that the tears that had threatened to spill just a few moments before had completely gone.
I walk into class and hide in the back, its all part of my being as invisible as possible act. No-one can see or hear me back here, no-one can laugh or throw things, like I said invisible.
"yeh Brooke was totally normal one day and then she just stopped talking, its like she morphed into these huge freak over night. She's soo weird"
I hear Peyton talking about me a couple tables away to Lucas and Jake; they weren't friends with me back then so they don't really know me. I can't say that it didn't hurt to hear one of the people I used to love talk about me like I was Frankenstein's monster but it was a decision I made and now I have to live with it. Its like they say, you've made your bed and now you have to laying in it no matter how tidy or messy it is. I turned my head to look out the window and I blocked my hearing so I wouldn't have to listen to anymore Brooke bashing.
Although I'm pretty sure they're now staring at me I continue to ignore them, and then suddenly I'm brought out of my daydream world when something hits my head. I turn to look at what it was that hit me, a scrunched up piece of paper which I gently push off my desk, before turning to look out the window again.
"Brooke, heey bitch. What you think your soo much better than me you can ignore me"
I turn to look at Peyton, I notice that Nathan and Lucas are standing behind her grinning, Jake isn't even taking notice of whats going on and Haley just looks sorry. I guess Haley is the compassionate one of the group Peyton the bitch and Lucas and Nathan are Peytons two little lackeys. I guess, no I know I must've hurt her more than I thought when I stopped talking to her and stopped being friends with her.
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I walk slowly and carefully into Peytons room, my face red and stained from the tears I had already shed and my eyes glistening from the tears that hadn't yet. Peyton jumps off her bed knocking her art to the floor and runs up to me pulling me into the tightest most comforting hug.
"Shhhh its ok, just cry" She says softly stroking my hair. I just let go, the floodgates open and the tears fall, and i feel like they'll never stop. Haley who was also sitting on the bed when I came in, jumps off and joins in the hug rubbing my back in a comforting manner.
"It's ok, we're here for you sweetie, don't forget that" Haley tells me. We're in the embrace for so long and I feel so safe and I never want to let go. Inevitably though we do, my tears have slowly stopped falling and I know I look terrible; strands of my hair are stuck to my face, my lips and eyes are red and swollen and there are visible tear tracks down my cheeks, but I don't care and I know they don't care either.
"You guys are amazing, I don't know what I'd do without you" I say truthfully when I feel I can speak normally again without the threat of tears.
"We will always be here for you, and for eachother" Haley tells us "your mum was such a lovely person, we're also going to miss her" she adds
"Yeh, you know… lets promise to be friends forever" Peyton says.
And we do, we promised, and for a few days Peyton and Haley were my biggest comfort after my mum died. Of course it didn't last, my dad started to hurt me and I pulled away from them. I really don't blame them for hating me now and treating me the way they do. In some ways I think I may have broken their hearts and thats something thats really hard to forgive.
I look away and sigh, I know Peyton would have done or said something else if the teacher hadn't walked in at that moment, all she does is just sneezes bitch when my name is read off the register, very original, I just roll my eyes. I guess it's hard being invisible to a group of people you were very visible to once upon a time.
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I get changed in the toilets pulling the long sleeved top over my head carefully making sure I don't put any pressure on my back, its been getting slowly more and more painful today and I'm worried it might get infected- I'm going to have to take it easy today in gym, as for now I take an aspirin for the pain and I make a mental note to be careful.
Peyton however doesn't have the same idea and does not want to does not want me to be care, I find out a couple of minutes later. Even when Haley says to take it easy on me she just seems to make it harder for me.
I turn around to get some water, and that's when she throws the basket ball at full force at my back hitting it smack in the centre of my back, the epicentre of my wounds. The pain is soo excruciating I actually faint. When I come to a couple seconds later I see everyone peering down at me. The gym teacher orders everyone to back away and give me some space before ordering me to go to the nurse's office. I agree to go.
As I'm walking down the corridor, my pass in my hand I realise seeing the nurse is not a good idea. These injuries aren't easily explained away short of saying I feel backwards on a bunch of razors or I was attacked by a horde of angry kittens with only my back exposed to their sharp nails, which any nurse with training and a bit of common sense would see right through and know it was a lie.
Anyway it wouldn't explain the old bruises and not quite healed cuts that litter my body and then coupled with the scars… no I couldn't go to the nurse, the last thing I need is to be placed in foster care when the light at the end is soo near. So I turn around and hit a rather large solid thing.
"watch where your going" I look up and see a pair of beautiful sea blue eyes. Great I run into the one and only Lucas Scott, half brother of Nathan Scott, both star players of the basketball team.
"I-I'm sor-" I start to stutter an apology but he interrupts me.
"Brooke Davis right" I nod, away from the others he seems ok, but I can't be sure. He has such a serious look on his face, which I think is actually just his normal face, I don't think I've ever seen him look anything other than serious.
"What are you doing out of lesson?" he asks me, I look at him blankly, he's out of class too but you don't see me asking him why, I hold up my pass to the nurses office
"I fainted in Gym" I explain simply.
"Why are you going in the opposite direction then?" Seriously, am I unknowingly taking part in a game of 20 questions? Because this guy is really nosy.
"Well I've been and now I'm going back to get changed" I lie, he looks like he doesn't believe me but whatever, this guy hasn't exactly shown any interest in me except to tease so I don't exactly care what he has to say. In fact I don't even know why I'm answering his questions.
"Whatever" He says, and I turn to walk off to the changing rooms and as I'm about to walk off he grabs my arm
"Ooww that hurts" I complain, and he lets go. It didn't actually hurt, just the suddenness of it had caught me by surprise, and I wanted him to let go.
"What's wrong with your back?" he asks, he may have looked serious before- now he just looks shocked, its etched in every aspect of his face.
'Shit' I think to myself, the force from that ball must have reopened the wounds, I bet a few of them probably need stitches but I can't sew up what I can't reach. They must have bled through the bandage and onto the shirt. 'shit, shit SHIT this is the last thing I need' I think to myself and how do I explain this believably.
"yesterday I was playing on the swings in the park and I fell and landed on my back, hurt like hell and I scrapped like a lot of skin off the middle of my back it was really gross, and I guess when the ball hit my back it reopened and started bleeding and the pain made me faint" I watch as his blue eyes darken and narrow, I don't think he believes me but why would he care anyway?
He doesn't say anything and he walks off down the empty corridor muttering a faint "whatever" under his breath.
I let out the breath I was holding and walk to the changing rooms to do a little damage control. I take the bandage off and immediately feel blood start to trickle down my back, you can see which bits of the bandage where on my back because instead of being a pearly white it's drenched in a deep scarlet red.
"This is bad" I whisper to myself, 'what do I do?' I think to myself and I almost have a panic attack I'm soo stressed. The pain is quite bad but I can't have another aspirin because I just had one so I do what people say and just suck it in. Eventually I decide to tie my shirt to myself as a sort makeshift bandage, and decide I'll keep my coat on to hide it until I get home.
When I wished that nobody would care it was because I thought it make everything that much easier for me. But it hasn't, its not easier its harder, everything is so much harder and the only person who's benefitted from it is dad. What is it people say? Be careful what you wish for, it might just come true. I know exactly what they mean now.
A/N:
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