Chapter Two: Uninvited

His deep blue eyes stared hard at her, never wavering from her green eyes.

"Lucas, why are you being all weird?" Peyton asked.

She was only slightly familiar with Nathan's troubled older brother. She had only met him a couple of times, most of those times were Nathan bailing him out of jail.

"Just, please don't talk, I don't want to hurt you, but if your not quiet I'm gonna have to," Lucas said, his breath tickling her neck, causing her to have goosebumps.

"Lucas, what are you doing?" Peyton asked, slightly more scared than before.

"I have to," was all Lucas would give her, before grabbing her arms a little roughly and pulling them behind her back, tying them in place.

"Lucas, you can talk to me, I can help you...please," Peyton begged.

"Am I gonna have to gag you?" Lucas asked, a serious expression on his face.

"Gag me? Are you...are you kidnapping me?" Peyton asked.

"No, I just need you to shut the hell up for like five minutes so I can find what I need," Lucas all but yelled at her.

She flinched at his voice. He sounded harsh, and she was throughly afraid that he would hurt her if she didn't shut up. All the while, she knew Lucas had broken the law on a few occasions, but nothing like this. Her first thought was that someone put him up to it. She knew that Lucas knew that Nathan was loaded. In fact, Lucas was originally supposed to take over the family business, which was a little less that flattering if she said so herself. Being only a few months older than Nathan, meant that they all graduated at the same time, even still Lucas didn't really fall into their crowd. He always hung around with the equally weird Haley James, who turned out the pride of Tree Hill. Her second album had already hit platinum, but he had always been in trouble with the law. Never anything to big, but more so than his father would have liked, which was why Nathan was running Scott Family Funeral Home. Who would have known that so much money was in the funeral home business.

Now laying on the bed, her back turned to Lucas, the thought that he could actually be very dangerous actually entered her mind. She started chewing on her bottom lip, only realizing it when she tasted that sour taste of blood in her mouth.

She heard him digging through some drawers, spatting random obscenities all the while.

"If your looking for money, it's in a box in the top shelf of the closet," Peyton said.

"I told you to shut the hell up!" Lucas screamed loudly, before hearing the obvious sounds of sirens, that were most definitely heading for the Scott household.

"Son of a bitch, you've gotta be shitting me," Lucas screamed again.

"Lucas, why don't you just cut your losses, and leave while you can," Peyton pleaded with him, hoping he wouldn't do something stupid.

"Yeah, like you can keep your loud mouth shut. I didn't want to have to, but it looks like I'm gonna have to take you with me," Lucas said, snatching her up from the bed, and shoved a 9 mm to her temple. "Like I said before, I need you to be quiet."

Peyton felt her breath catch in her throat, he would do something stupid.

"So what, am I your hostage?" Peyton asked.

"That doesn't sound like you being quiet to me..and what the hell does it look like to you? Do you actually think those cops are gonna let me out of here if I don't have a gun pointed to Nathan Scott's wife?" Lucas asked.

"I won't talk, you still have time to leave, just please don't hurt me," Peyton pleaded once more.

"Nope, I need you. I guess this is where I take you against your will," Lucas said, when Peyton wouldn't walk with him.

He grabbed her by her legs and threw her body over his shoulder, he'd get her out of this house one way or another. He slowly walked down the stairs and stopped when he finally reached the front door. He let her down, wrapping his arm tightly around her throat with his pistol pointed to her temple again.

"Now Peyton, this part is very important okay. I need you to be convincing, think you can do that? Do you think you could look scared out of your mind, like you actually think I might put one of these bullets in your head, if one of those bastards makes a wrong move?" Lucas asked, laughing lightly at his joke.

"I hate you," Peyton spat, sick of playing the frightened little girl card, and pulling out the tough chick one.

"Yeah, well with the way your squirming around, I'm not real fond of you right now," Lucas said, pulling his arm tighter around her neck, cutting off some of the air going to her lungs.

"Your hurting me, you bastard," Peyton screamed at him.

Lucas grinned lightly, before leaning forward, making sure his mouth was right by her ear, "Good."

Peyton scoffed at his words, before trying to fight his arm that was around her neck.

"You might as well give up and go along with the plan Peyton, because whether you like it or not, your coming with me. Your my insurance that I get where I need to be. I need you, and whether or not you wanna admit it, you need me to," Lucas said, letting the last part of his sentence linger a bit.

"Need you...why on earth would I need you?" Peyton asked, slightly thrown off by his words.

"You'll see before too long," Lucas said, before pulling the front door open, and shoving his gun into Peyton's temple a little harder than he had meant to.

"Drop the weapon Mr. Scott," the sheriff said, pointing his rifle at Lucas's head.

"Go ahead Mr. Policeman, shoot me, and see how fast I put a bullet in Ms. Scott's head," Lucas spat at the sheriff.

"You don't wanna do this Lucas, you don't wanna go back to prison," the sheriff said.

Lucas flinched slightly at his words, knowing that he didn't want to go back to prison, but knowing what he had to do to insure he didn't go back to prison ever again.

"You know what...your right, I don't, and I'm doing what I have to so that I don't ever go back again," Lucas said, walking forward slightly, knowing that the sheriff wouldn't shoot, not when he was holding Nathan's wife at gunpoint. He'd never hear the end of it, not to mention he would lose his job as well. Lucas slowly backed his way toward his car, pulling Peyton with him. He kept his eyes on the cops in front of him, just waiting for them to make a move, to make a mistake. Slowly he opened the driver side door. Slowly he climbed into the car, slowly backing up so that Peyton could slip into the front seat with him.

He looked at her with his piercing blue eyes, "Drive."