Alright peps this is chapter two. I got to warn you this one is gonna get dark but bare with it. I reread over the chapters I have done and man was I surprised. I didn't realize how dak it got but I guess since it was written during a pretty big downturn in my life It shows in the writting. Sooooo just a few more things, thanks for those that reviewed, special thanks to Diane who really did me a solid by reviewing this first and without further delay read on my friends. Oh and of course I own nothing of One Tree Hill, not a thing. Sorry.

Chapter 2

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Haley James Scott was a loving person, great mother, perfect wife and great friend. However these days she was drowning. Drowning in guilt, drowning in regret, drowning in her memories. She had betrayed one of her best friends to protect the other and it ended up destroying both of them. Haley James Scott was smiling on the outside but no one knew that the smile she plastered on every day was a façade, one that was beginning to crack. She had decided that morning to go pick up her son and head over to her brother in laws to see him. She felt that at least if she could see him he might open up to her. Not that it had helped at all in the past visits but Haley would never stop trying. She needed him. He might allow her to open up to him. She needed someone desperately to tell her everything would be okay because even up to that point, no one had. She pulled up into his driveway and saw the door open. Alarmed she turned to her son who was intently watching sponge bob in the back seat.

Jamie, I'm gonna go in first and see if your uncle is here, you stay in the car and I'll be right back okay?"

She spoke doing her best make sure to not let the fear show in her voice. He nodded and smiled. Oh how that smile could melt her heart. She only hoped that the smile of her little boy would do the same for her best friend. She made her way up the walk way and stood in the open door. Inside was Lucas, sitting in his living room with his head in his hands. His shoulders were violently shaking and in her mind she already knew he was crying. She walked over to him and placed her hand on his head to soothe him and the moment his head shot up she could see the redness in his eyes and a tear making its way down the side of his face. She tried to smile but somehow it came off as pity, and Lucas hated pity. He knocked her hand away and quickly shot up to walk to his kitchen in search of something to help him forget, forget Brooke. She followed knowing what he was going for.

"Lucas…"

He didn't answer, just kept moving.

"Stop Lucas"

He didn't.

"Lucas please talk to me."

He wouldn't.

"Lucas!"

"WHAT!"

She did nothing but stand there and look at her friend. He had always been an insensitive ass, doing what he wanted, hurting whomever, lied when it suited him but he had never…ever…ever yelled at her. Her bottom lip trembled as tears began to form and for a split second he felt guilty, only for a second. With her voice cracking she spoke. She wanted to let him know why she was there.

"I don't want you drinking because I brought Jamie. He wanted to see you."

"Haley…..I-"

"It's okay, I know. I miss her too-"

"Haley-"

"But you can't keep shutting us out! We all miss her."

Haley's brimming tears began their decent all the while she yelled at him. She hated what this had done to him, to her, to her son. One simple act of infidelity had left Lucas loveless, Haley friendless, and Jamie god motherless. The lack of Brooke's presence was like torture. Lucas went to speak but she waved his apologies.

"I know what you're gonna say but you can save it. I came here to see if my best friend was still in there but I guess not. You want to make friends with the bottle that's fine. But just know you are killing that little boy out there and that I will not let go on."

Haley spun around and exited out the same door that had been left open. She knew she had to leave now because nothing hurt her more than to see the friend she loved so dearly hurt himself by downing another bottle. Lucas heard the engine turn over and then heard the crunch of the gravel as the car moved out of his driveway and then there was nothing. There he stood in his kitchen eyeing the half empty bottle of bourbon. His hand shook the closer it moved to the liquor. He was spiraling. He knew it. He clutched the bottle in his hand and was about to turn it up to aid his need to be numb when his guilt overtook him. He hurled the bottle across the room with all his strength and watched as it shattered and the bourbon slid down the wall to the floor. He looked at the mess in the floor and decided to leave it for another day and walked to the door and closed it. He leaned forward till his forehead touched the wood. He hated that he had pretty much pushed everyone away and without warning he felt a soft pair of lips on his neck. Normally he would be startled but he knew exactly to whom the pair of lips belonged to. Without turning he engaged.

"You came back."

"I did."
"How did you get in without being seen?"

"I have my ways. Besides it seemed like you and Haley needed the time."

"Why did you come back Brooke?"

"Because you wanted me to Broody."

His jaw clenched at that name. He hated that name now more than ever. He hated it because that name was like her claiming possession of him, of his heart. In anger he turned and grabbed her, spun around throwing her against the door. The thud from her back hitting the door sounded off. She winced in a brief moment of pain and then her lips curved into a smirk. The grip he had on her shoulders tightened the more her face taunted him. He wanted to hurt her like she had hurt him and if inflicting physical pain as an eye for an eye did it then so be it.

"Harder Luke, You know I like it rough."

He pulled her forward and slammed her back into the door and she just laughed. This was an even worse taunt than the smirk. His eyes were ablaze with anger and hers with resentment. He knew she was loving that she could get to him. He released her and pushed away and his hands found their way to his face as he raked them over his face as if in an effort to calm down. She continued her laughter and then followed him after pushing off the door. He sat on his couch, with his face back in his hands.

"Why won't you go away?"

"Sorry, can't do that."

She rounded the back of the couch and placed her hands on his shoulders.

"Leave me alone!"

He said it blankly and plain as he tried to shrug her hands away from him. She in turn leaned down to whisper in his ear.

"Like I said, can't do it."

"WHY THE HELL NOT!"
"Because my dear Broody..", She walked around the couch and stood in front of him. He lifted his face to see her ruby red lips, enticing him. "…you don't want me to." He looked confused. He didn't want her to be there to torture him, make him see what he can't have, taste what he will never taste fully and feel things that made him contemplate if it was worth living another day without her.

"I don't-"

"You do want me here. Otherwise I wouldn't be here."

"I miss you."

"I know you do."

"I still love you."

"I know you think you do."

She stepped forward and straddled him on the soft sofa. She brushed his hair away from the upper part of his forehead to reveal a scar. It's faint now but still there.

"Aww Broody…. You carry around all this regret Lucas. This scar is part of it. I am part of it. You probably wake up feeling sorry for yourself because you screwed up and you push everyone away to make yourself feel better." He looked into her eyes and there it was, that look of contempt.

"When are you gonna stop being a coward."

He sat there, what else could he do. He sat there and while her venomous words dropped his anger boiled inside.

"You know, that's one more think that Nathan was better at than you, aside from the sex that is. He was never so selfish."

His fist clenched, he knew the next part was gonna hurt, it was going to hurt bad.

"He was one of the most unselfish lovers I ever had. God it felt like heaven with him pounding into me. I came so hard-"

In reflex his hands shot up to her neck. The softest skin under his hands almost felt as delicate as glass that he could shatter at his whim. His body willed his hands to squeeze till her words stopped stabbing at his heart. It was true he hurt her by sleeping with Peyton, but she demolished him by sleeping with his brother. Sure Nathan and Haley had been separated but her sleeping with him crossed the line. He hated her most of all for that. She had gone after Nathan to hurt him for betraying her with her best friends and she had done it to punish Haley for keeping that betrayal a secret. Haley had known about the first tryst Lucas had participated in with Peyton and said nothing. Her bitter feelings toward the two of them may have been valid but now it was just twisting the knife deeper. Before he allowed the darkness to take over him he released her neck and stood up. Her body went tumbling to the floor and a few curse words were uttered at him as he walked away into his bedroom and shut the door. He lay in his bed and hated that she got to him again. He never wanted to let his anger get to him like that again. He closed his eyes and as he drifted off he could still hear her malicious laughter, mocking him. All he wanted to do was make it stop, make the pain stop.

Okay so don't be mad about the Brathan thing. It fit the story so I went with it. I promise it is only a Brathan friendship that took a wrong turn one night but please know Brucas is what I had in mind and again it's dark (and that's putting it mildly) so there are no sunshine and happy rainbows in this one. So don't be shy with that review button and who knows I might add another update later today...who am I kidding I love this story and can't wait to share it.