I walked into our hotel room after my day with Brooke. She hadn't mentioned Stan after a conversation at the café and I was glad. She updated me on everyone's life and I was surprised to know I was the only one not residing in Tree Hill. Nathan and Haley had moved for about two years, but after Hales had gotten pregnant they moved back to Tree Hill to raise their kids where they themselves had grown up. Brooke had dated around but never really found anyone until early this year. She met a guy named Alex on day and they'd been together for the past 6 months. She was happy and I could tell…she glowed every time she talked about him.
Lucas's life was another story though, everyone had had a happy life…except him. He had gotten married in college and his wife Amy had given birth to a little girl name Samantha five years ago. I smiled as she told me about Luke's life…he seemed happy, but then her smiled faded. Amy had died of a brain aneurism about two years ago. I felt bad for Lucas but worse for Samantha…I knew the pain she would go through during her life…I was still going through it myself. The only thing I was happy about was the fact that Lucas stayed around. I know my dad loved me and took car of met he best way he knew how…but that didn't make my nights any less lonely. Brooke told me that I had something to do with Lucas's decision to be around. I know she's right…Luke knows what I went through in high school and he knows how much the loneliness hurt. I couldn't imagine him trying to get my dad to stay around and then turning around and doing that same thing to his own daughter. Lucas wasn't that hypocritical.
I collapsed onto the hotel bed, I was exhausted and I could used a little rest before it all started. I knew it was going to happen but I didn't expect it to happen so soon. The bathroom door opened and out he came with a towel in his hands. I kept my eyes closed…there was no need to open them.
"I don't like your little friend. She's a nosy little bitch…did you see the way she was looking at me." Stan threw the towel in a nearby chair and within second I could feel him standing over me.
"That's just how Brooke is Stan…don't worry about it" I ran a hand threw my hair, untangling my curls.
"DON'T WORRY ABOUT IT...SHE'S GUNNA TRYING A TEAR US APART…THAT WHAT WHORES LIKE HER DO" now I opened my eyes and glared at him.
"God…will you just stop…for one she's not gunna do anything…and secondly…don't call her a whore…thanks" I spat bitterly as I lifted myself from the bed…it was starting…our screaming match.
"No…that title is reserved for you…"
"Excuse me…what the hell is your problem…" god I wanted to hit him…but there was no need to go that far.
"Stop defending that girl…you are supposed to be on my side. You're marrying me…not that tramp…so start thinking straight Peyton."
"What the hell are you talking about…me marrying you does not mean I have to agree with everything to say and I sure as hell am not about to take your side over my best friend. I've known Brooke my whole life…and you are not about to walk all over her."
"This conversation is over for now Peyton…" I watched him step closer to me….fear immediately began radiating through my body. "I just advise you to do some serious thinking over the next few days because when we go back to New York…its just me and you…just keep that in mind baby"
He leaned down and kissed me before sitting on the bed and turning on the TV. I sat down next to him and rested against the headboard. He was right…I was only gunna be here for a week, and then after the funeral…it was back to New York City…and it would be just the two of us.
