Once again, your guys' reviews for my last chapter were INCREDIBLE! I wasn't sure if this story would do well, but I couldn't thank you enough for changing my mind!

A few quick notes to some:

B. Davis-Thank you for agreeing with me about writing the rape scene. It really meant a lot to know it didn't disappoint people. I just didn't feel right writing about something that I for one have no experience in other then stories I've heard, and two which is such a tragic event to some people. Unfortunately it does happen, which inspired me to write a story on some effects it COULD have.

iamkagomeiloveinuyasha- Yes it was from Drake Bells song, 'Somehow'. I'm glad somebody noticed! I'm in love with that song, and though that it seemed a good fit from the chapter. I'm almost positive more chapter titles will come from that song since it does fit into the story, and I always try to fit chapter names with songs:)

Also one other thing, I didn't realize that the new scenes weren't being separated as I thought they were, so I'm sorry if it seemed a bit jumpy. I'll fix that from now on by doing something else to symbolize a new scene.

So without further ado, the next chapter!

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I can remember

The very first time I cried

How I wiped my eyes

And buried the pain inside

"Brooke you here!" Lucas heard, quickly turning around. Sure enough, he saw the brunette enveloping her friend in a hug. As Brooke pulled away, Lucas felt his legs go numb. She looked gorgeous. Short jean skirt, white heels on along with a white sweater. He didn't understand why she would be wearing a sweater, but it was Brooke Davis; everything was unpredictable.

But that's what he loved about her; the way that even though he knew her better then the back of his hand she still managed to surprise her. No one seemed to take a bigger affect on Lucas' life then Brooke, not as far as love goes.

His thoughts were cut off by the blonde standing at his side, tapping his shoulder slightly.

"She wastes no time, huh?" Peyton smirked, nodding over to Brooke who was already on her second drink.

Lucas just nodded, not really paying attention to what Peyton had said. His mind was fully focused on Brooke Davis, the girl for him.

Without any other words to Peyton, Lucas set his cup down and slowly made his way over to Brooke, touching her shoulder slightly.

Brooke jumped at the tough before putting a reassuring smile. She was never this jumpy, and he knew that. Yet he was just going to shrug it off, figuring maybe she was already getting a buzz from the alcohol.

"Brooke, listen I just wanted to apologize for earlier. You were right I shouldn't have commented about you and Mr. Chavez.." Lucas started, before being cut off by Brooke.

"Luke, don't worry about it." She told him with a smile.

"No really, I shouldn't have said anything. I'm sure he's just a student making sure you get your work done…" Lucas told her, noticing she wasn't keeping his eye contact. Lucas knew for a fact that if Brooke wasn't looking straight into your eyes, she was keeping something from you. Hell he'd been dating the girl for 6 months now.

"Exactly." Brooke sighed, looking around at the party before looking back up to Lucas. Why couldn't he see she was hurting? Why couldn't he save her?

"There you are…" The two heard as someone accompanied them, none other then Brooke's former best friend. "I was looking for you." She told Lucas with a smile before looking over to Brooke, not willing to leave the two of them alone.

"Well then I'll leave you two to it." Brooke told them both, forcing a smile as she turned around. "

"Brooke wait…" Lucas said softly as he watched Brooke walk away, slipping out of his reach once again. "Damn it.." He mumbled, looking over to Peyton with his eyebrows narrowed.

"Look Lucas I'm trying to be mature about this whole thing. She's the one that can't seem to be a civil person. It's not my fault she can't get over the fact that were only friends…" Peyton smirked, trying her best to hide away the fact that she was in love with Lucas.

Lucas sighed and nodded his head. No matter how many times he tried to explain to Brooke that him and Peyton were just friends, she just didn't believe it. Little did he know Peyton told Brooke that she was in love with Lucas.

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Staring at the cracks in the walls

'Cause I'm waiting for it all

to come to an end

Brooke quickly downed another shot as she watched Peyton and Lucas from across the room. Peyton seemed to be laughing at something Lucas had said. Soon enough, Nathan and Haley joined the two in their laughter.

Brooke couldn't help but think, that used to be me. She used to be over there with the four of them, hand in Lucas' while he made silly comments in her ear. But now, she was alone. Sure, Rachel was next to her, drinking as well, but things just weren't the same. Brooke Davis' world had turned upside down, and it seemed it was never coming to an end.

Constantly pushing

The world I know aside

I don't even feel the pain

I don't even want to try

Before she knew it, she was in the next part of the house, grinding up against a guy she'd never met before. He a shaved head and green eyes, 'Perfect', she thought; someone totally different from Lucas and Nick.

Lucas couldn't help but watch jealously across the room. He'd make a joke every now and then to his friends, making sure they wouldn't notice where his attention really was, but that didn't matter. He had anger running throughout his body watching HIS girl dance with a DIFFERENT guy.

Within a matter of seconds Lucas was marching up to Brooke, pulling her outside softly.

Brooke looked at him, amazed that he really just pulled her out of a perfectly good dance session.

"What the hell is your problem?" Brooke asked him angrily.

"What's my problem? What the hell is YOUR problem? Your letting a guy you don't even know grope you all over without any problem?" He asked, trying his best to keep his voice down. He knew he had no right to be angry at her, and he really wasn't. It was just all this jealously boiling inside of him that he couldn't hold in any longer.

"In case you haven't noticed, this is a PARTY. So I met a guy that happens to like dancing, just as well as I do. It's not like I have a boyfriend to worry about, right?"

"What about Mr. Chavez? Damn and you've been making me out to be a bad guy for kissing someone who was DIEING when you're out dancing with a guy who is perfectly fine while your teacher boyfriend is probably waiting for his late-night booty call from you!"

Smack. Right across his face, it stung; there was no doubt about that. But he didn't care about the pain, he was more interested in why. Why would she get so worked up about something he said, clearly out of anger.

"You don't know one damn thing about me and Mr. Chavez! So don't you dare try to say that I'm dating a teacher, and don't you dare try to act like you know me, because you don't for a second. Just stay the hell out of my damn life!" Brooke shouted, trying as hard as she could to keep the tears from flowing out.

Lucas could tell by her face something was hurting her deeper then their little argument, something much more.

"Brooke!" He shouted, trying to grab her gently by the wrist to get her to stay there long enough for him to figure out what was going on.

Brooke flinched as he grabbed her arm, immediately taking it away in pain. "I said—stay out of my life." She told him coldy before walking back into the party, slamming the door shut in his face. Lucas stood in the same spot, staring where the brunette used to stand. Why the hell did she flinch so much by a gentle grab of her wrist? And why did she flip about every time he mentioned Nick? Something wasn't right, Lucas knew it.

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Sorry girl

Tell a tale for me

'Cause I'm wondering

How you really feel

I'm a lonely girl

I'll tell a tale for you

It wasn't more than an hour later Brooke was back into full swing at the party. But this wasn't the Brooke Davis that people had seen lately, this was the old Brooke Davis; stumbling around everywhere, dancing with almost every guy in the place. This was the Brooke from two years ago, this was the Pre-Lucas Brooke.

"Hey, haven't you had enough?" Brooke heard from behind her. As she turned around, she smiled, thanking god it was only Nathan.

"Shouldn't you and Tutor-Mom be in bed?" She slurred with a giggle. Surprisingly, Brooke and Nathan had become pretty close these past few months. Maybe it was the fact he had always been at the apartment, or he knew what it was like to go through a broken heart. Either way, she was happy to have found a friend in him.

"Brooke really, let's get you home…" Nathan said as he rested him hand on her back, trying to get the drink out of her hand without her noticing to much.

"Nate, thanks for the help but I'm sleeping here tonight…" She told him, lieing of course. A drunk Brooke Davis was more stubborn then the regular Brooke Davis, which even then was hard to believe.

After a few more minutes of trying, Haley eventually got tired and wanted to go home. Nathan sighed, giving Brooke a hug and a quick 'be careful' before leaving the party with his wife.

Soon enough, Brooke stumbled back to the guy she'd been dancing with earlier.

Lucas watched from afar as he whispered something in her ear. Whatever it was, Brooke nodded and took him by the hand, leading him up the stairs.

Lucas clenched his fists in jealously, trying his hardest not to move. He wanted to go get that jack ass' hands off of his pretty girl, but he couldn't do that. She wasn't HIS anymore, as much as he hated to admit it.

Upstairs, things between Brooke and the guy were going pretty smoothly, as well as making out goes. As they hit the bed, he started unbuttoning Brooke's pants while she continued to give soft kisses along his neck.

As the guy began running his fingers up Brooke shirt, Brooke closed her eyes; images of what had happened earlier that day flashing through her head. Before she knew it, Brooke was in tears, running down the stairs.

The second Lucas saw her, he jumped up, instantly rushing in front of her and placing his hands on her shoulder's to stop her.

"Brooke? What's going on? What did he do to you?" Lucas asked as anger rushed over him, seeing the guy come down the stairs slowly.

Before Lucas could get any kind of reply from Brooke, she shrugged herself off of his shoulders and ran to Rachel, who within a matter of seconds led her outside and into a taxi, both girls getting in.

Lucas looked to the guy, who seemed to be laughing with his friends. Without even thinking, Lucas rushed towards him, shoving him into the wall; keeping his hands locked against his shirt.

"What the fuck did you do?!" He yelled, causing everyone in the party to turn and look at the altercation.

"Whoa, chill out Bro! We didn't do anything! We started hooking up, but then she ran out of the room crying. All we did was make out!" He yelled back, sighing of relief as he felt Lucas' arm release him.

"You better hope she's alright." Lucas told him coldly before quickly exiting the house, not looking at anyone. All he cared about was Brooke, nothing else.

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Still I curl up right under the bed

'Cause it's takin' over my head

All over again

Without even knocking, Lucas walked straight into Rachel's house. He needed to know what was happening with his cheery, and what was with her sudden breakdowns. Sure she was drunk and that could cause emotions, but she was hiding something, you could see it in her eyes. At least, Lucas could.

As Lucas made his way into the room, Rachel quickly brought her finger up to her mouth, hushing him before leading him out of the bedroom.

"Shh, she just got to sleep, or actually passed out. Don't wake her…" Rachel warned him with a stern voice. He knew that the girls had gotten close, but he didn't realize how protective Rachel was of Brooke until now. It actually made him feel a bit better, knowing that when he couldn't be caring for Brooke someone else was.

"Is she okay?" He asked, peaking in the room at Brooke. Even sleeping she looked gorgeous.

"Honestly Lucas…I just—I don't know. She seems—" Before she could finish they heard Brooke sit up and make a quick exit to the bathroom. The two closed their eyes as they heard her puke.

Obviously after not drinking to this extent for awhile, she couldn't hold alcohol as well as she once could.

Lucas quickly went into their room and into the bathroom, leaning down next to Brooke and pulling her hair back. He rubbed her back soothingly as she continued to puke. As she finally finished, Brooke's eyes were heavy and her body weak.

Lucas, noticing this, scooped her up in his arms and brought her over to her bed, gently placing her down and grabbing the blankets.

Just before he covered her, he noticed she was no longer in her sweater, but instead a tank top which she must of changed into when she got home. It wasn't long after that Lucas noticed her bruised wrists, shaped in a handprint. Lucas felt a sense of anger and sympathy come over him. Who would do this to his pretty girl?

"Does that answer your question?" Rachel asked, appearing behind him as she referred to his question earlier about Brooke being okay.

Lucas stared at Brooke in shock before pulling the blankets over her. How could she not tell him this? More importantly, why didn't he notice? Why couldn't he save her?

Oh, nothing is ever enough

Ooh, baby it ain't enough

For what it may seem

Do you even know who you are?

Oh, I'm trying to find

Is life good to you, or is it bad?

I can't tell anymore

Do you even know what you have?

Oh, no, no

Well, I hope I didn't disappoint with this chapter! I thought I owed you all a long chapter with everyone's amazing reviews. So please, I hope you enjoyed!

Song- Lonely Girl by Pink.