Summary: The gap between heaven and hell has never been wider. Preacher's daughters are bad girls who never get caught. Brucas.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything. I'm just a college senior who has no time yet always makes time for OTH. The title for the story comes from a Toby Keith song called God Love Her.
Me and God Love Her
Chapter Four
"Haley? Is everything okay?" Victoria Davis turned on the hallway staircase light and sighed when she looked at the bottom. "Brooklyn Penelope."
"Hi Mommy." Brooke giggled. "We in trouble Hay-wee."
"You two most certainly are." Victoria declared stomping down the stairs.
Being grounded at this point was the least of their worries right now.
"Please don't tell Daddy." Brooke whimpered sitting on the bottom step. Haley was moving around the foyer cleaning up Brooke's mess on the floor while Victoria stood at the top of the stairs, slowly making her way down.
"Girls," Victoria sighed. She remembered being their age and doing twice as much shit as they were doing now. She looked down the hall towards her bedroom where her husband laid sleeping to down the stairs where one daughter was crying and the other was cleaning.
"Daddy already hates me, Mommy." Brooke wrapped her arms around her mother. Victoria just brushed the hair out of Brooke's face and looked her in the eye.
"He does not and will never hate you, Brooklyn. Disappointed, yeah, but hate? No way." Victoria was never into this form of affection but here she was hugging her youngest daughter. "Now why don't you two go to sleep? I'll tell your dad that Haley went to get you because you had the stomach bug."
This time Haley did a little happy dance. "Thank you mom!" Haley helped Brook get up and tried to move up the stairs but Victoria stopped her.
"I expected this sort of thing from Brooke and Quinn, not you Haley." Victoria hissed and let Haley go. "Put a trash can next to her bed."
"I already know to mother." Haley's appreciation for her mother ended right there. Sometimes Victoria would act like an actual mother to them and other times she'd be just a bitch.
"Hay-wee," Brooke whispered, trying her hardest not to wake her dad or grandmother.
"Brookie," Haley smirked. "What is it?"
"Can you stay with me, please? I don't want to be alone feeling like this." Growing up, whenever Brooke was sick she had to have someone with her at all times. It was a calming and relaxing thing for her. Haley gave in and scooted next to her on the bed. "I don't do this much, but thank you Hales."
"Welcome Brooke. Now sleep, we have mass in five hours."
"I miss my Hay-wee." Brooke rolled on her side and looked at her older sister. "I sorry for being mean."
"It's okay, Brookie Cookie." Haley moved Brooke's hair out of her face. "It will be all okay. Now sleep." Both girls were out in a matter of minutes.
-XO-OTH-XO-
"Doesn't someone look like shit right now." Quinn walking into the house to find Brooke nicely dressed in her Sunday best with sunglasses and sipping on a cup of coffee.
"Momma, bad word!" Callum pointed out. He was in the stage were he is pointing out everyone's flaws right now.
Brooke and Quinn let out a small laugh. "I know I did, bud. Just don't repeat it. Got it?"
"Otay," Callum skipped off to find his grandfather.
"So what happened to you last night? I was expected to have to pick you up this morning somewhere."
"I had a little too much fun. But oh I have a story for you." Brooke smirked. "I know you will love it."
"Oh really?" Quinn was surprised, "a story for me? Sweet!"
"Brookie, how are you feeling?" Robert walked into the room. He was dressed proper and in his best outfit for today's event. "Your mother said you came home because you got the stomach bug last night and Haley went and picked you up."
"A little better, Daddy." Brooke didn't want to push her luck with him. She wanted to just start small but then again she really didn't want to go to church today. Not if she was feeling like crap. "I just don't know how I'm going to make it through church today. I'm still not feeling the best."
"Brooklyn, you are going." Dressed in a nice suit-dress combo, Victoria Davis walked into the room. Her hair was done perfectly, and her make up was done naturally. She had an image to up hold. "You will make it through church and then brunch."
"Vicky, if she doesn't feel well, she can stay home and rest."
"I think she feels just fine."
"Let the poor girl rest." Richard spoke up. Grandfather Davis was where Robert Davis got his looks, personality and job. Everything revolved around him. His was the head in the small Davis family.
"No." Victoria stated calmly but yet sternly. She put her foot down this time and was not going to let her parent-in-laws mess with her. She was going to grow a backbone to them. "She is going to mass and that is the final answer."
"Vicky," Robert started but when she saw the darting eyes of his wife staring at him, he knew to stop. "Sorry, Cookie." Robert shrugged kissing the top of Brooke's head before smiling softly at her.
"You're the man, not her." Richard tried to take over the situation. "The men make the rules and if you want her to stay home, then that is what she will do."
"Father," Robert spoke, he looked to his two daughter's and grandson. "If Vicky wants her to come, she is coming. We make choices together."
"Grow a backbone and be a man." Richard Davis hissed before walking towards the front door. "We will be in the car waiting. Hurry up, the pastor can not be late."
"Sorry about him," Robert tried making the situation a little better "I want you to come with us, Cookie. You should. It may help."
Under her glasses, Brooke rolled her emerald eyes and let out a silent sigh. She didn't feel like being in the mood to sit through church, especially if Grandmother Davis would be there. That was until her phone vibrated in her hand, indicating a text message came in. "Hope you didn't die on me last night. Take Advil and drink lots of water. Maybe even greasy food. Maybe see you later? Keep an eye out, I got a surprise for you."
Brooke stared at the message trying to think of a response. A simple "Alive and barely standing. Fuck being a preacher's daughter. This church thing and me don't belong together after last night. In deep shit with my mother, I don't know what I'll get out of this hellhole. Maybe see you tonight? Or come to church is you think you won't burn. A surprise for me? Really?" She decided to tease him a little. Just like he did to her previously. But this time the phone was taken from her hands.
"No phones right now, Brooklyn." Victoria turned off the phone. Brooke sunk into a slouch position on the stairs. She wanted to respond to him. She never gotten surprise from guys before and was really intrigued with what Lucas had planed for the night or day. Whatever it was.
"Why is it all Brooklyn this and Brooklyn that?" Brooke mumbled, trying not to let anyone hear her.
Victoria Davis gave her the look, the look of 'watch it'. Brooke knew her mother was going to hold this over her head for the rest of time. "Quinn, I am ashamed of you. What you allowed Brooke to do is unacceptable."
"Mom, come on." Quinn through her hands in the air. "If she said she was going to my house, she was. I mean she actually went there first, but yeah. She didn't say the whole story but it's Brooke. You know how determined she is to do whatever the hell she wants to do."
"Well she is still your younger sister and you are supposed to look out for her. Not allow her to get so trashed. What kind of image do you think she has?"
"What? The image of someone like me? Huh?" Quinn knew this was coming. It always seems to come out in every fight. Her parents may have gotten over the fact that she was a teen mom but they never really did show it. "I think you think everyone but Haley will turn out pregnant since she's the only one that will follow your stupid frickin' rules but you know what? At least Brooke trusted me to tell me that truth. Unlike Haley or I. You're not an easy person to talk to so she needed me too."
"Momma, you getting mad!" Callum's tiny hands balled into fists on his sides. His tiny angelic face had a pout placed on it.
"Come on, Bud, let's go find Aunt Haley." Brooke looked at the little boy and crabbed his hand and started walking up the stairs.
"No, go get in the car Brooke. We are leaving now." Victoria turned on her heels and headed out the door. She paused and turned to the stair case. "Haley Elizabeth, let's go!"
Brooke and Quinn, along with Callum, waited for the middle Davis to make her way down the stairs. The less time they had to spend with the three older adults was for the best.
"Looking motherly, Hales. The best look of all." Brooke teased.
"Looking very slutty Brookie." Haley said her comeback. It wasn't the best, but eh it would do at the moment. "How's the Cal man doing?" She held up a high five for the little boy. At first when Callum was born, Haley was very held back. It went against all her beliefs but now that the boy was here for a while she loved him.
"I do good!" Callum nodded and smiled giggly.
"You do well." Quinn corrected him. "I do good is not a sentence honey."
"Yes it is!" Callum stuck his tongue out at the older Davis's before turning and walking towards the door.
"I really don't think we need a little Brooke around her, Quinn. I think it's time to get another babysitter." Haley teased.
"You two are so nice to me." Brooke stormed out of the house.
-XO-OTH-XO-
"You girls should participate more. It will bring out the better in you." Here Grandmother Davis went on her tyrant about how their mother did not raise them lady like and if she had it her way, he would've married their neighbor's daughter like she always wanted him too. "You need some guidance in your life and this is the perfect way to get it. The Lord will listen."
Just to annoy her, seeing how Haley is the favorite somewhat, she said this to shut her up. "So if I pray to the so called Lord to see if I should have an abortion or not, then he'd tell me what is the right way?" They where sitting at brunch at the country club they belong too just to uphold the image.
"Haley Davis!" Robert warned with his voice. He didn't need to say anymore then what he already did. The girls knew his tone and that was enough to know to stop it.
"Sorry," Haley looked down at the menu and mumbled. Brooke and Quinn slowly let smirks fall on their faces when they noticed the look Grandmother sent them.
"These girls would've done so much better if they went to the right schools, like I wanted them too." Her snotty, better then everyone, attitude show greatly in this comment. Grandmother Davis wanted the best of the best for the Davis children and nothing else would do.
"Well, Mary, we made the best possible choices for our children. We think Tree Hill High School is a great school for them." Victoria came back at her. She hated how her mother-in-law was so against everything Robert and her decided on for their daughters.
"A great school that landed one of them pregnant!" Mary hissed. "These girls need more guidance and more structure. Especially after what happened last night."
"Last night?" Robert looked towards the end of the long oval table to his daughter's then to his wife and finally to his parents.
"They're not that quiet coming in, Son." Richard stated standing up for his wife. "If you don't control them now, you'll have three underage pregnant Davis girls ruining the image of our name. Stop it now."
"What happened last night?" Robert asked. His eyes darted to Quinn, Haley and Brooke. One of them would break under his gaze, one always does and the other two tag team with each other.
"I think the perfect way to deal with this mess you've allowed in your house is to make them go to that private school or make them move in with us." Mary sipped on her coffee. "It will let them become more focused and disciplined. Since we lost our first shot, the next two must be stopped from getting out of control, Robert."
"Mother," Robert sighed. It was a never ending battle with them over the way his children are being raised. He did not see the point in it. He thought he was raising some pretty amazing girls, even at times if he was disappointed in them.
"Just think about it. You're allowing a fifteen-year-old to become a slut like her older sister. This name was embarrassed once already, I will not allow it to happen again. Either control them, or we will step it." Mary warned.
Brooke, Haley, Quinn and Victoria sat there stunned. They knew better then to speak up against Mary. Quinn learned that the hard way when she was five and had her mouth rinsed out with soap.
"I'm not turning into a slut, Grandmother." Brooke broke the silence. "I'm a frickin' virgin if you would like to know. And this precious Davis name image you hold so deeply, get the fuck over it." Brooke spoke harshly. The words shot out of her mouth before anyone realized it. She didn't want to hear it anymore. She had a major hangover headache and all the bullshit her grandmother spewed was making it worse.
"That girl needs manors. Are you going to allow her to talk to me like that?" Mary turned to look at her only son.
"He doesn't control me. He won't ever control me. I am me and that's all I can be." Brooke was satisfied with that response. She knew the minute she got home and they where both gone that she would get hell for standing up to her but she didn't care that much. "I don't care if I turn out like Quinn because she became a wonderful person and a wonderful mother. I would love to be like her."
"Brooklyn," Robert and Victoria said at the same time.
Brooke's voice grew louder and louder after ever comment, "I'm sick of this freaking image. Who gives a fuck anymore?" Brooke threw her napkin on the table and stood up and walked away leaving everyone stunned in her pathway.
"Whoa there Pretty Girl." Brooke crashed into him. She couldn't see well because of the tears falling from her eyes. But she knew the voice and she knew the nickname. He wrapped his arms around her and hugged her tightly. "Surprise?" He shrugged.
"You missed the whole show." Brooke mumbled into his chest. His arms stayed tightly around her. She needed the comfort. "I'm gonna be murdered when I get home."
"Well till then, let's go have some fun." He lead her out of the country club to his motorcycle waiting in the parking lot.
She knew she was going to be killed, but till then she was going to go off with Lucas and enjoy her day. Nothing will get in her way.
So there is Chapter Four. What do you all think? Do you like it? Please let me know!
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