mFrom a Whisper To a Scream
Lucas stood before his mirror, he was questioning himself what to wear.
His blue vest, no that was trying too hard.
His black shirt with long sleeves, maybe that was too casual.
Or should he wear his red T-shirt, no that's not matching with his jeans?
Maybe, his green sweater, but that ...
"Oh gosh Lucas, stop acting like a girl." He whispered to the blond boy in the mirror. Karen passed by his room and saw the different garments on his bed. She began to laugh loudly. "What's so funny mom?" Lucas saw her imagine from the mirror, he turned around. She first had to swallow a few times before she could talk again. "Well, this is so funny, Lucas Scott doesn't no what to wear. That's the first time." "Ha ha ha." He answered ironic. "But please, mom, help me, this is difficult." Karen smiled and entered his room. "Well, honey, I think you should wear brown sweater with light brown strips." He moaned. "Come on mom, you can't be serious?!" Karen laughed, for the first time in a really long time. "I'm kidding Lucas, the black shirt with the long sleeves. I really like that one. You look very sexy in that shirt, black is your colour." "Mom!" "I'm kidding Lucas, but that shirt is nice on you." She hugged him. "Hurry up, you're going to be late."
In the meantime Peyton lay on her bed. Only wearing black underwear and one of her father's T-shirts. She wanted to sleep, so bad, she wanted to sleep, shut out this world. "Sweetheart, Lucas can be here any second. You need to get dressed." She opened her eyes and looked at her dad. His beautiful eyes, they had such a sad look. Larry looked at Peyton, his daughter, she looked so tired of everything. In no time, Peyton could build her walls up again. Really strong and steady walls. But it took much more time to let them fall again. Larry saw her struggle with it, fighting against them, didn't want them to rise again. But they did. He knew that there was no possibility to let them fall again anytime soon.
"And girly, what do you want to wear?" Larry stood before her closet, trying to cheer her up. "Well, I love that green dress, do you want to wear it?" She shook her head and closed her eyes again. Larry saw how she tried to shut the world out again. 'Keep talking to her.' He though. 'Just keep talking, I won't let her slip into that dark place in her mind again.'
"Come on Peyton. Lucas can be here any minute. What do you want to wear?" She opened her eyes and looked at her father. 'I'm selfish. Why do a treat my father like this? It's not his fault Lucas is an idiot and I'm a stupid fool.' She took a deep breath. 'Be strong.' She thought. 'In a few hours everything is over for a while. Just be strong and be nice to Lucas.' She walked to her closet. "My denim skirt and Tric-shirt is okay."
She just finished her make-up when the doorbell rang. Downstairs she heard Lucas' warm voice. "Come in Rake Boy, Peyton can be here any minute. She's getting ready."
She tried to make her way off the stairs, but she realized that she needed help again. Otherwise, she would probably fall again. "Dad!" She yelled. In no time Larry stood before the stairs, Lucas just behind him. "Help me. Still stuck her." She smiled innocently. Larry laughed too. But then there were weird noises coming from the kitchen. "My dinner. Lucas do you mind helping my beautiful daughter?" Lucas nodded. "I don't mind at all." Larry speeded away and then there was only Lucas and Peyton.
Lucas walked upstairs and tried to pick Peyton up. But she refused to let him touch her. "Don't even think about it." She whispered, her eyes on fire. "How are things going there?" Larry shouted from the kitchen. "As safe as your dinner!" Lucas shouted back. Lucas looked Peyton in the eyes. "I know you don't want this." He whispered. "But I guess you don't want your dad to find out what happened?" She nod and let Lucas carry her downstairs.
"Is the food edible?" Larry asked worried by seeing Lucas' face. "Yeah, it's delicious. But I expected frozen pizzas, to be honest." Larry laughed. "Did you tell him Peyton?" Peyton nodded. "Yeah, I did." The three laughed. "But Larry, your dinner is delicious." Lucas liked his lips. Peyton couldn't help it, and smiled. "Well, single parent cooking class, it really helped me. How's your mom doing? I'm a bit worried about her, she's a strong woman. But I knew that Keith was a big support for her and that they finally had found each other." Larry looked at Lucas, Lucas still wasn't used it. People talking about Keith like a dead person, for Lucas Keith was still here, somehow.
"She's doing fine I guess. I know she's sad and she misses him, but she realizes that she needs to move on. We're trying to make it work without him, but it's hard." Seconds of silence. "Really hard." Larry saw the tears in Lucas' young eyes. "It's all going to be okay. It just needs time. I still miss my wife, every day I think of her. But she's in heaven now. And I know she wants me to be happy, and she wants Peyton to be happy. And so is Keith too. He wants you to be happy and your mom to be happy." After his words, silence returned.
The dinner was pretty good. Larry and Lucas talked about sports, writers, life in general. Peyton just watched and listened. It was great to see that her dad and Lucas were having funny, that 'the click' between them was there.
"Thank you for saving my daughter's life, Rake Boy." Larry stood up and hugged Lucas. The older man had tears shining in his eyes. Peyton hadn't seen that much before. "It was with all my pleasure." Lucas hugged Larry back but kept looking at Peyton. The look was so strong that she needed to look away, she needed to escape it.
A few hours passed by. It was round 11.00 P.M. Peyton was fighting against the sleep, the men saw her struggle with it. "Well, princess, I think it's bedtime for you." Larry stood up but he almost fell after he did a few steps, after all the wine he had drunk. "Well, Larry, what if I bring Peyton upstairs?" He asked and stood up. "Well, Lucas son. Thank you, that would be very handy for me." Peyton's eyes shot fire. She could have killed Lucas with her smouldering look. "Come on Peyton. Let me bring you upstairs." Taking Peyton by the arm.
"You can go now." She said when she took her pyjama. But Lucas didn't leave, he just stood there in her doorway, looking at her. "Lucas, you can go. I'm fine now." His blue eyes kept looking at the girl with the blond curls before him. "Thank you and goodbye Lucas. It was a nice evening, my dad had a lot of fun. But now it's late and you probably should be going." Finally Lucas turned around and walked out. The pressure and tension that had rested on Peyton's shoulders seemed slide off her, leaving her relieved. She began to take her clothes off. It all went well until she tried to get her pyjama pants on. "Damn." She whispered. She closed her eyes and lay back, gasping for some air. But suddenly she felt two warm hands on her hips, helping her into her pants. "Thank you daddy." She whispered, her eyes still closed. She wanted to kiss the one who helped her, but when she opened her eyes. Her look met with two blue eyes, two eyes she always recognized. "Lucas!"
"God. You scared me." He smiled, or rather, he smirked. "Well, you needed help so. That's not scary. Well, can you say thank you?" She gasped. "Lucas leave!" She brought out. "That's not the thank you I excepted." Lucas tried to hug Peyton but she pushed him away, he was drunk. But he tried again.
"What part of: LEAVE ME ALONE LUCAS SCOTT! You don't understand?" She yelled all of a sudden furious. "Well, since you don't get it!" Peyton pointed with one of her crutch to Lucas. "Leave stands for: get your fucking ass out of my bedroom. Me stands for, me Peyton Elizabeth Sawyer. Alone, represents ME by myself without no-one other around. Lucas is your first name if I remember clearly and Scott stands for the last name you inherited from that son of a bitch of your father called Dan!" Peyton chest moved fast up and down, her green eyes turned dark and her voice was sharp. Lucas watched her, saw how she fell into the darkness of her mind. But he wouldn't let it happen.
Lucas grabbed Peyton lightly by her shoulders and pushed her into the nearby wall. He pressed his full lips on hers, she opened her mouth a little in pure shock, Lucas slipped his eagerly tongue into her mouth. His hands slide from her cheeks down to her waist. Lucas pulled Peyton as close as possible to him. He deepened the kiss, but Peyton barely responded.
Slowly Peyton began to realize again what was happing. With all the strength she had in her tired, she pushed Lucas away from her.
"Lucas!" She yelled. "What are you doing?" They both stood there, Peyton leaning against the wall. Lucas just one step away from her. They both were gasping from what happened just seconds before. "Lucas leave." She whispered in a dark voice. He just stood there, breathing fast, looking at the blonde girl before him.
"Go away Lucas." She passed him by, but he grabbed her by her arm and pulled her close. In an attempt to try to kiss her again. "Lucas, stop it! You have not the right the mess with my head right now!" "What?" "Stop messing me up Lucas! You did that the last time when you were here, and now you're doing it again! My life is already complicated enough without you, and now you're making it worse to mess with my head! After what happened in the library, I was afraid to face Brooke or you, or anyone else. And after that other night, I can't look at Brooke and have the feeling that I need to throw up because I feel so guilty of sleeping with you!" She stopped talking for a few seconds to take a deep breath. "And now I want you to leave." He didn't move a muscle. "Just leave Lucas." And again Lucas tried to kiss Peyton. She left one of her crutches fall and slapped him in the face. "DAMN LUCAS! YOU'RE DRUNK, GET THE HELL OUT OF HERE!" She screamed furious. Lucas looked confused like a little child, his hand pressed on his painful cheek. "Get out Lucas." She whispered with a harsh voice. Suddenly Lucas wasn't drunk anymore, he was as sober as before he came here. "I'm sorry." He whispered. "I'm so sorry." Quickly he grabbed Peyton by her shoulders and pressed a kiss on her cheek. "I'm so sorry Peyton." He whispered and left her.
There she was standing in her room, tears in her green eyes. And she cried again. How many had she cried since the shooting? So many times, and almost every time she cried because of Lucas. She wanted to hate him so much, for everything he had done to her, but she couldn't. She still did love him.
But what was she going to do about that?