Rachel moaned when she felt drops of water being thrown at her face. Her eyes flickered open to find Jason standing over her smirking.
"What the-…" It took her awhile to realize she was still at his house from last night. She groaned, her neck searing in pain. Her neck had been bent in an awkward position on the couch, where she had passed out the night before.
"Time to go home," Jason teased, as he moved on to the next victim.
Rachel stumbled up to her feet, scanning the passed out drunk people to see if Brooke was still there.
When she didn't spot her, she rolled her eyes, of course Ms. Davis has three gorgeous hunks watching after her at all times, no one would leave her passed out at someone's party. Rachel thought, remembering last nights events, she passes out; Max Lucas and Nathan fight over who takes care of her. No one notices me.
Rachel staggers over a few people and clumsily makes her way out of the house. She rubs her throbbing head as she gets in her car. Rachel rests her head on the steering wheel, until the horn snaps her back up.
She drives home annoyed; Jason could've at least offered me some coffee or something.
She parked in the driveway, looking up at the house. She glanced down at her watch, it was already noon and Brooke's car was still in the driveway. Brooke always went out with Haley for breakfast on the weekend, so why was she still home?
Rachel unlocked her door, stepping into the house, "Brooke, you're late you know that right?" Rachel yelled up the stairs, "I know last nights party got out of hand but pregnant tutor girl is probably waiting for you," she joked.
Rachel frowned when she didn't get a respond, "Ok, I know you passed out early yesterday, and I also heard about the fight that went down between the guys, which by the way we still have to talk about, but you should really get up now,"
Rachel heard a faint moan.
"Brooke?" Rachel called out worried; she followed the noise to the living room.
"Brooke where are you? Brooke-…" Rachel gasped when she found Brooke on the ground twisting and turning helplessly, all taped up. She had a thin blanket thrown over her, but it was evident that she was naked under it.
"Oh my god Brooke," Rachel screamed, kneeling down to take off the tape that covered her whimpering mouth.
"Something tells me this wasn't just you get kinky," she whispered, peeling off the taped that covered her hands.
Brooke scrambled into Rachel's arms, crying violently, "Rach- … oh god," she sobbed between breaths. She was heaving in and out uncontrollably, not able to breath between sobs.
Rachel hugged her tightly, "Brooke, oh god what happened?" she asked gently.
It took Brooke awhile to steady her breath and slowly her sobs died down, "M-m…"
"Max?"
Brooke bit her bottom lip to keep it from trembling, as she nodded.
"He did this to you?"
Brooke nodded again, not bothering to wipe her tears.
"He was so horrible Rachel; he was so horrible to me." Brooke whimpered.
Rachel left the trembling Brooke for a bit to go open the blinds to let some light in to the dark room, when she turned back to Brooke, a gasp escaped her lips.
"He… he hit you?" she asked in horror.
Brooke's fingers hesitantly went up to her back eye, wincing as she touched it.
"Oh my god Brooke, did he rape you?" Rachel stated in disbelief, as she ran into the kitchen and grabbed a wet cloth.
Brooke was now leaning against the wall, the blanket wrapped around her tightly and her eyes dry.
Rachel kneeled down in front of her, wiping away the blood from the side of her lips, "I can't believe it! How could Max do that? Oh my god, I'm so sorry, I should've been here, I shouldn't have taken you to the party, should I call someone-…"
"Rachel, don't do anything please. I'm going to go clean myself up and take a bath. Don't do anything until I come down and talk to you, okay?" she begged.
Rachel's heart went out the pitiful Brooke in front of her. She had never seen her like that; she seemed so small and vulnerable. Rachel didn't know what to do. Should she call someone else, or just wait like Brooke told her too. Finally, Brooke's watery eyes made her nod hesitantly, "I'll make you some coffee," she whispered gently.
Brooke dragged herself up the stairs, and walked into the room. The images wouldn't leave her mind. She could still feel his hands over her, his voice in her ears, and she could still see his eyes. The disgusting lust the filled his eyes, and the anger when she resisted, it haunted her to her core.
Brooke let the blanket fall around her feet, as she stepped into the shower. Her eyes watered again, remembering his harsh whispers.
"This would've been so much easier if you weren't such a little bitch. If you would've just been more cooperative, you wouldn't be all tied up, and would've really enjoyed this. But knowing you, this is probably your fantasy, being all tied up while I do whatever I want to you."
Brooke shut her eyes tightly, trying to stop the tears.
"You think I'm going to leave without getting my times worth,"
She turned on the shower, letting the water clean her body. She felt so dirty, like there was dirt all over her body. She could feel his hands and lips all over her. Brooke tilted her face up to the water, letting it hit her face straight on.
"Mine and Peyton's relationship isn't only about sex, that's not all I want from her, but that is all Max wants from you"
Brooke felt another sob escape her lips, as she rubbed at her arms, trying to take away all the dirt that she felt covered her.
"Please don't get involved with Max just to get at me. I really have a bad feeling about the guy, and I don't want you to be with someone like him,"
Brooke rubbed the tears away from her eye, lathering soap all over her body.
"I've heard all about you Brooke Davis, the slut of Tree Hill, her mouth and legs open 24/7."
"I know it sounds like a horrible thing to say, but I know his type, and he only wants to get in your pants."
Brooke cried out, violently trying to clean her body. She couldn't wash away the feeling of him over her. There were bruises all over her body, bruises of his hands roughly attacking her.
"Go to Brooke Davis's place when you feel horny, that's what everyone has to say about your spoiled ass. So I go for you, and of course being Brooke Davis, you start flirting with me the second I notice you."
"You're so hurt by Peyton and me that you would really go out with someone to get back at me,"
Brooke wrapped her arms around her bruised body, breaking down to the ground. She crouched on the ground, her tears mixing with the water. The water harshly attacked her bruised back, but the pain she felt inside was nothing compared to her physical pains.
"There's something about him that seems off, I don't want you to rush into things, please just listen to me,"
"You came around in itsy-bitsy clothes, got me turned on with words and actions, and even played hard to get to keep me interested."
"I saw what you were doing before, and honestly Brooke, stop before it goes too far."
"Plus, you did give the impression that you wanted it, how much could a guy really take? Your flirting and teasing would've driven me insane!"
"No…" Brooke cried out helplessly.
She clutched her head, trying to will away the images of Max over her. She screamed out, letting out all the screams that had been muffled. She yelled out heartily, "Don't touch me! Let go of me!" she screamed, crying into her hands.
Brooke cried out angrily. She let out all her sobs until she couldn't breathe. She cried between huge gasps, resting her head against the wall beside her.
Brooke cried into the water that poured down on her.
Nothing seemed to help. Brooke cried screamed and yelled until she had no tears left…
A/n r&r
