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WARNING! This chapter is Rated M!


Chapter 9


"So you never abused Miss Davis? Not in any form?" Detective Rutledge asked, his green eyes focused on Lucas, notepad in hand. His name badge sat proudly on his uniform.

Lucas was sat in the green guest chair of his hospital room, Peyton sitting on the arm of it, her armed wrapped around him. "No, sir. I've never harmed Brooke. Have you questioned her already?"

"Yes, Miss Davis has been questioned. She claims that you had been hurting her. However, when we asked her to come down to the station to photograph any physical evidence, none was found." Detective Rutledge knew either Lucas was telling the truth or Brooke's bruises had already healed. He had a gut feeling that Brooke was telling the truth, but he had to go with what evidence he had. And it wasn't much.

"Exactly. Lucas would never hurt Brooke," Peyton stated firmly as her arm around Lucas tightened. Lucas lifted his hand to his shoulder and rested on the top of hers.

"So what happened at the party?" Detective Rutledge asked.

Lucas sighed. "You see, sir.. Nathan has always been jealous of Brooke and I. The entire time I've dated Brooke, Nathan has had a crush on her. I've noticed Brooke and Nathan getting closer over the last month and I realized they were plotting against me. The story of abuse, announcing it to the entire party, Nathan assaulting me. All of it was one big plan. One big plan to ruin my reputation."

Detective Rutledge nodded. "I see. So you think this was all premeditated?"

"I really do. I hate to think my girlfriend and brother hate me this much, but I guess they do. I've never hurt anyone in my life. You have to believe me." Lucas said softly, trying to seem believable.

"I do, Mr. Scott."

"Brooke also had plans to ruin me... I cheated on her with her best friend, Peyton. She wanted to hurt me because I had hurt her. That's why she conjured up the story that I was abusing her.

Detective Rutledge nodded.

"One more thing... How can I go about pressing charges?"

Detective Rutledge's eyes went wide in surprise, "You're wanting to have your brother arrested?"

"Well yes. He schemed to ruin me. I want to ruin him." Lucas replied simply.

"If that's something you truly want to do, Mr. Scott, then yes. We'll have it taken care of."

"I want my brother arrested. As soon as possible."


"I know you previously spoke with Deputy Chris Black on the scene. Can you recount the events of the night of the party again for me?" Detective Rutledge asked.

"I've already told you. I had noticed bruises on Brooke and assumed Lucas had been hurting her. Finally, Brooke admitted it to the entire party. After she confessed, she left. I approached Lucas and he denied all of it. Called Brooke a whore and I snapped."

"We examined Miss Davis. There wasn't any evidence of abuse on her person. But you admit to the assault of your brother, Lucas Scott?" Detective Rutledge asked as he leaned forward, ready to wrap up the case.

"I need my lawyer. Am I allowed a phone call? I need to call my dad." Nathan responded, his forehead wrinkling in worry.

Detective Rutledge sat back in his chair and sighed. "Alright, Mr. Scott. If that's how it's going to be. It's going to be a long night."


Brooke sped home in Nathan's mustang, the tires squealing as she pulled the car into the driveway of the Scott home. She jumped out of the car and ran for the front door, but it opened as she reached for the doorknob.

"Oh my God! Dan! Nathan's been arrested! He needs our help!" Brooke panicked.

"We know, honey. We know. Why don't you go inside and make yourself some tea and relax? I promise this will be fixed. We've called our lawyer and he's meeting us at the police station. We will bring Nathan home." Karen said softly as she rubbed Brooke's shoulders in attempt to keep her calm.

"Okay, thanks Karen. Just... if you need anything, please let me know. I want Nathan to come home." Brooke replied. Karen nodded and jogged over to the car, Dan waiting for her with the car already running. As soon as she shut the door, the car was immediately backed down the driveway and took off so quickly it made the tires squeal.

Brooke sighed and made her way inside the Scott home. She sat her bag down and slumped to the floor, her back against the door. She hated this. She felt like it was all her fault. She should have never told anyone Lucas had been hurting her! She knew better. She was stronger than this. She could feel the heat of her tears forming in her eyes, threatening to spill over. Brooke pulled her knees to her chest and wrapped her arms around her legs. She couldn't fight the tears anymore. She finally let go and cried into her lap, her arms still clutching around her knees. Nathan had to come home. He just had to.

Brooke paced around the kitchen, watching the clock with every step. Her hands began to fidget and her stomach began to feel nauseous. 10:45. Dan and Karen still weren't home, so that had to be a good sign, right? Maybe they will let him come home? Brooke couldn't sleep, she couldn't even think. Her mind was on Nathan and how she could fix this.

An hour had passed by and Brooke sat at the kitchen counter reading a magazine to take her mind off things, but of course it didn't work. 11:45. Almost midnight. What the hell was taking so long?! Brooke's phone beeped, alerting her that she had received a text message. She immediately jumped up and opened the text.

If I know you as well as I think I do, you're probably still awake in worry. Go to bed, Brooke. Everything will be just fine. Get some rest. We'll see you in the morning. - Karen

Brooke smiled. Karen really did know her well. Karen was the closest thing to a real mother that she had. She wasn't sure which country Victoria was in now. She never had that special relationship between mother and daughter and always craved for it. She wanted a mother like Karen.

Brooke walked up the stairs and stood in front of the door to her bedroom. She stopped once she reached for the doorknob and turned her focus to the bedroom across the hall from her. Nathan's bedroom. She dropped her hand from turning the doorknob to her room, turned around and opened Nathan's instead. She was immediately greeted by the scent of Nathan. It was completely Nathan and it made her heart flutter. She sat down on the edge of his unmade bed and laid down across it, staring at the ceiling. His bed smelled like him and for that, she didn't want to leave. She felt safe here in his room.

She sat up and began looking around his room. She had been in there dozens of times since she moved in, but she never got to actually look around. She looked at all of the trophies that lined the bookshelf and ran her finger across the numerous medals he received over the years. She noticed a book that was sat behind one of the trophies, blending in so it wasn't easily seen. Curious, she grabbed it. She opened it and began flipping through the pages filled with Nathan's handwriting. But what she found in the middle of the book made her gasp. It was a picture of her. She remembered taking this picture. Leaned against the lockers. No cheerleading top, only Pom-Poms to cover her breasts. She smiled at the discovery.

January 13th

I don't usually keep journals. I've always thought they were pretty lame. But I don't really have anyone I can talk to. I just want something to be an outlet for my feelings and thoughts. Why do I feel this way about her? Why is she with him? What does she see in him? I'd give anything to run my fingers through her brown hair and look into those hazel eyes. She's never looked at me as more than a friend, and I know that. I can't say it doesn't hurt though. Why can't I have what he has? Why is this so fucking unfair?

Brooke swallowed back tears and slammed the book shut. Brown hair and hazel eyes. He had to have been writing about her. Why didn't she see it before? Why didn't she notice the way he felt about her? Brooke shut the journal softly and gently placed it back on the shelf where it belonged, hidden behind the trophies. She took one last look around the room before she shut the light off and closed the door behind her. She walked across the hall and entered her room to get ready for bed, although she knew sleep wouldn't come anytime soon.


Meanwhile...

After Nathan was arrested in the gym, they took him to the One Tree Hill Police Department and questioned and booked him. He told them the same story over and over again, the truth. They advised they didn't find any bruising on Brooke. Then they told him about Lucas' statement that lead to his arrest. At that point, Nathan leaned back in his chair in desperation. He told them he wanted to speak to his attorney immediately.

Nathan sat in the jail cell, his back pressed against the cold concrete wall. He sighed. His brother had done a lot of fucked up shit, but he never knew he'd go this far. Telling the police that him and Brooke conjured this story up to ruin his reputation? He just couldn't wrap his mind around it. He was only a junior in high school and he had been arrested. Granted, he did mess Lucas up pretty badly, but he had it coming. The scouts. College basketball. Nathan's stomach dropped. What would happen once they found out about this? Nathan closed his eyes and rested his head against the concrete wall behind him. He wondered what Brooke was doing now.

His attorney, Brad Jones, had shown up and was currently talking with the police. They allowed him and Nathan to speak privately for about 15 minutes and Nathan laid it all out on the table. Brad admitted to Nathan that it didn't look good for him because Lucas did have hard evidence, whereas Brooke did not. But he assured him that he would do everything he could.

"Nathan Scott?" A hefty police officer called from around the corner.

Nathan stood up and approached the iron bars, "Yes sir."

The officer began unlocking the cell door, "You've posted bail. You're free to go."

Nathan sighed in relief and followed the officer to retrieve his belongings before being reunited with his parents. Karen's face was full of worry and Dan's was full of sorrow.

Karen rushed to Nathan and pulled him into a hug, "Nathan! Are you alright?"

"I've been better," Nathan chuckled, trying to keep the mood light.

"We're sorry it took so long, son. The police were being very thorough and dragging their asses," Dan huffed.

"It's alright. I'm just glad you guys came to get me. How's Brooke?"

"She's at the house. She's worried. But she's gone to bed. You'll see her in the morning," Karen replied as she rubbed Nathan's shoulders before hugging him again.

"Brad said he's going to do everything he can to make sure your court date goes as smooth as possible. He said Lucas doesn't stand a chance," Dan informed Nathan.

Nathan nodded and his eyebrow wrinkled as he took a deep breath. "I'm still worried. I did put him in the hospital."

"It'll be alright, son. Let's get you home."


1:23. Brooke laid in bed staring at her alarm clock. Those big, ugly red numbers were taunting her. What was taking so long? She pulled out her phone to send a quick text to Karen, but she paused when she saw the light from a car's headlights entering her room through the window. Brooke smiled and jumped to look out the window. It was them. When she saw only Karen and Dan exit the vehicle, her stomach dropped. But then another car door opened and Nathan stepped out and relief filled her body. She quickly laid back down in her bed knowing that Karen would be checking up on her soon. She didn't want Karen scolding her for being up so late and she knew everyone must be exhausted. She would wait for everyone to settle down before she made her move.

It took about 20 minutes before the house went quiet again. She had been correct in thinking that Karen would open her bedroom door to check on her. Brooke pretended she was fast asleep until the door closed again. After 20 minutes of waiting, Brooke slipped out of bed and slowly made her way to her bedroom door, tiptoeing through the room. She gently closed the door and snuck to the door across the room. She wiped her hands on her night-dress from being sweaty. She was incredibly nervous and her palms were sweating. She prayed the door wouldn't creak, and to her luck, it didn't.

The room was dark. There was a fan going so it provided some noise into the bedroom. She made her way to his bed and slowly reached out for him.

"Nate?" She whispered.

"Hey gorgeous," Nathan whispered back and Brooke leapt into his arms, hugging him tightly.

"Are you okay?" Brooke whispered as tears pricked her eyes.

"I'm much better now," Nathan replied as he held her face in his hands and kissed her all over her face.

Brooke sighed and relaxed against him, "I was so worried about you. What happened?"

"Well. First off, I did get arrested and I'm being charged with assault. Second, I do have to attend court next month. My parents bailed me out."

"So you're a criminal? I kinda find that sexy," Brooke smirked at him, attempting to make him smile. It worked.

"Oh really now? Well do you know what I find sexy?" Nathan teased her.

Brooke decided to play along and smiled, "I have no idea, Mr. Scott. Please enlighten me."

Nathan sat up and pushed Brooke down onto the bed beneath him. The moonlight coming through the window cascaded upon her features and Nathan felt his heart clench. She was the most gorgeous creature he had ever laid eyes on.

He leaned down and caught Brooke's lips in a soft kiss. His lips softly brushed against hers and he began peppering kisses from her mouth to her shoulder. "You. It's always been you."

Brooke felt tears pricking the corners of her eyes again at the sound of his confession. "I don't know how I didn't see... I'm so sorry."

"I have you now. That's all that matters. And I'm never letting you go."

"Please don't." Brooke whispered back before she pressed her lips against his in a deeper kiss than before. She wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him even closer to her. He settled himself in between her legs and Brooke wrapped her legs around him. Nathan's hands pushed Brooke's night-dress up to her hips and caressed her thighs before cupping her ass, his lips never moving away from hers. Brooke could feel herself grow hotter by the second, and when she felt his excitement growing through his boxers, she was seeping.

Brooke attacked Nathan's neck as she ground her center against his erection.

"Brooke, baby." Nathan breathed out.

Brooke didn't respond. She kept grinding herself against him, her lips and tongue tasting his skin.

"Brooke," Nathan repeated and finally Brooke snapped her head to look him in the eyes.

"Not right now. Not here. Our first time was when we were drunk at a party. I want it to be different the next time." Nathan explained.

Brooke's eyes softened and she kissed him again. "But we are different, Nate. I love you."

Nathan's heart soared. "I love you, Brooke."

"Then show me."

Nathan looked down at her beautiful face, "Are you sure? Here with my parents down the hall?"

Brooke bit her lip and nodded. "I think that's what makes it hotter. The fact that we can be caught at any second."

"Fuck Brooke, you're going to be the death of me." Nathan growled softly as he grabbed her wrists and pinned her to the bed. Brooke jerked her hips forward to meet his and Nathan hissed in pleasure.

Nathan grabbed the hem of Brooke's night-dress and pulled it off her body. Brooke laid back down topless and Nathan had never seen anything more beautiful. Here she was. Brooke Davis. Laying in his bed, topless, and on display for him. Nathan looked her over and savored every inch of her body. He reached out and grabbed her left breast and ran his finger over her nipple, which caused Brooke's hips to jerk forward again.

Nathan steadies her hips as he presses her down into the bed. He trails his hands up and down Brooke's thighs and it has Brooke aching with need.

"Please Nathan," Brooke breathed out.

"Please what?" Nathan teases as he pulls her panties down her legs and tosses them to the side.

"Please.. I need you." Brooke whispered, her voice raspy and hoarse.

"Patience, baby." Nathan whispered as he swirled his tongue around her nipples, his teeth gently nipping at them. His hands slides down Brooke's stomach and caresses her thighs, inching closer and closer to her hot and ready cunt.

Nathan finally reaches her pussy and gently slides his hand across it. Brooke moans softly, her hips wiggling from the anticipation. Nathan slips a finger inside Brooke and it caused Brooke to gasp. He fucks her with his finger, starting with just his middle finger. Then it's his index finger. Then his ring finger. Any by then, he's completely stretching her and he leans his head down to flicker his tongue against her clit as he continues to fuck her with his fingers. Brooke jerks her hips to meet each thrust of his fingers.

"Please, Nathan, please," Brooke begged.

"What do you want baby?"

"You. Please fuck me."

That's all she had to say. Nathan stood up from the bed and got completely naked. And in one swift move, he was back on the bed and used his knees push her thighs apart. Using a condom never crossed their minds, both far too eager to feel each other. Brooke reached in between her legs and grabbed Nathan's cock. She pumped it in her hand a few times before guiding it towards her center. Nathan slide into her slowly, both groaning at the pleasure. Nathan kissed her forehead as he began to move faster.

Brooke bit at Nathan's lips. Groaned against his mouth. She rocked her hips along with his. He kept thrusting deeper and deeper and finally, Brooke couldn't hold on any longer. The coil that was wound tightly inside her broke loose and her body began spasming out of control. Nathan slowed his thrusts as Brooke rode out her orgasm, kissing her gently on the lips. She looked into his eyes and saw nothing but love. Once her orgasm had washed over her, she jerked her hips forward, urging him to continue. Nathan wrapped his arms tightly around Brooke and quickly picked up the pace of his thrusts before he too reached his orgasm. Brooke held her legs tightly around his waist as she willingly milked every ounce of cum he was willing to give her.

"Fuck, Brooke." He panted against her neck before he placed a soft kiss there. He gently rolled off of Brooke and collapsed beside her.

"That was amazing," Nathan breathed out.

"No wonder we made that damn sex tape," Brooke giggled as she cuddled into Nathan's side. Nathan wrapped his arm around her and pulled her closer, kissing the top of her head.

"Stay here with me. Don't go." Nathan whispered.

"I'll never leave you." They both knew that statement had a meaning that was deeper than the surface.


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