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I listened to the song of the chapter while writing this. The lyrics just screamed Brooke at the moment so I advise you that it is great song and you should listen to it! It really makes me think Brooke. The chorus really showed Brooke though in this chapter so I hope you guys like it!
Chapter 8: Get it Right
What can you do when your good isn't good enough?
When all that you touch tumbles down?
'Cause my best intentions keep making a mess of things
I just wanna fix it somehow
-Glee
Brooke quietly made her way into the class she had been dreading. That one class that she sat next to Lucas in. Yesterday was the first day in a while they had actually had a conversation and as always it ended in a fight. She didn't miss it that was for sure.
She quickly slid into her seat and saw people pulling out their syllabus. She cursed under her breath as she quickly pulled hers out and forged Fiona's signature. She did it with practiced perfection and was finished in seconds when Lucas walked in with his head down. He slumped down in his seat not looking at her and Brooke sat with her back stiff as a board as she waited for the class to start.
She played nervously with the cuffs of her sweatshirt when the teacher walked in and started quickly writing on the board. She started asking questions about what the students had learned so far and Brooke would nod and shake her head when she knew it was needed. She knew much of what the teacher had questioned them on saying as she mostly would stay in and read. Literature was her favorite thing anyway.
The hour went by slowly and when the bell rang Brooke quickly jumped up with her stuff so Lucas had no chance to try in and talk to her. She wasn't even halfway down the hall before she felt someone grab her arm and pull her down a hallway that had no one down it.
"What?" She growled wanting to get to her History class on time.
"I'm sorry"
"Whatever, I don't really care. I need to go, and stop talking to me." She kept her arms crossed looking around hoping no one saw her with him. She didn't know why her anxiety level went up around him and hated people seeing him interacting with him. People would start saying things like they used to. God, she hated people sometimes.
"Why?"
"Because you never talk to me. I don't know what you are doing but please, just leave me alone"
"No" He said annoyed.
"You've had ten years to get to know me. It's too late. You're too late" She tried to get by him and he pushed her back.
"Too late for what?"
"Too late for me. You can't just come in one day wanting to get to know me, that isn't how this works"
"It's not my fault you refused-"
Brooke cut him off with a glare. "Don't. I didn't refuse anything. You refused. I tried to get to know you-"
"Really? You tried to get to know me? I can tell from the rushing out of the room when I walk getting to know"
"I'm not arguing you on this. I have to go, leave me alone"
She quickly shuffled away to History and Lucas leaned his head against the wall before pushing away angrily making his way to his next class.
He wondered why he ever tried to help her. She was so stubborn and would never let him know anything that he already knew. She closed herself off from everyone. He was stupid to ever think that he could ever get her to let him in. He didn't even know why he wanted to save her. He didn't know why when he hears her name his chest clenches at the thought of her being in pain. He didn't know why when he saw her hands he wanted to hold him and make her know that he will help her. He didn't know why he cared so much or why it came on so quick. He wanted it to go away, but he knew that he was in. He was in deep with Brooke Davis and even if she didn't know it, he did and he didn't think he could let her go yet.
Lucas had just left school and was trying to get Brooke off his mind with basketball. He hadn't even text her today because he didn't want to know anymore. He didn't want to hear the gruesome details and he just wanted to not think about her for a few hours. Of course Ian Kellerman didn't want to help him.
"You think Brooke's a virgin?" Ian asked as Lucas drove towards the River Court with Mouth in the passenger seat.
"What is your obsession with Brooke all of a sudden?" Mouth questioned as Lucas tightened his grip on the steering wheel.
"Cause she's Rachel's friend. Rachel's best friend"
"You ever realize the one girl you actually want for more than a night can't stand you?" Mouth teased and Ian groaned.
"Yes, I know. Seriously though, you think she is?" Ian leaned in his seat looking between Mouth and Lucas who both stared straight ahead.
"I don't know, man. Brooke isn't one flaunt her personal business" Lucas told him.
"Well let's ask." Ian snatched Peyton's phone from the cup holder. Peyton had left it in the car when she got home and the boys didn't even notice until Ian made the comment.
"Kellerman… you remember last time you did that?" Lucas asked angrily. It was joke the first time but now he didn't want Ian messing with Brooke.
"Calm down… I just want to know"
"She isn't" Lucas snapped and Ian got a confused a look on his face.
"How do you know?"
"She's my sister best friend. You hear things. Things you do not want to hear" Lucas cringed at the thought of the conversations Peyton's friends have.
"Then let's see how many" Lucas reached back to grab the phone but Ian was way ahead of him and slid to the far side of the car where Lucas couldn't reach him.
"Ian, just leave her alone" Lucas snapped.
"I just want to know. She will never find out"
'You know how many Peyt' Ian looked stumped at the phone not telling the two in the front the answer so he text back quickly.
'But I thought…' Ian was proud of himself. He could an answer out of that.
"Ian, please. Leave her alone" Lucas angrily begged.
Ian ignored Lucas looking at the phone surprised. "Wow…" Ian had respect for Brooke Davis in that moment.
"What?" Lucas asked nervously.
"One" Ian said looking up from the phone. "Just one"
"Wait… one?" Mouth asked.
"Yeah. Who do you think it was? You think it was one of the guys? It's not Nathan because of Haley. Sure as hell isn't me. Clay, no, Chase, no, Mouth?" He looked at Mouth who shook his head. He only looked at Brooke Davis as a little sister, "Skills, no, Lucas, no… well I don't know Luke. You're the only one that doesn't really do girlfriends…so?" Ian looked up at his friend who wouldn't answer.
"It's not me" Lucas said and Mouth cut his eyes over at him wondering why he was so annoyed at the conversation.
"Really? Cause you two totally have that sexual tension, take me on the counter, thing going on. Then again… you guys have been that way since we were like ten" Ian informed cringing.
"We never even speak. How the hell would you ever think that?" Lucas asked trying to not get annoyed. "You weren't even here when we ten" He added as an afterthought.
"Exactly! There is a reason you guys never speak. I wasn't here but Mouth was. Mouth, don't you agree with me?" Ian tapped Mouth.
"I'm not getting into this" Mouth mumbled.
"We are going to say you agree. Lucas, I would not get into that with her" Ian told him honestly.
"What?" Lucas looked in his rearview mirror as he pulled in.
"Brooke Davis, is a scary girl. She doesn't seem to care for most, especially you. She also seems to have some baggage, I wouldn't even try." Ian shrugged jumping out of the car and Lucas looked at the steering wheel.
"You like her don't you?" Mouth asked.
"Seems kind of elementary… liking someone." Lucas told him wishing everyone would leave him alone with the whole Brooke thing.
"So are you elementary?"
Lucas paused before answering. Thinking about the raven haired beauty. "No, man. Brooke Davis doesn't do it for me"
Mouth shook his head getting out of the car leaving Lucas to his thoughts. He grabbed the phone looking at the text before responding. 'Good to know, so how was your day?'
Maybe he was okay with talking to her a little bit longer.
"Brooke? Are you even listening?" Fiona asked with a super villain tone.
"Yes" Brooke said as she pushed the eggs around in a pan.
"Obviously you aren't. You are still eating that disgusting junk you call food. I'm telling you Brooklyn every day, you don't want to be eating all that grease. No daughter of mine will be overweight and I'm-"
"I'm not you daughter" Brooke whispered knowing Fiona didn't hear her as she continued to degrade Brooke.
"To be honest, you could lose a few pounds. Then again you'd never know since you simply wear bags as clothes" Fiona pulled on her jacket flipping her bleached hair off her shoulder, "I'm going out, don't wait up and don't eat anymore junk food"
Once she heard the door close she looked down at the burning food in the pan. She took a deep breath, tossed it in the trash and cleaned up her mess before picking up her book and laying in the living room.
Soon Jake came in telling her that he was going to be staying at Clays because Clay had been a mess since the break up and he needed some guy time. Brooke forced a smile as she watched his retreating back. Fiona was always sober enough to not to do it when Jake was home. Brooke braced herself for the night she knew was coming.
She came in at one. Brooke had fallen asleep on the couch and was awoken from the shouts Fiona was making. "What the hell is this?"
Brooke lifted her head slowly still tired and her eyes grew wide at the sight of Fiona. She looked at what Fiona was so angry about to see that the stove was messy from when Brooke had cooked earlier. She cursed under her breath. Fiona became an OCD bitch when she drank and would find the smallest things Brooke did wrong just so she had a reason to scream at Brooke a little more.
"I'm sorry, Fiona" Brooke sighed going to clean the stove when Fiona pulled her back with death grip on her arm. Brooke yelped from the unexpected pain. She happened to grab the spot where Fiona's shoe had dug deep into Brooke's skin.
"It's too late now, Brooklyn" She said Brooke's name as though it held some disease. As saying it the world would end. If you were asking Alex, she would say she said like you were speaking of He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named, a villain who disgusts everyone.
Brooke felt empty when Fiona threw her against the table. Brooke didn't understand why she was given this pain. She didn't understand why Fiona hated her so much. It wasn't like Brooke was an awful step daughter. She has been part of Fiona's family pretty much her whole life. She didn't understand why everything had to change.
"I never liked your name. That slut of a mother thought it was perfect for you. Victoria thought you were so perfect. Victoria had the perfect life" She spoke Brooke's mothers name much like she did with Brooke. With every sentence she threw Brooke into something. Every time she said Victoria she pulled Brooke's hair and punched her in the stomach.
Fiona had never mentioned Brooke's mother. It was something unspoken to the family. "Victoria was prom queen" another punch, "Victoria was dating Sheriff's son." Another pull, "Victoria was smart" She was pushing Brooke towards the stove, "Victoria wasbeautiful" another push, "Victoria had Richard" Brooke put her hands on the stove to brace herself and came in touch with a scorching heat radiating through her hand. Fiona must have turned the stove on without Brooke knowing. Brooke pulled away as quickly as could trying not to scream at the pain and fell to the ground. Fiona stepped on Brooke's burnt hand causing Brooke to bite her lips. Screaming gave Fiona satisfaction. She wasn't going to give Fiona satisfaction.
Fiona spit on Brooke's face. "Then again, in the end Victoria got what she deserved. And I got Richard. So I win. And she left me you. A pure copy of her, now I can take all the hate I felt for her on you. Damn, that feels good"
Fiona stumbled to her room leaving a battered Brooke behind. Brook cradled her hand and went to the sink. She turned on the water and put her hand under it. She took a towel and put in her mouth to bite down when the pain got bad.
It made sense now. The reasons for being hated. She hated Victoria. Brooke's amazing mother who died way too young. Brooke was young, only five when Victoria died of cancer. Brooke didn't remember much of her but she remembered enough. Her mother was beautiful, he mother was kind. Her mother was everything Fiona isn't. And when Fiona was drunk that was all she saw, Victoria. Victoria having everything Fiona always wanted. At that moment Brooke wanted her mom more than she ever had; her mother would protect her from this vile woman. Brooke knew that if wishing her parents were alive she would be losing everyone else. She would lose Jake, she would lose all her friends because the only reason they moved here was because Fiona and her dad got married.
She was torn. She didn't know what she wanted. Did she want her parents? Or did she want her family? Those two things now were completely different. As Brooke cleaned her burns, put medicine on it and wrapped it tightly with a bandage, she knew she couldn't live without the people she called family. As awful as it sounded she could live without her parents, she had done it for a while now.
She couldn't wake up every morning knowing Jake wouldn't be there telling her breakfast was ready.
She couldn't go to school knowing Peyton's locker wouldn't be beside hers anymore.
She couldn't be excited about all things Harry Potter knowing she wouldn't be able to tell Alex.
She couldn't watch baseball and sadly not think of Ian Kellerman not being able to accomplish his dream.
She couldn't see a camera and not think of Quinn not going cross country with her talent.
She couldn't see a basketball without thinking how she'd never see her favorite boys never play, or never get to see Nathan go pro.
She can't wake up knowing that she wasn't going to have Bevin calling her telling her about her day with Skills.
She couldn't see red without thinking of her favorite auburn haired best friend, Rachel and never fighting with her anymore.
She couldn't watch ESPN because she would be upset Clay wasn't a sports caster or an agent.
She couldn't watch the news without missing Mouth.
She couldn't watch a valedictorian speech because she would only think Haley deserved it more.
She couldn't see an airplane without thinking how she would never hear Chase rambling about all the types of makes.
And even though she would never admit it anyone, she knew deep down she couldn't take walking into Literature class knowing Lucas Scott wasn't going to be behind her.
It was then she realized it. She couldn't get through Fiona without the thought of having her family picking her up. She realized that she would get through this. She realized she can't do anything without her family. She realized she had a family. One that loved her and didn't care if she was a complete mess. She realized she was stronger than Fiona.
She had already lost one family, and she could get through a few more nights with Fiona because she refused to have this one taken away from her.
So you get a little more insight on Fiona. Her name is so fairy tale evil. Alrighty, in this chapter we had more Brucas, more beating, more Ian starting things. He really needs to stop that.
Mouth as always is the voice of reason… I lub him.
I will be going on vacation next week and so I will try my vary hardest to get a chapter up before I leave!
Okay, so review and let me know what you think!... I am not forcing you though because that is bad and Loo don't do that. Okay now I'm done. Review if you want to… it is just a suggestion no commanding or forcing.
