Summary: Single mother with six kids whose ex-husband is her best friend. Yeah, cause that's exactly would sound great on a dating website.
Disclaimer: I only own the kids, but even that isn't enough for me. The title comes from a Carrie Underwood song by the same name.
Now for this chapter you are all going to kill me, like murder the worst way possible. I have a plan just remember that! So please don't start a search part to murder me. Just enjoy and tell me what you think!
Cupid's Got A Shotgun
Chapter Ten
"If you want to talk, talk then Brooke because I don't know how much more of this shit I can take."
"I think I want another chance, another chance at us."
Lucas took a deep breath and let it all the way out before responding, "and now you say this?" If this happened before the latest fight he may have been happy but now he was just second-guessing everything she tells him because of how many times she changes her mind.
Brooke stared at him, hoping for the response she desperately wanted and needed. "I had a lot to think over." It came out weak and not as strong as she hoped for. After her conversation with Rachel she thought long and hard. There had to be reasons besides hatred that she was getting so angry and frustrated with everything Lucas did. Over the conversation it all became clear.
"I'm tired of this, really am, Brooke."
"Tired of what?" Brooke played with her hands nervously.
"You, us, I'm not exactly sure. All I am sure about is there probably will never be another "us" because of the shit we put each other through. I waited around for you, Brooke, but I'm tired of it. I'm not doing it. Now I think it's best if you leave. I'll drop off the kids tonight."
"Luke," She looked like a hand just slapped her in the face. Brooke bit her lip, a habit she picked up whenever she was nervous or angry and pushed through the nerves and did the one thing she wanted to do the most since the night before. She kissed him, with enough passion that would consume their twelve-year marriage. "Tell me that meant nothing.
"I'm serious," Lucas turned leaving her standing in the driveway stunned.
"Dad are you out of your mind?" Emmeline and Patrick said at the same time standing in front of the doorway.
"This has nothing to do with the two of you." He warned in a tone that meant cut it out.
Emmeline being the oldest daughter of Brooke Davis didn't back down. "No dad, this has so much to do with all of us, not just the two of you."
"Please explain it to me then." He gave them the floor to speak their mind. It was one thing Brooke and Lucas always did. If their kids felt strongly about something then the parents gave them space to speak their minds. "Even if this is an adult situation."
"Nothing adult about this. You both are acting like Em's friends when they see hot guys." Patrick rolled his eyes. "Not a smart thing. They're a bunch of idiots usually."
"Hey! Those are my friends you incompetent jerk." Em pouted.
"You know the word incompetent?"
"I do take AP English, thank you very much." Em turned and ignored her dimwitted younger brother. "Dad, mom kissed you and you walked away."
"I mean seriously, Dad. Even I agree with Em and that never happens. I know when a girl kisses you, you continue kissing." Patrick even let out a laugh. "Who knows it may lead to something more, if you know what I mean."
"Patrick, you shouldn't even know what that means." Lucas shook his head, "What in the world are you learning in school?"
Em rolls her eyes in a fashion just like her mother and huffs, "So not the point right now. You and mom need to work whatever it is out or else, I'm not sure the consequences yet but there would be some!"
"I'll take your thoughts in to consideration but in reality it doesn't matter. This is an adult issue, nothing involving you two."
"It involves us more than you think it does."
"Enough, I said." Lucas calmly stated. "Go upstairs for a little, both of you."
"Dad, you just broke guy code 1- never let a girl walk away." Patrick walked away shaking his head. "So stupid."
"Patrick, I may be getting older but when you mumble I can still hear you." Lucas warned.
The silence when both kids joined him upstairs brought a load of guilt to him, guilt of making the wrong choice and guilt of picking the right choice and hurting Brooke. At the moment he had too many thoughts going through his head to comprehend anything.
"Daddy?" Gwendolyn creped down the wooden staircase, quietly like a mouse, something the youngest female Scott is not.
"Yeah, Baby?" He looked up and noticed the sadness in her eyes and that hurt much worse than anything he could possibly imagine.
"You got your mean face on." Gwendolyn feet padded against the wooden floor, making her way over to Lucas. "Mommy always says you get the face then you get wrinkles. Wrinkles means your old and old people die. Daddy I don't want you to die."
"Gwenie, I'm not that old." Lucas protectively wrapped his arms around her, hugging her quickly into his chest; she latched on like her life depended on it, holding on tightly. "I'm not dying anytime soon, I hope."
"So you may actually die?"
Lucas sighed before answering, "No, I'm not going to die. I promise you that."
After the silence where Lucas was praying for some reason that Gwen fell asleep, but instead Gwen spoke up, "Daddy why'd you make Mommy sad?"
"Mommy's not sad."
"She cries at night, Daddy! I hear her! Make her happy again! Please!"
"Baby Girl, it's not that easy to make your mommy happy."
Gwen rolled her blue eyes at her father and shook her head disagreeing with that statement. "When I sad mommy and you make it better. Make it better for mommy! Kiss her cuts and move home!"
Lucas doesn't know why all the sudden the kids want them back together again. He thought they were content with how they now have two homes; two homes filled with enough love to make it better. "You know this is my home, Gwenie. I am home."
"Not-uh. Home is at mommy's!" Gwen was getting angry. "Come home daddy!" She was crying more than before and her tiny hands were hitting his chest. "It's all your fault!"
"This is all your fault Lucas." Brooke hissed slamming her car door shut.
"I didn't plan any of this, Brooke. You need to understand that."
"Didn't plan any of this? You missed our family vacation to go on a book tour. The make up vacation you promised me was cut short because you have to get back to the office. Tell me how you didn't plan any of this?" Brooke stormed into the house. The neighbors have enough of their fights in the past couple of months to know that something was going south in the family.
"I didn't know they'd want me back so quickly, Brooke. Please understand this."
"Why don't you tell them that I'm sorry, I can't come right now? I'm on vacation for the first time with my family who is always put on the back burner because of this stupid book that I hope will fail."
"Because Brooke," He sighed running his fingers through his hair. "For once, in almost ten years, a book of mine is being published again."
"A book that I haven't even read and never want to read. That book is the reason of this mess."
"The book is about us, this, everything. I put my heart into that book for you." He stormed into his office, "Read the fucking thing and find out for yourself!" He threw the paper print out of the book. "Then talk to me. I need to go." He left the house as quickly as they entered it leaving Brooke in an angry fit of tears.
Brooke took her anger and turned it into something. She sent a quick text to Lucas letting him know how she felt. 'Don't bother ever coming home. I'm done.'
Two minutes later, her phone rang and she completely ignored it and turned off her phone. She was thankful that her kids were gone till the end of the week. Three days was enough time to get all Lucas's stuff together.
"Baby,"
"You never care." Gwen screamed jumping off Lucas's lap and she sprinted up the stairs to the girls bedroom.
"Maybe it is my fault." He didn't chase after her. Em would take care of it; her anger would be taken out on him if he allowed it.
-XO-OTH-XO-
"Haley, it's all my fault." Brooke cried out in a heap of tears. "I thought finally deciding what I wanted and telling him that, would do something- anything to him!"
"Brooke," Haley sighed wrapping her arms around her. When she received the phone call form Brooke, Haley dropped everything and got here as fast as possible. "Maybe he was just shocked."
"No Hales, he said no to me. No. N-O."
"Give him time?" Haley offered a piece of advice. "He may be in shock? I don't know, Tig, but it will get better."
"I can't believe I broke up with Julian for him and nothing happened."
"Brooke don't use Julian as an excuse. He's moving across the country and no you are not moving with him." Haley rolled her eyes. "You two need to figure this mess out."
"I tried Hales, nothing happened." Brooke sighed.
"Where is the Brooke Davis I know? The one that would fight for what she wants no matter what happens?"
"The girl got her heart broken again and again by the same guy."
"Yeah well it's time to move on from that. Love hurts, a lot, but take that pain and turn it into some drive to get him back. Get your family back, Brooke."
"What in the world is all this?" Lucas stormed into the house the day after the blowup. "Why is my stuff in boxes and trash bags?"
"I told you I was done. You should be thanking me I didn't burn it." Brooke hissed. "You don't belong here anymore."
"This is still my house." He threw right back at her.
"Not anymore. You're not welcomed here anymore. Please leave." She opened the door for him. "Take your shit and leave."
"I'm not leaving, Brooke. Hell, we need to discuss this all."
"Now is not the time to. Instead of not going to see your precious little editor, you should have wanted to deal with the falling apart of the family. I meant what I said. I'm done. I can't do this Lucas. I cant and won't. Its not fair to me or the kids."
"Did you even read it?" Lucas asked. "Did you even read my book?"
"No because that book is the reason we are done. The reason our kids are going to have two homes. Our kids are from a broken family, thanks to you, Lucas. So No I did not read that stupid fucking book."
"Not everything is on me."
"You didn't come on our family vacation because your editor wanted a book tour. You left our vacation early to go see your editor."
"Mommy!" Rosalie came running into the house, silencing the parents completely. "You're home!"
"Sorry," Haley rushed in apologetically. "She saw the cars and threw a fit till I decided to stop."
"It's okay, Hales." Brooke faked a smile lifting the six-year-old into her arms.
"Daddy! You home for once!" Rosalie stated jumping to Lucas's arms.
"See what I mean?" Brooke stated.
"And with that, Rosie, come on. We're going to miss the movie and Uncle Nathan may eat all the popcorn if we don't head out now." Haley quickly exited as fast as they entered the house.
"I'm not giving up that easily. I'm refusing to leave. This is my house just as much it is yours. I'll change for you, Brooke. Just watch me." Lucas stormed off into his office.
"I don't think I have that anymore."
"Brooke, he loves you, he admitted that to me. Just let him process everything, okay?" Haley hugged Brooke tightly. "It will all work out."
"Dad just leave us alone!" Em screamed walking into the house with the rest of the kids following behind her.
"Come on it's not like that." Lucas yelled after that.
"It's exactly like that!" Rosalie screamed.
"I didn't say yes to it and I didn't say no either!" Lucas sighed.
"Can someone please explain what's going on?" Brooke looked at the mess of her kids screaming at their father on the steps.
"Tell her dad," Sullivan spoke up.
That was when Brooke realized something was up. Sullivan, when with his father now, usually stays silent, only speaking few words when directed at. "Lucas what happened?"
"Brooke... Please, let me explain everything."
"He couldn't keep it in his pants and knocked up his editor mom. No wonder he went to New York all the time." Sullivan spoke with such hatred and venom.
"That is not what happened at all."
"There's a picture of you and this editor. You're holding a baby dad! One that's not any of us!" Em screamed.
"I think I'm going to be sick." Brooke's face went pale before her everything went black.