Summary: Julian is about to lose his job after the company he works for is combining with another. His boss, Lucas, always flirted with his wife, Brooke. What happens when Julian pushes Brooke to sleep with Lucas to keep his job?

Disclaimer: I own nothing but the little boys. Everything else is owned by One Tree Hill. The title is from a Fall Out Boy song!

I hope everyone had a safe and merry Christmas or happy holidays. I wanted to get you all an update. I didn't realize how busy break would be. I have some ideas for a new story but those are written down and put on hold till I finish this one up. I'm going to work on one story at a time from now one. I do have a one-shot in the works that will be called "Night That I'll Never Forget". It is basically the prequel to my past one-shot on how they got to were they were.

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Hope everyone has a happy and safe New Years! Hello 2015!

Sugar, We're Going Down Swinging
Chapter Eleven
Julian's Point-of-View

Just like that, one lousy snap of a finger, my life is over with.

No more wife, no more job and probably no more kids, which I defend that I will fight tooth and nail for those boys. I may not show it but I'd do anything for Grant and William, anything.

Brooke, my sweet innocent Brooke, why'd I let her get caught up in this mess? This stupid drama that would not have happened if she kept her legs closed after the first time. Right now I'm doubting everything I said would be okay.

I lost my job, my wife, and my boys because of this stupid no good Lucas fucker Scott.

Lucas the wife-fucker Scott was on my dead list. Ever since he saw Brooke, he has wanted her. I gave one time permission and look what happened. He couldn't fucking have enough. More, more, more and yet some more, and Brooke gave in.

He has been waiting for the perfect moment to fire me. I've seen it, from the looks to the rumor mill. I was next. Dan Scott hated me, Lucas Scott despised me and yet wanted my wife and my kids. He wanted my fucking family.

I fought hard. I did everything I was told to do. Stupid fucking work that everyone underneath me usually accomplished. I learned it because he said with the layoffs this will happen. Happen my ass.

Everything I did was done wrong- supposedly- or I didn't do the right thing he told me to do. So I turned red in the face and yelled loudly. People outside the fucker's office probably heard but I did not give a flying fuck.

I was done.

I remember screaming, "Is this what you fucking want? For me to mess up, for you to take everything that was mine in the first place? My wife and now my job?" Of course there was other explicit words thrown in there and other comments but whatever. His loss.

I screamed, threatening him and Brooke but then I was escorted to my office and told I had twenty minutes to grab everything and get the hell off the property because I was done working for them.

Fired, laid off or whatever word you want to call it. It happened and I was fuming.

This was Brooke's doing, once again, and she was going to pay.

When I showed up this afternoon at home, I could tell something was going on in Brooke's pretty little mind. She won't admit it, but I knew it. I knew she was nothing but a slut after the first time.

A women is sent to please a man, it's the way of the land, instead, Brooke is pleasing my ex-boss and there was nothing I could possibly do.

So I drank. I raided the pantry at work to where the booze left over from office parties were being held. It was the least they could offer, some lousy bottle of cheap vodka for the almost eight years I've worked here.

I deserved it.

I pulled up into the school, completely sober still, and pulled Grant out immediately. He didn't need to be there. My mother coming into town was more important than that stupid school that he loves so fucking much.

"Daddy, why are you here?" He asked me with his big eyes and out of control hair. His cheeks were rosy from the cold stark air that is rolling in off the sea and, just like I do, his jacket is in his arms claiming he's uncomfortable in it.

I drove in silence, and then drank as he played at the park down the block, that stupid park which this stupid development fought for. I didn't see the point. I was going to make sure my boys had the best play-set on the block with whatever they wanted to have, but Brooke decided this one would be better.

Fucking idiot wife of mine.

I remember blacking out almost. The pain was in my hand from almost as if I was squeezing something to hard but I don't remember what exactly.

Was it too much vodka or was it anger that caused me to completely forget, I wasn't sure. What I did know was something happened. Especially when my mom woke me up from where I was parked, across from that stupid park passed out smelling of booze.

"Did you talk sense into that lady of yours or do I need to intercept this and help?"

My mother, the one woman that I looked up to with how to treat a lady, especially my wife was staring at me with a look I remember from childhood. "By the looks of you, I'm think it's time for Mommy to help you out."

"I don't need anyone's help, mother." I stared, finally standing up for myself. I gave into her constantly. Always being the one to make sure she had everything she needed and that I could give her. What she wanted from the boys, or me she got because we were her blood, are her blood and that will never change.

"Then, Julian Darling, why are you parked a block from your house, passed out with a bottle of cheap vodka? Explain." She stared some more.

If looks could kill, I may be dead.

"It doesn't matter." I turned the car on and sighed. "I'll meet you at the house. Everyone should be there."

"I drove by there first and Brooke was there, hugging some man. Is he the problem in this mess? Do I need to speak with him?"

"I can handle it."

"Some times problems get to the point were you need to ask for help, and that is okay. Perfectly okay if you ask me, after all it is what mommy's are for."

She talked to me like I was a child, incapable of handling anything alone. Well news flash mother, I'm perfectly capable of doing whatever I need to accomplish. I can handle anything.

"No, I can handle this. I'm not a child, I can handle my own problems."

"I was just trying to help." She was taken back by the harshness in my voice.

I don't remember a time were I ever stood up to my mother but damn it felt good.

"Well then, I have an event tonight but tomorrow I expect the boys and you to arrive waiting for me for lunch and a fun filled day on the pier." She spoke calmly this time, "I'll see you then."

I had to get home.

It was sinking in. He was at my house. He! Lucas Fucking Scott was at my house.

Brooke was so going to get it.

But no one was home when I pulled up. No one. The driveway was empty, all except a stuffed animal bear that I've seen multiple times. William's teddy bear.

I tried getting Brooke to get rid of it, but she said he'll stop sleeping it when he's ready. She used examples of Grant's blanket. But the blanket was manlier that a stuffed bear.

"Where the hell are they?" I mumbled under my breath, storming into the house.

In my gut I knew they wouldn't be there. After what I think happened, and the bastered being here I knew he took them.

There was going to be hell to pay.

I took two steps at a time, practically running up them. First stop, Grant's room. His favorite toys, pillow, blanket, and half his closet- the half that consited of school uniform- were gone. Next stop, William's. his stuffed toy of that stupid car was missing, and also his clothes.

I didn't bother checking the bedroom, I knew her stuff would be missing too.

There was going to be hell. Pure fucking hell when I get my hands on him.

-XO-OTH-XO-

"Brooke you better answer this fucking phone right now! Bring my boys back now! You can go rot in hell for all I care but those are my boys!" I hung up and threw the phone on the couch.

I tried calling everyone I know that she knew. No one has seen her or the boys since this morning.

I wanted to call Dan Scott myself and tell him what a home wrecker his son is but that wouldn't help me when I start to find another job.

I did the next best thing.

Calling the cops.

I'll report that Brooke stole the kids and just took off with them to prevent me from gaining custody. She'll have to give them back.

I'll file for full custody with supervised visitation so Brooke would never have the ability to be alone with them. Who knows what she will fill their sponge like minds with. I needed to prevent anything I could.

I knew people and those people are ones I grew up with from childhood. Felix and Chris were neighbors and the three of us were thick as thieves from preschool on to now.

"Chris, I need ya man." I spoke as soon as he answered. "Brooke, man, I should've listened to you all about her. The bitch has gone nuts and I'm worried about her. She took off with the boys and I'm worried."

"That's one way to answer the phone, man." Chris stated calmly.

Chris Keller is anything but calm usually. He's the asshole that talks in third person about himself , a cocky son of a bitch he is. But that's Chris. He's been that way since childhood.

"What exactly happened, Julian. I need more details before I can figure out if I'm legally allowed to do anything to help." He sighed. "You usually have so much control over her."

"Till she decided she'll become a whore and have another man's dick all the time." I rolled my eyes. "I just want to get the boys back. I don't give a damn about her anymore. She can go rot in hell for all I care."

"Harsh man, Chris Keller will try to help. Any idea on where she is? 'Cause that an help me."

"I know who she is with, but that's it." I sighed. "I have no clue, but they have her car. I tried her phone and she's not answering. I just want my kids."

"Chris Keller understands man, I miss those little dudes." Chris laughed. "I can try to track her car, and give you some idea where the hell she went. But I can't help you out past that. Unless there is an order, I can't do much."

"I was gonna file as soon as I finish this mess."

He paused with a sigh before speaking, "Do it as I'm looking, and then I'll give you a call with where she is."

"Thanks man, I appreciate it."

"Chris Keller will do anything to help."

With that I was determined to do something productive to get what I needed and wanted. I checked the clock, noticing it was almost 2:30.

Courts closed at 4.

I needed to get a move on it.

Chugging an energy drink that I kept stashed in the refrigerator in the garage, I sped out of the driveway towards the court house with one mission in hand: to get my sons.

Between filling out the paper work, providing reasoning for the need for an emergency custody order, which I think her taking off with both boys is a damn good one- and also handing in the paperwork it took a total of an hour till I had an order making me guardian on my kids.

Suck on that Brooke!

With this new order, it meant one thing. Brooke was mandated to hand over custody immediately or a warrant will be out for her arrest.

I hope for the arrest. Shows her for disobeying me.

I left that courthouse with a smile plastered on my face. Brooke thought she was better than me, doing whatever she possible could to keep those boys away from me but this time I won.

I want to be there when I get my kids. I want to see her face when the cops come to arrest her.

I want to see her suffer.

Chris Keller officially has the best timing ever. The moment I climbed into my car, he called me.

"Dude, Chris Keller is fucking amazing. You should really love me right now. I found her!"

"Text me her address. I got the order. I'm getting them back tonight." I quickly hung u not really wanting to listen to Chris talk about himself in third party.

I'm coming for you, Brooke. Be warned.

So I'm not sure how the order thing works, I did not have time to look into it. I just wanted to get something up for you all. I hope you enjoyed!