I Don't Own Anything
A very tired looking Dan Scott entered the master bedroom, where his wife resided. The dimly lit room only made him want to fall asleep faster. It seemed Lucas wasn't the only one exhausted from their draining conversation.
"I called Keith tonight." He spoke to Deb as if he were in a trance.
Deb looked up from her book, very alarmed. Why would Dan call Keith? She started to panic.
Keith had been the only one that she had ever told about her affair, and her abortion. Unconciously, she touched her stomach, secretly longing for the child she had never given the chance to live.
"Why, is something wrong?" She would try her best to convince him to not have Keith come, sure she loved her brother in law, but he could ruin her stable existence.
"Lucas, he is really messed up, and I think it is finally time to get him some for him to get some therapy. But I want to keep the issues inside the family." He still spoke softly, the looks on his son's face that night still embedded inside his mind, binding whatever feelings he had before about the boy.
"Why now, after these years, why now would you want him to have therapy, I suggested it a few years ago, but the only thing that you said was that he should have the anti depressants. So tell me Dan, why now?" She was starting to get angry. The Zoloft had obviously not worked for the boy, so now that he wanted to get his son some help, he was still too ashamed of Lucas to have him see a professional outside of the family.
"I think I might have uncovered alot of ground with him today, and I think I know why he has been getting into so much trouble lately, attention. He wants my attention. Why? I don't know...but I think that it is time to get him something to deal with his issues. The pill isn't doing it for him anymore." At this point, Deb wanted to scream at her husband, how could he be so clueless, that the pill that they practically shoved down Lucas's throat had never helped him, but it had only given him one more reason not to trust them.
"How was the ride with Nathan?" Dan queried after a few minutes of silence, filled with unsaid words between the couple. All the untold truths, and biting lies were hanging like air pollution in the air.
"Oh, it was great bonding time, I don't think that I have ever had such an insightful conversation with him in years. He asked me about girl stuff, and how to understand girls. It was nice to be able to have such a great time bonding with him." Dan listened jealously, he had wished that his conversation with Lucas would have gone half way as well as Deb's did with Nathan. But Dan knew he should't expect much from the boy he tortured for the better part of 16 years.
"Yeah, that's great..." He said wistfully, all the while thinking about his two boys.
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"Brooke, I still don't see why you didn't tell me that you were having such a hard time with this, I'm your father, and you can come to me." Robert Davis stood in the middle of the living room with his daughter, both fighting over the morning's events.
"Since when are you my father? I have needed you so many times in my life, but you always blow me off for your work! And now that something happens to me, you figure that you want to be my father. Is this what has to happen, I have to be raped for you to pay attention to me, and be a father!" She screamed, tears falling from her eyes.
"No, Brookie, I love you sweetie, you just grew up into such and independent little girl, and I am so proud of that. I am not very proud of myself though, because you are right, I have never made it clear to you in the past few years that I am here for you. I'm sorry Brooke, I love you so much, you are still my little girl." He moved into hug her, but it appeared that Brooke still had some things to get off of her chest.
"You can't do that daddy! You can't just come back and apologize now, you know that you wouldn't have done this if you hadn't known I was raped. Please, just stop." She cried, moving away from her father's attepmt to hug her.
"Brooke, sweetie, I know that you won't forgive me for this right now. I don't expect you to. But you have to know that I love you. I will try to be a better father to you now. I hope you will decide to forgive me for not being there for you."
"Daddy, I won't forgive you for this, or for trying to keep me away from Lucas. When will you realize that we need eachother? Lucas is my best friend, and I will not stand for you insulting him, or calling him a trouble maker. I know that you I am to good for him. Don't you? I can't believe you!" Brooke turned around and started to leave the living room, and head for her room.
"Brooke, sweetie, wait. I have to admit, yes I do...did think that my little girl was to good for him, but no one is good enough for my little princess. The only reason I wanted to keep you two apart was because I thought he was getting you in trouble. But I was wrong, you two are really close, and you help eachother. I'm so sorry for that." He was now pleading with his daughter.
"I have to give you one thing, you are a better father than Dan Scott." Brooke whispered before turning to leave again.
"Brookie, I'm so sorry I can't make this easy for you, this is one of the times I wish you still had your mother." He whispered, defeated.
Brooke turned on her heels sadly, and went to hug her father.
"I'm sorry daddy. I love you so much." Robert was suprised, but he knew that if anything could get a reaction out of his daughter, it was the mother she had never gotten the chance to know.
"Your mother would have been so proud of you. She loved you so much before she died, never doubt that, I love you so much Brooke." The father and daughter stood together against the world, hugging eachother for dear life.
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Two days later, Sunday, Dan stood in the entry way of his large house, waiting for the airport shuttle that contained his older brother, to show up.
His nerves increased even more when the airport marked van arrived in his circle drive way. The driver got out, and opened the door for Keith, before retrieving his luggage.
Dan savored the first sight he had seen of his brother in over a year. There were a few extra lines on his face, but the friendly Keith that had always protected him as a child, was still there.
He opened the door for his older brother, and immediately pulled him in for a hug, which Keith returned gratefully.
"Why couldn't you pick me up at the airport? To embarrassed to be seen with your older brother?" Keith joked with his little brother.
"I'm sorry I couldn't Keith...It's just that I didn't want Lucas to get too suspicious." Matters quickly turned hard and serious at the mention of Lucas.
"Well Danny, springing a live in therapist for a child who is already on edge isn't exactly the greatest idea ever..."
"Keith, Lucas won't know that you are his therapist, you will be acting as his uncle while you're here, but will be his therapist, undercover. Please do this Keith..."
Before Keith had a chance to reply, Deb walked in with Nathan.
Deb and Keith gave eachother knowing looks. She gave him a pleading look, silently begging him not to tell her husband things that would destroy things between her husband, and her son. Keith gave her a look back that comforted her. I was the look of a confidant.
"Hey, Uncle Keith! What are you doing here?" Nathan broke in, and hugged his uncle.
"I just thought that I would come and suprise my favorite brother, sister-in-law, and nephews. Speaking of which, where is that other nephew of mine?" Keith asked, wondering why the kid didn't come down with the rest of the family.
"Let me get him down here. He must be upstairs reading in his own little world. LUKE, come downstairs please." He yelled up to the next level of the house where his first born son was currently residing.
"F... You Dan!" He heard his son yell back at him. Nathan started bursting into laughter at his brother's misbehavior. Dan blushed slightly, but Keith was concerned about the boy.
"Don't worry Keith, he's a really sweet kid, you've met him before. You told me that it went well with him." Dan was nervous because Lucas's behavior was screaming out Dan's horrible fathering skills.
Keith recalled the event. He had told his brother that things had gone well with Lucas. But what he had never actually told Danny that 'well' was Lucas giving him one word, smart ass answers.
"Yeah, I know. I'll go see him later, we should let him chill out a bit right now." Keith said as he smiled at the other members of his family, but he was still concerned about Lucas, who was right now probably having a panic attack about him being here, invading his life.
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Nathan and Peyton walked silently through Tree Hill park, hands entwined in a friendly gesture. The gesture seemed friendly enough to the friends.
Both were basking in the contact with eachother, wanting to have the contact forever.
The moment was almost perfect, Tree Hill park was completely empty except for the couple, leaving the park silent, and beautiful.
Nathan was trying to resist the urge to touch her cheek, and bring his lips down to her's. But he was too nervous to attempt it.
"Hey Peyt, do you want to go to your house for awhile?" He asked, very curious about Peyton's past, but trying not to be too prying into her life.
"Why don't we go to your house Nate?" She replied nervously, she didn't want to have to expose her past to Nathan yet, even if she did trust him. She was simply afraid that once he saw the way she lived, that he wouldn't want to go anywhere near her anymore.
"Cause, my uncle just arrived, and with my dysfunctional family, I have a feeling that right about now, they are probably trying to get my brother to stop fighting them, then my dad will hit him once or twice, and all will be back to normal in the completely non-normal Scott household."
Nathan rolled off his tongue like it was nothing. Peyton gived him a horrified look. "How could that life be normal to Nathan, having his brother being hit on a regular basis.
"I think you're right, let's go to my house, you'll find out eventually how I live." She sighed reluctantly."
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Keith stood outside of his nephew's door, the one with the Snow Patrol poster pinned on the door. He knew that this was going to be hard, and that Lucas would be extremely difficult to deal with considering everything.
At this point, Keith started to feel a small amount of guilt, he hadn't been much better with Lucas, he too, had abandoned Lucas for almost two years.
Swallowing back all emotions of guilt, knowing he had to show a sense of strength infront of the boy, he didn't bother knocking before barging into the room unannounced.
"Damnit Dan! Screw You, I thought I told you to stay the hell away from me!" Lucas yelled at hearing and intruder, but he never looked up from his book, to see who the real person invading his privacy was.
Keith was expecting a goth, dark kid painting his nails black, and blasting some heavy metal rock, but what he didn't expect was the blonde kid deeply absorbed into the world of Steinbeck, and light waves of Coldplay coming from his stereo.
"What the hell do you want Keith?" He forced the emoitonless voice after he noticed his uncle.
"What Luke? No welcome to your favorite uncle?" He asked, trying to be a good uncle, but at the same time, trying to examine the boy. But he was finding the mixture of identidies very challenging.
"Oh yeah, three cheers for my favorite absentee uncle!" The rebellious composition was starting to get on Keith's nerves. It was hard to examine the boy without the atmosphere of his office.
"You know that I couldn't be around all the time Luke. I live in California." Keith could see that he was starting to get under Lucas's skin by the way he had slammed his book shut, and his knee was shaking in with either nerves, or repressed emotion. He was satisfied, knowing that getting a reaction from the boy was all he was really striving for in this twisted 'first session'.
"Yeah, but ya know, a phone call would have been nice, I know that you call every week. But you don't ever ask if you can talk to Lucas. You know, when you actually showed an interest in me last year, I sort of expected a follow up, maybe just a hi, or atleast something. But what the hell was I thinking, why would you want to get to know me?" Lucas spoke, releasing some rage and hurt that he had from every week Keith called, he didn't ask to talk to him, or there was no message from Keith saying hi. He would admit it, that was like pourning salt into all of the wounds in his heart.
"Lucas, I didn't think that you liked me, you hardly said 5 words to me when we met, I wasn't sure you had any interest in knowing me." He said, knowing he was throwing fuel into the fire, which was exactly what he wanted to do at the moment. He wanted to see exactly how far he could take the kid without breaking him.
"That's a bunch of BS and you know it! I said that I hoped that I heard from you, is that really that hard?" He asked, he had really missed his uncle over the years, and had really needed to talk to him sometimes. Like the times that he desired to OD on Zoloft. He couldn't tell Brooke that, and expose his dark thoughts and feelings of that sort to her. He had to be strong for her, and not disappoint her. So in the end, he learned to keep those thoughts and feelings to himself, letting them churn in his stomach, making him physically sick.
"I thought you were being sarcastic, and with how that conversation went, I assumed you wanted nothing to do with me, I guess I was wrong."
"You know Keith, for being some expert therapist, you are not very bright. I thought you were supposed to decode this stuff for a living. Of course I wanted to know you, you were possibly the one person who showed interest in being nice to me besides my best friend, but as always, shame on me, for thinking that. I'm sorry I missed you." Lucas admitted, his head now bowed almost between his legs. He was completely serious about being sorry for missing his uncle. He pushed to get people to be around him, and sometimes he forced them, but apparently, a few times they just didn't want to be around him.
Keith smiled, that was what he wanted, was for the kid to admit that he missed him. Satisfied, he pat Lucas on the shoulder a few times, almost as if signaling that he wasn't going to be pushed away by lame defense mechnisms. Then he ruffled his hand through the boy's dirty blonde hair, seeing that he wasn't pulling away.
"You don't have to be sorry" He whispered before turning to leave the room.
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As soon as Keith left his room, Lucas threw the stress ball he had been abusing, straight into his mirror. He had learned to hate his reflection over the years. Thanks to Dan, who had always pointed out his small imperfections, he knew that his reflection was one of his top enemies.
And then there was the new arrival of his 'Uncle Keith', who seemed to think he was all high and mighty, coming into his life unannounced after almost 2 years. And somehow, Keith wanted him to forgive and forget that year and a half of neglect.
Lucas hadn't been expecting anything huge, like weekly conversations for hours with his uncle, sure he wanted that, but he never expected it. Instead, he was hurt that Keith never asked to talk about him, or even asked about him. Yep, Lucas knew all of this, he had eavesdropped on all of the phone calls, just waiting for the mention of his name. But it never happened.
Now he knew that Keith wasn't just here for a visit, there were other motives, it was just coincidental for Keith to come to Tree Hill now that Dan wanted to take an interest in him. Well, it was too damed late, they had neglected him, and now they were going to have to pay for it.
After his bout of thoughts of revenge, Lucas's feelings turned to ones of hurt, clearly, Dan wanting to take an interest in him was nothing more than a momentary epiphany, that had long since past. So now, he figured that Dan didn't want to deal with him now, so he called Keith to either soften the blow of Dan walking out on him again, or to give up on him completely, and have Keith try to be his new father figure.
Both options made his heart and soul ache even more than they already did. But no, he wasn't going to cry, instead, he retrieved his stress ball, and thought about all the things Dan had ever said to him.
"You're too blonde, you don't look anything like me..." He threw the ball back at the mirror, and grabbed for the nearest object, and kept continuing the action.
"You're not good enough at basketball..." He groaned again in exertion.
"No wonder your mother killed herself after she had a worthless bastard like you. I would have too." Dan had told him that after Lucas got in trouble at school, and had to miss basketball practice for detention.
"You are so stupid, now I know why I never wanted you, you were never the sharpest tool in the shed..." At this point, Lucas had given up on his resolve to not cry, and his mirror had many ragged cracks, and pieces missing from it. After he collapsed, sweaty from the high amount of exertion, he looked at the damage he had done to his mirror, the cracks, and pieces missing reminded him of his incomplete heart.
But something caught his eye, the picture of Brooke was neatly tucked into one of the corners of his mirror, and that just happened to be the one section that wasn't about to shatter at any moment. Brooke was the stable thing in his life. But lately, his growing feelings of love and affection of her, were getting in the way of his friendship.
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Keith stood outside of his oldest nephew's room, hearing the objects collide with his dresser, shattering the mirror. He was tempted to go in there and restrain Lucas, but he knew that the boy needed time to vent, and if right now, it meant that he had to be somewhat destructive, then so be it. It broke his heart though when he heard sobbing.
Dan was more than right saying that this kid was an emotionally high wired mess.
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Nathan and Peyton stood outside of Peyton's house, which was more than enormous, gargantuan described it to a point. He had always thought that he had a large house in Tree Hill, and so did Brooke, but this house was a new kind of big, even bigger than Brooke and Nathan's combined.
Nathan had to admit it, that when he heard Peyton say that he probably wouldn't want to be her friend anymore when he found out where she lived, that he thought she was taking him to a trailer park, or the wrong side of Tree Hill, where his brother spent the majority of his childhood growing up.
"I will understand if you want to go now." She said, disconnecting her hand from his when she didn't see any reaction from him. No reaction usually meant rejection for her.
"No Peyt, not at all. I was just sort of shocked. I still want to be with you...be your friend..." He caught himself at the last minute, afraid that she had caught his slip up.
"Let's go inside." She suggested, very umcomfortable with the silence. The sooner he found about her past, the better. Brooke just hoped that he would accept her for the way she was, from her tomboyish ways, to her family's past.
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After dinner that night, which Lucas had skipped out on, Keith wanted to go up to Lucas's room where they had stopped hearing different sounds of crashing and stomping coming from the fit Lucas was throwing.
Dan made some random comment about the damage the boy had probably caused, but no one was listenting. Nathan probably would have made a comment, but he was at Peyton's, much to the dismay of Deb and Keith.
"I'll go check on him." Keith offered, he felt like it was time for another so called 'session' with Lucas, to deal with the tantrum he had just thrown.
"He's fine Keith, he's just being a brat to get out attention, don't worry about him, this isn't the first time." Dan said as he sat a piece of dessert on his plate. He remembered a few weeks ago when Lucas threw a fit after Dan and him had a fight, Dan had gone up to his room, and showed him who was boss. But he did remember a glint of satisfaction behind those blue eyes, like he had thrown the fit just to get his father to come up to his room and give him attention, not caring whether it was positive or negative.
"I thought you wanted to help the boy Danny, and I don't know if you know it, but I know that a sixteen yearold throwing a 5 year old's tantrum, just to get attention, is anything but normal. Thankyou for the dinner Deb, it was wonderful." He said while getting up, and throwing the napkin down as the maid followed behind to pick up his place.
Keith found himself infront of Lucas's door, eerie silence emanted from the room. Something wasn't right. Keith just had the feeling.
He couldn't hear any crying, or any angry cussing coming from the boy, and that worried him more than any fit or tantrum. Not bothering to knock, he disrespected the boy's unearned privacy and entered the room.
No amount of experience of being a therapist could have prepared him for the sight he saw before him.
Sitting on the floor, surrounded by shards of glass from his mirror, shaking, was Lucas. But what really disturbed him was the numerous pills sitting in the boy's hand.
As soon as Lucas saw his uncle, he stuck the pills in his mouth, and took many seconds to dry swallow them.
"What are those Lucas?" He asked scarily, knowing that whatever the boy was doing was not good at all.
"Nothing that concerns you Keith. Go back to California. Atleast there you won't feel obligated to take care of me." Lucas said, as if he hadn't just swallowed 5 more anti-depressants. But really, his stomach was convulsing, making this attempt to OD a failure if he had to throw this up.
"Tell me Lucas, and we can make this alot easier. I'm not your father. I won't let the fact that you just swallowed 3 plus pills slide like he does. So just make it easier, tell me what you just swallowed." Keith walked closer towards Lucas, getting a better look at him, and not liking the glazed eyes and the damp face that indicated even more pills and tears.
"That's right, you're not my father..." Lucas said as he tried to move away from Keith, but only succeeding in cutting himself on a piece of glass. But Keith didn't notice that yet, his eyes were concentrated on the prescription bottle at his side.
"Don't give me lip Luke, this is a matter of your personal health, and I will not stand by and watch you swallow pill after prescription pill. So tell me before I come over there and take that bottle from you."
"Fine, Zoloft, are you happy? I just swallowed 5 pills, but before that, while you and everyone else were down stairs being clueless, I took 7 more." Lucas yelled, and threw the empty bottle across the room. He was starting to feel the reprecussions of swallowing so many pills. The blurry vision was beginning, and the sweat was making his shirt stick to him.
"Get up Luke, go throw it up. NOW!" Keith almost yelled, extremely worried about this child. What kind of kid tried to OD when his family was right down stairs?
Not caring that this overdose would be counted as a failure, he started to stand up, not counting on the dizziness that enveloped him. Keith quickly came behind him to steady him, and lead him to his personal bathroom.
When hunched over the toilet, Lucas's convulsing stomach, which was in the back of his throat at the moment, finally emptied out into the bowl, right infront of his Uncle Keith.
After he was down to painful dry heaves, his stomach was still rebelling. Keith pulled him away, and handed him a wet rag to bring down the fever that was induced by swallowing 12 pills.
Lucas leaned against the bath tub a few minutes later, feeling his stomach return to it's oringinal position. Keith dabbed his face lightly with the rag.
Neither of them saw a bewildered Dan Scott standing at the entrance of the bathroom, looking horrified of what had become of his first born son.
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Lucas had long since passed out leaning on his bath tub with Keith right by his side, still taking care of him. He had bandaged the boy's fore arm, where blood had been pumping out with a shard of glass sticking out of it.
He picked the boy up gently as Dan had done the night before, and transported him to his room.
Dan was standing in the middle of Lucas's room, surveying the damage he had done to the room, seeing the transparent orange bottle that had previously contained prescription pills, laying on the floor, he picked it up and shook it. Nothing. That was not good. They had just bought him a refill of his anti-depressants a week ago, and it was all gone. How many pills did Lucas take tonight?
He heard crunching glass, and turned to the doorway where Keith had Lucas in his arms. The boy appeared to be passed out in his uncle's arms. Both brothers gave eachother a sad look that niether of them had noticed that the things that Luas was doing to himself.
"Get me one of his shirts, I need to change his shirt, it's drenched in sweat." Keith broke their biting silence. Obliging, he grabbed one of Lucas's black, ravens practice shirts, and tossed it to his brother.
Lightly, he tugged the shirt over the boy's head, and avoided disturbing the first aid done to his arm. What he saw when the shirt was removed was more than frightening. Bruise after bruise, fresh and faded, it didn't matter, the boy's skin was pale from the overdose, and it made all the bruises stand out. But one large welt stood out from them all, it covered his lower back, different shades of blue, purple and yellow decorated the welt. It was disgusting.
Dan stood by as his brother uncovered the many bruises that his son had sustained at his hands. The disgusting display made him want to vomit. But then he realized he had no right to feel this way, he had done this to the kid. And that large bruise on his lower back, from when he shoved his son into the corner of a table. Memories of that fight came back to his mind, he had seen the pain in Lucas's eyes, he had seen the will to double over in pain, but Lucas didn't, and now he had carried that bruise around, remembering that his father had given it to him.
"Danny, where are these from?" Keith finally said, seeing the shock on his brother's face.
Dan contmplated telling his brother that "Yeah, these bruises are from me, I gave them to my son, it was my way of disciplinig him and keeping him in line." But he knew better, and he didn't want to see the utter disappointment in his brother's eyes when he heard that he had been abusing Lucas.
"I don't know, he might have gotten them from basketball, or maybe him and Nathan got into a fight. He hasn't said anything about getting hurt at practice or anything though." It was official, Daniel Edward Scott was the lowest scum of the universe. He had just lied to his brother's face about abusing his child. But in Dan's mind, if he didn't say anything about it, and Lucas didn't say anything about it, then why would it be true?
"No, these don't look like anything from basketball, but you might be right about him and Nathan getting into a fight." Keith pulled the black shirt over Lucas's head, covering the disgusting sight of Lucas's bruises. Covering up all Dan's secrets with it.
"Well, he should sleep well until morning, when he will wake up feeling like he has a hangover. Come on, let's let him go to bed now." Keith said, still not completely believing his brother's reasons for Lucas's bruises. The way he said it was like. "Lucas got the bruises from Nathan, leave it alone. End of story."
"Okay, but maybe we should clean up all the glass first, I don't want him coming downstairs with a bloody foot or anything." Dan was slightly annoyed at his first born, this was going to be the third mirror he would have to buy him, all from thrownig fits like a 5 year old who didn't get the toy he wanted from the toy store.
Both brothers picked up all the stray glass off the floor before taking one last glance at Lucas. Dan walked towards Lucas and retireved a stray quilt from the end of his bed, and covered the boy with it lovingly.
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The next morning, everyone but Lucas was awoken by a loud knocking at the front door, tired, Dan was the first one to get the energy up to answer the door. On the other side of the door was an overly perky Brooke Davis.
"Hi Mr. Scott, is Lucas up yet?" She asked, and almost laughed at the dry look he gave her.
"Uh, no, he's gonna be asl..." The rest of his sentence was interrupted by Brooke not caring what he had to say, she pushed past him into the house.
"Well, I guess I'll just have to wake him up." She said, and strode up the stairs as fast as she could with her crazily high heels.
Brooke thought it was extremely odd that Lucas's bedroom door was closed, usually Lucas always kept his door shut and locked to keep the rest of his family out. But now, as she looked in, she saw a sad sight.
On his bed, shivering from cold, was Lucas, his face was overly pale, and his left forearm was bandaged. This was one of the times that she thanked whatever power that controlled teacher institute days. Because that was what they had today, a day off.
The two always enjoyed these days a little but too much. Dan and Deb would always have to go to whatever boring work that they had, but these two would act like little children, going to the mini golf course, and whatever sad and pathetic tourist sights that Tree Hill had.
Sitting at his bed side, she took another blanket and covered him with it, and tucked it into his sides, she knew he liked when someone did that, because that was always how his mother would tuck him in as a child. His shivering seemed to cease as she brought a blanket and curled up next to him.
30 minutes later, Brooke woke up, and next to her was a sleeping Lucas who showed no signs of letting up.
"Gosh you giant lug, get your scrawny ass up!" She groaned silently, unaware that she was being watched by someone. A laugh informed her of such events.
"Omg, who are you?" She asked, her voice made up of fear and embarrassment. There was a guy in Lucas's doorway, watching her with Lucas.
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Dan almost sleep walked back to the kitchen, knowing he wouldn't be able to sleep with the high squeaky, cheerleading voice that belonged to Brooke in his head.
In the kitchen, sat Keith, who looked like he was a morning person. Groaning an inaudible morning greeting to his brother, he went to the coffee machine, where he poured the liquid to the edge of his mug.
"Danny, do you always just let random girls go up to your son's rooms at 7 in the morning?" Keith asked, quite perplexed about his brother's parenting skills.
"She's not random, she's Lucas's best friend, and I figured out with her, that if I fight her too much, then she just get's louder, and I don't feel like hearing that voice this early in the morning."
"But you still let a girl in your son's room unsupervised." Keith couldn't understand how that worked out.
"Those two are harmless, just best friends, I swear they still think that the other has cooties." A drowsy laugh was shared between them. These were some of the moments that they lived for, sharing small moments laughing with eachother, insulting eachother, fighting with eachother. Doing everything that brothers did with the other. After the laughter died down a small bit, the older generation of Scott brothers sat in silence, sipping their coffee.
"I'm going to go check and make sure that they are just 'completely harmless'." Keith said, still quite drowsy.
As he made his way up the stairs, he was reminded of the previous night, when he found Lucas in his room, overdising as they sat down in the dining room laughing about different subjects.
Standing in the doorway, he smiled at the sight, Brooke awakening and pushing Lucas's shoulder, and calling him a giant lug. His laughter startled Brooke, causing her to turn around and question his identity.
"Don't worry Brooke, I'm Nathan and Lucas's uncle Keith. He's going to be asleep for awhile." He pointed to Lucas, who was as still as a log.
"Oh, I always wondered where Luke and Nate got their good looks." She spoke in her flirty voice.
"Cool down Brooke, I wouldn't expect Lucas to wake up any time soon." Keith wanted to tell Brooke about Lucas's overdose the night before, but he didn't know how much insight Lucas gave this poor girl into his rebellious life. For all he knew, he could ruin Lucas's friendship with Brooke, or he could mention it, and it would not be any shock at all to her, meaning that Lucas had done this numerous times before.
"Did he go out and get drunk again? I told him that drinking was not the answer, but I don't know how to get that through that thick, Scott head of his.
This information shocked Keith, did Lucas go out and get drunk that often? That the event had become a regular occurece? Maybe Lucas was more messed up than he could ever imagine.
"No, we just gave him something to sleep last night, he couldn't sleep." What Keith really wanted to say was that Lucas took something to sleep for good last night, but we made him throw it up.
"Good, Maybe with you around, he will calm down a little bit, I mean he's been so wild, and that just causes Dan to hit him even more..." She gasped as soon as she said that. She promised Lucas that she would never tell anyone about that unless it got too horrible.
"What did you say Brooke?" He asked with a false calm, if she said what he thought she said, then he might just go down those stairs and give his brother ten times the bruises that Dan had given to Lucas.
"Please Keith, don't tell anyone, Lucas is so ashamed of it, and I don't think he could take anyone else knowing." She begged, tears coming to her eyes.
"Brooke, I know that you want to protect Lucas, but the right thing to do here is let me help Lucas, I promise I won't take him away from you." Keith was suprised when he felt arms wrap around his middle, the upset girl was hugging him.
"I don't want him to be hurt anymore Keith, but I don't want him to leave he either, he promised me that he wouldn't" She cried into this near stranger's chest. She cried for herself, and for Lucas.
"He won't be Brooke, I won't let Dan do that anymore." He was cursing his brother in his mind. How could he lie about something like that? He said that the bruises came from Nathan, but now he figured out that it was him causing such welts on the boy's body. The previous brother moment was ruined now that he knew the untruth about Dan's earlier words.
"Brooke, stay here with Luke, I want to go talk to Dan." His voice was dark and dangerous. "His voice was dark and dangerous, making Brooke feel even worse for letting word of the abuse slip so carelessly.
Keith slammed the door of Lucas's door violently, awakening Lucas, who was drowsy and disoriented.
"Brooke, what's going on? Was that Dad?" He asked with slurred words. He didn't remember going to sleep here, then he remembered the OD.
"Nothing Luke, just go back to sleep, there is nothing going on, Dan was just talking about how I shouldn't be up in your room alone." She tried to encourage him to go back to sleep by pushing him down on his bed again, and tucking his body in the way he liked.
"Did he hurt you Brooke. I'm gonna kill that son of a bitch." He tried to get back up, but Brooke wouldn't let him. She couldn't let him find out yet.
"No, Luke, he didn't hurt me, if anything, I showed him who's boss, no go back to sleep, you look tired." She hated lying to that sweet face, but she was doing it to protect him...from her lies.
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Not the best ending, but I just needed to get somethin before i went to indiana this weekend. Please review, they are always appreciated. Love Kendall
