Hey there guys! I hope you like this update, there is a litte bit of Brucas here (everyone is asking for more so I tried) but there is something in here that I really wanted to do for a long time, so that's basically what this chapter is about. Anyway, hope you enjoy, this was really hard to write!

Lucas took a deep breath as he stood at the steps of Karen's Café. He could see her working in there, twisting the handle of the coffee machine, smiling as she did so. "She doesn't look angry" he thought. "But there's only one way to find out,"

"Hurry up!" Brooke said, pushing past him, breaking his thoughts. He watched her open the door and saw his Aunt's head flick up to the door when the bell jingled, signaling a new customer. He'd been spotted. He had no choice but to go in.

Slowly he walked into the café, not making eye contact with his Aunt. Instead he watched Brooke walk up to the counter, and tell the waitress what she would like. Out of the corner of his eye, something registered. "Peyton," he whispered. He watched the waitress, with curly blonde hair walk to the back of the room, remove a hot pie out of the over, and as soon as she turned around, he was certain of who it was.

"Lucas Roe, come here now," Karen almost yelled.

Lucas looked down at the floor as Brooke looked over at him. She smiled, but he didn't see it. "Coming," he mumbled. He took a seat opposite the bench, but still didn't look at his obviously furious Aunt.

She looked at him, and noticed that he wasn't looking back. "Lucas" she said softly "Why? That's all I want to know. Why? Why are you like this? I thought you where a good kid," she took a deep sigh, "But your not. You're exactly like your father,"

Lucas looked up at her. In her eyes he saw disappointment, betrayal and all the things he didn't want. Tears formed in his eyes, bit he didn't care. "I'm not like my father," he growled. He slowly got out of the chair, and walked out of the café.

Karen looked around, and noticed Peyton, the new waitress was staring after him and for some very peculiar reason, and so was her customer which happened to be Brooke. She cleared her throat, and the both snapped back into reality. Karen walked over to talk to Brooke, but she was already on her way out.

"Thanks," Brooke said, sliding some money on the counter. "Keep the change," she said softly as she ran out of the café. She stopped on the steps, and looked right, then left. She saw Lucas walking not too far up the pathway. She quickly jogged to the car where her mother and starving brother were waiting.

"Here," she said, passing her mothers wallet, and paper bag that contained her twin's pie through the passenger window. "I'm going to walk with Lucas," and before her mother could protest, she was gone.

Deb watched Brooke run after Lucas and looked at Nathan. "I didn't realize they were such good friends,"

Nathan suddenly lost his appetite. His eyes narrowed, and anger rose in him. "Neither did I,"

"Hey! Broody, wait up!" Brooke yelled, as she caught up to Lucas.

He turned to face her, his face full of confusion. "Broody?"

Brooke fell into step with him, and they continued walking. "Yeah, well you always look like your Brooding, so… it fits,"

"Just like Cheery doesn't fit you," Lucas smiled.

"It used to," Brooke's smile faded.

"Sorry,"

"Nah, it's cool," she forgot about it. "So, what was that about?"

"Karen?" Brooke nodded. "Nothing, just," he took a deep breath. "I did some stuff, before. And well, it wasn't good,"

"What's that got to do with your dad?" Brooke asked, but immediately regretted when he stiffened, and his eyes turned stone cold.

"My dad wasn't a good guy," Lucas muttered.

"Well, neither is mine, but that doesn't mean I'm going to turn out like him," they stopped, and waited for the road to be clear before crossing.

"You wouldn't understand," Lucas said, looking at her.

"I like you," Brooke said. There was a moment's pause before she spoke again. "Your not the like other people here,"

"That's not necessarily a good thing,"

"No, I mean," she took a deep breath. "God, how do I explain this? You don't treat me like a kid. Everyone else I know is on suicide watch," she saw Lucas's expression change. "Come on; don't pretend like you don't know. Me and my brother are the talk of the town, we know it. I just meant that you don't treat me like everyone else. You listen, hell sometimes you even talk back," this made both of them smile.

"Thanks. I think," he was beginning to like her too. "Beautiful, smart and funny," he thought. "Definitely first date material,"

"So where exactly are we going?" Brooke asked, looking around.

"Uh, I don't really know. I just, don't wanna go back there right now,"

"Well, how about you come back to my place. It's just up the road. You can hang there for a while, eat tea, we could watch a movie or something, then if you don't wanna go back, you can crash in one of the ten million spare bedrooms we have," Brooke looked up at him and smiled.

He couldn't resist. He didn't want to resist. "Sounds like a plan,"

"There is no way I'm watching The Fast and the Furious… not now, not 5 years from now. NEVER!" Brooke giggled. "What is it with guys and that damn movie!"

Her and Lucas and just settled into the lounge room after scoffing down a whole bag of butter popcorn. For some unknown reason, Nathan and her mom weren't home yet, so watching a movie seemed like the best option.

"Come on, it's a classic," Lucas said, throwing the DVD cover at her.

"Hey!" she caught it. "Careful, if you break this, Nathan will break your neck," she carefully sat it on the coffee table. "How about, Dawn Of The Dead?" Lucas shook his head, "The Grudge?"

Lucas frowned. "What is it with you and all these horror movies?"

"Aww come on please! There is something for you in it," Brooke smiled.

"Yeah, what's that?" he asked tilting his head to the side.

"Well, The Grudge always scares the funk outta me, and I normally end up hiding in Nathan's shoulder, and Nathan's not here, so I guess I'm going to have to use whoever's around…" she looked Lucas up and down suggestively and waited for his reaction.

"What are you waiting for? Put the damn movie on!"

Brooke's head rested on Lucas's lap as he stroked her long black hair. Her hands where resting just in front of her face, and as he leaned forward he realized that she was asleep. He quietly grabbed the remote that was lying near her stomach, and turned the TV off.

He sat there for a minute, and thought about that situation he was in right now. Hell he may not have a great home life, but this… is perfect. He slowly stroked Brooke's hair away from her cheek and gave it a soft kiss.

Her skin was soft and smooth, just as he thought it would be. A door slamming broke him out of his thoughts, and woke Brooke up.

"What the?" she mumbled as her eyes snapped open.

"What the?" bellowed throughout the room. Dan Scott was standing in the doorway of the lounge, not at all pleased at the scene he saw before him. "Brooke; explain NOW!" he yelled.

Lucas almost wet himself where he sat. He wasn't scared of much, but this guy was defiantly something to be afraid of.

Brooke sat up and looked between her father and Lucas sending them both strange looks. "Ahh..."

"You know what? Don't bother. You mister!" Dan pointed towards Lucas. "You've got ten seconds to get out of my house before I personally throw you out,"

Lucas took one quick look at Brooke, and left the house. Dan turned on his daughter. "And you!"

"Oh shut up," Brooke said angrily as she got up off the couch walking past her father. She didn't get very far before he grabbed her arm, and twisted her flattening her back against the nearest wall. Pain shot through her arm and up her shoulder as she screamed in pain. "Let go of me!"

"You think you can disrespect me?" he yelled at her, his grip tightening.

"Get off her!" Nathan's voice was almost as quick as his fist. Dan stumbled back, and fell down landing in the middle of the hallway.

Deb stood behind him, hands on hips. Nathan enveloped Brooke in a hug, and Deb just shook her head. "Get out," she said softly.

"What?" Dan looked up at her from the floor.

"You heard me Dan," her voice rose. "You come near me, or my kids ever again, and I'll kill you," she yelled. It was clear she was making a threat.

Dan took one look at his wife of 17 years and knew she wasn't joking. He left the house faster that Lucas did, not even bothering to get clothes, or even his toothbrush.

"Brooke, are you okay?" Deb asked her daughter.

Brooke held onto her arm where her father had grabbed her tightly. "Yeah, I'm fine,"

"Good. You kids go have a shower, or something. I'll order pizza," she walked out of the hallway, into the kitchen. She heard her kids talking as they headed upstairs.

"What happened?" Nathan asked.

"He came home, Lucas and I were on the couch, and he got pissed. Told Luke to leave, and went skitz at me,"

"Lucas was here?" her son's voice faded as they reached the second flight of stairs.

Deb took a deep breath and rested her head in her hands. She turned to the fridge, and pulled it open. The first thing that caught her eye was the silver bottle of her worst enemy. "Hello Mr. Vodka" she mumbled.

"Why was Lucas here again?' Nathan asked, as his sister entered his room, now wearing her black Motley Cru pajamas, with her white fluffy bunny slippers. "And you know the slippers take the edge off the outfit,"

Brooke rolled her eyes, and ignored his last comment. She settled down on his double bed next to him, and flicked her wet hair behind her shoulder. "I told you already. He had a fight with Karen, didn't want to go home so he came here. We watched a movie, that's it,"

"That's it?" Nathan asked. "Look from what I can tell he's a nice guy, he saved my ass so I can't really hold anything against him, but he's not what I'm worried about. You are," Brooke frowned. "What is it about this guy that's different?"

"He gets me. He doesn't ask questions, he doesn't treat me like a kid, and he doesn't…," she faded out.

"He doesn't what B?" her brother asked, also frowning.

"He doesn't judge me," she took a deep breath. "I really like him Nathan,"

He smiled. "Brookie's falling in loooove," he sang. But she shut him up by throwing a pillow at him.

"Hey! That might have hurt… if you actually had muscles!" he smiled. "Hey, get serious for a minute. What do you think will happen?"

"Huh? With what?" Brooke asked, putting her weapon (another pillow) down.

"Mom. Dad," he stated.

"Nothing. Dad's gone Nate. Accept it. Embrace it. And mom, well she's strong. She'll be fine,"

"Kids!" their mothers voice came from the bedroom door and their heads snapped up. Their mother was clearly drunk. "You ruined everything you know that. Everything was fine until you ruined everything. I have two kids; a murderer and a suicidal goth," Deb giggled and took another gulp out of the long almost empty bottle of Vodka she was barely holding onto.

Nathan and Brooke looked at each other. "Not again," was both of their thoughts.

"Mom, you're tired, you should go to bed," Brooke said, as they both got off Nathan's bed towards their mother.

"Stay away from me!" she shouted. Brooke stopped but Nathan kept walking. "I hate you both!" she threw the Vodka bottle and it would have collided with Nathan's face, if he hadn't have ducked in time. Brooke watched it land on Nathan's bed, rolled off the edge, and heard the shattering glass echo through the room. She turned back to her mother and brother, who were now standing right in front of each other. She couldn't hear what her mother was whispering, but Nathan could.

He stood less than a foot away from her, and could smell the alcohol on her breath. She'd defiantly had more than one bottle. He slowly spoke to his mother, carefully, and calmly.

"Mom, you need help. We won't watch you do this to yourself again," he said, trying to make eye contact with her.

Deb swayed, but didn't fall. "Again. Oh that's right. Cause you two where so much help that last time," and with that she turned and left.

Nathan ran his hand threw his hair and turned to look at his sister. "You know what we have to do," he said.

Brooke nodded, and looked at her brother's alarm clock. "It's not too late. Do you want me to make the call?"

Nathan shook his head. "No," he thought for a moment. "Yeah. I can't do it. Not again,"

"Okay," Brooke headed downstairs, past her mother who was sitting on the top flight singing the Brady Bunch Theme Song, around the corner, and leaned on the kitchen wall. "Breathe Brooke," she told herself. "Keep it together. Your mom needs you," she looked up at the phone that hung on the wall. Next to it were emergency numbers. She walked over to the phone, and tried to find the number she was looking for.

She slowly dialed, and waited for an answer.

A mans voice came from the other end. "Hello, Dr. Peters speaking,"

She took a deep breath. "Dr. Peters, its Brooke Scott here,"

"Ahh, Ms. Scott," his voice sounded weary. "How's your mother?"

"Not that good. She's um--"Brooke couldn't say it, but luckily she didn't have too.

Dr. Peters knew. "Say no more Brooke. I'm afraid we can't actually come and get your mother at the moment, but I can send someone there first thing tomorrow morning. Is that okay?"

"Thank you," Brooke sighed.

"You're doing the right thing," the line went dead.

Brooke hung up, and closed her eyes for a brief moment. She looked at the card that had Dr. Peter's number scrawled across it. She turned it over at looked at the front of the business card.

"Drug and Alcohol Abuse Clinic" was in large blue print at the top. "In case of relapse call the number printed on the back of this card" was in smaller font, right down at the bottom. Brooke put the card back where she got it from, and went back to the bottom of the stairs. She looked up at saw Nathan sitting next to her mother, who was still singing. The twins exchanged looks, and they knew that their family just hit rock bottom.


I hope you guys understood all of that. Basically Deb used to have an alcohol problem, and now she's relapsed. I hope you guys liked it, now with the parent's out of the house we have a place to party! Now, I wanted your advice on what should happen so help me out here;

At the party should everyone play;

- I Never
- Spin The Bottle
- Seven Mintutes In Heaven
- All Of The Above

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