Yeah, thanks to the people who review, always means a lot to me. I've figured out a "plan" for this fic now, because until now I have written this completely without a plot, but I've got it all figured out now, anyway, hoping that you'll like this chapter.

Lucas walked slowly, feeling Brookes arm around his waist as she and Karen almost dragged him in the house, the doctor had explained that he would still be woozy and disoriented, and that he were under no circumstances allowed to make any sudden moves that might cause him to either faint or make his stiches break. As soon as they got in his room Lucas laid down on his bed and looked up on the roof, Brooke sat down next to him, holding his hand tightly while Karen just smiled at the two kids, noticing the special smile they gave each other, the way they looked at each other as if they were the only ones in the room even thought they knew that she were there, in a room full of people those two would still be able to look at only each other, for some reason missing the other people.

"I'm making dinner" Karen said, the drama didn't affect or much any longer, getting stabbed by a knife wasn't that dramatic, murder was a bit worse she thought to herself as she made her way towards the kitchen.

She heard Brooke and Lucas whisper something to each other, and then Brooke came walking. She closed the door to Lucas room, and then sat down on a chair directly behind Karen. Brooke took a deep breath not knowing what to say to her, she knew that she had to talk to Karen, she wanted to make sure that she wasn't angry with her, or disappointed that she in a way had ended up in the same place as she had been in. Although Brooke considered herself lucky, she had the father of her baby, and she knew that they would always be together, Karen on the other hand had to make it all by herself, and Brooke respected the older woman for that, the fact that she had made it, she had taken care of Lucas all by herself, sure with the help of Keith, and together they had made it without Dan Scott. Lucas had become a great person, the guy she was happy to call her boyfriend, even if it had taken a long time for them to get where they were, she was still happy that it hadn't gone smoothly, this was the proof she needed to know that their love was strong enough to make it through. It didn't matter who Lucas had been with before her, he hadn't gone through any of these with them, and he had done it with her and never left her side.

"Look Karen" Brooke started and Karen turned around smiling at the young girl as she leaned back on the counter. "I just wanted to ask you if you were angry with me for all of this?"

Karen walked over and sat down next to her holding Brookes hand in her own, she smiled and saw the insecurity in Brookes eyes, but pretended nothing off it knowing that the girl didn't want people to see her a either insecure or vulnerable, the only person she could be vulnerable with was Lucas and Peyton, the two most important people in her world, her best friend and boyfriend. Not many relationships from High School last, but what Brooke and Lucas shared wasn't some just some romance that would end, they shared a deep love, they respected each other and had a connection that no one understood, not even them.

"Angry about what, you being pregnant?" she asked and Brooke nodded her head, looking down on the floor before looking up at Karen again. "No sweetie, I'm not angry, I wish that you wouldn't be in this situation where you have to choose between things that you love, but I could never be angry"

Brooke smiled poorly at her, tearing up slightly as she did so. She hadn't told anyone but she was afraid of being a mother, she was just a kid and now she was going to take care of one. And as a result of being the child of an absent mother she were always wondering if she would end up being her mother, that was the last thing she wanted to put her child through, she knew how horrible it was to have absent parents.

"I'm kind of scared" Brooke then whispered. "My parents don't know that I'm pregnant, we haven't spoken sense they moved and I just, I don't wanna tell them because I don't know how they'll react"

Karen looked shocked at Brooke not knowing what to say, she had no idea that Brooke hadn't told her parents about her being pregnant, for some reason she had just assumed that her parents knew, but then again when would Brooke have the time to tell them? And why in the world would she tell her always absent parents who never cared less about what their daughter was doing with her life? Karen had never like Victoria and Richard; in her eyes those two had always been cruel people who didn't deserve a daughter like Brooke. They were weak and brought together because they had the same desire for money and power, and together they had Brooke, a girl with a big heart, who wanted nothing more than to be loved by her parents and the people around her.

"Brooke, I can't force you to tell your parents" Karen just said, knowing that she very well could but that was wrong, this had nothing to do with her, Lucas or anyone else for that matter, this was something between Brooke and her parents, and only they could deal with it. "But I think that you should tell them, but they can't make you do anything that you don't want to do, your family Brooke, if you need anything then I will help you, Lucas will, and all of you other friends"

Brooke nodded her head knowing that Karen was right; sure she could ignore her parents and not tell them. But she knew that they would find out someday, and when that day came she would feel horrible for not telling them, and if she did tell them, then she would know what they thought of the whole thing, and if they felt that she shouldn't have the baby at all, then she could just ignore them and handle herself without them, Nathan didn't listen to his parents, he ignored them and handled himself very well, if he could do it then so could she. And the difference wouldn't be that hard to adjust to, she was used to not living with her parents, to never meet them, the only difference would be that they might not mention her in their wills, but who cared about that? She didn't need their money anyway, she could handle herself without them, but it hurt that she might have to. As their kid she shouldn't have to handle herself, she should be able to ask her parents for help, but when it came to Richard and Victoria Davis it didn't matter that she were their daughter, if she had disgraced the family name in some way they wouldn't care if she was the queen of England.

"Thanks' Karen" she said, got up from the chair and walked out the door, and then she sat down on the stairs looking out at the surroundings, smiling softly as the wind blew in her face.

She never understood why her parents hated Tree Hill so much, she absolutely loved it, for her Tree Hill was home, and it would always be home, she could never imagine moving away from there. The calm that surrounded everyone there, even though there were so much going on all the time almost had her under a spell, causing her to love this place so much. Taking her cell phone in her hand she stared at it before slowly dialing the number to her mother's phone, her father was never there, but it didn't really matter. If she told one of them then the other would know as well, the only reason she called Victoria instead of her father was that Victoria was actually the nice one. If Brooke would have told anyone that then they wouldn't believe her, Peyton would but no one else. Everyone who knew Victoria Davis couldn't believe that her husband was even worse than she, but the truth was that she wasn't even close to how mean he was. Brooke took a deep breath and pressed the call button, pulled her hand through her brown hair and then leaned back as she listened to the signals telling her that she was calling her mother.

"Victoria Davis" she hard and almost choked, for a moment she didn't know if she wanted to talk to her, maybe it was for the best that none of them knew. "Brooke is this you?"

"Hi mom" Brooke mentally cursed.

"Why were you just sitting there breathing?" Victoria asked sounding scared. "You almost gave me a heart attack; you're not trying to kill me are you?"

"What? Mother no!" Brooke said already feeling angry that Victoria would even say that, a normal mom would say that and joke, but when it came to Brookes mom it was no joke, it was always serious when it came to her, jokes were simply a pointless conversation and nothing you would bother enjoying, the only think that could make Victoria Davis laugh was heavy and cruel sarcasm. "I am just calling to tell you something"

She took a deep breath trying to gather strength, this was the moment of truth, and this was the moment when she would finally know exactly what her mother thought of her pregnancy. A part of her wanted to know, but then there was this part that was afraid of what Victoria might say. Brooke wanted her parents' permission, she wanted them to accept what she were going to do, and she wanted them to be proud of her, she were constantly chasing their approval even though she would never get it, no matter what she did.

"Well, what?" Victoria asked sounding irritated. "I don't have all day"

"I'm pregnant mom" Brooke whispered, looking down on the ground waiting for the storm, waiting for her mom to wake up from the shock she must have gotten, waiting for the yelling to begin. "I am having a baby"

To her surprise Victoria started laughing, taken back by her mother's reaction Brooke took the phone away from her hear and stared at it, for a moment scared that Victoria had lost her mind for real, then she slowly heard the laughter fade away and she placed the phone on her hear again.

"Brooke, darling" her mom started, and Brooke sighed deeply, yet again taking the phone away from her ear knowing that this was when the screaming started, she knew the pattern well enough to know when things were turning ugly. "YOU ARE NOT PREGNANT, I SWEAR THAT IF YOU EVEN THINK ABOUT HAVING THIS BASTARD CHILD THEN I AM GOING DOWN THERE TO MAKE YOU DO AN ABORTIAN"

And on she went, Brooke didn't move but just sat there, she couldn't hear what Victoria was screaming, only that she was screaming, tears threatened to run down her cheeks, and Brooke bit her lower lip to keep from crying or screaming at her mother, Victoria had always been a bitch, but the fact that she thought that she could force her own daughter to do an abortion was cruel, and it was also very wrong. On the day that Brooke turned eighteen, she had earned the privilege to decide for herself, and Victoria had lost the privilege of bossing Brooke around, not that she had done it before, but now she had no chance what so ever to make Brooke do as she wanted. Victoria stopped screaming and Brooke took the phone to her ear again, she heard Victoria breath on the other end.

"I am having my baby mom" she said, feeling confident. "I don't care if you're okay with that or not, I just called to let you know"

And with that Brooke Davis hung up on her mom, with those words she had chosen to completely shut her mother out of her life and she felt better than she had for a very long time. She was free from that bitch of a mother whom always complained at her, always said that she was worthless, that she was nothing and that no one will remember her. Placing her cell phone in her pocket she walked in the house again, seeing Karen sitting by the table watching the picture of Keith. Without saying a word she sat down on the opposite side from her and looked at it, smiling at the older man, Brooke never told him but she admired Keith. He was a living proof that you didn't need money to be happy, all you needed was the people you love, the people who love you back, a winning attitude and you can handle anything.

"I've been in love with this man for my entire life" Karen started and smiled sadly at Brooke whom only sat there quiet listening. "But I only got a few weeks with him, and then he was taken away from us, all thanks to…"

"Jimmy Edwards" Brooke said mostly to herself.

"No Brooke" Karen just said, Brooke looked up at her and just watched her, Karen's brown eyes widened in fear almost. "Not Jimmy Edwards"

"Then who?" Brooke just asked, not knowing if she wanted to know the answer, then she thought back on what Karen had said on the hospital, about Dan, that he could do anything, he wouldn't back away from killing someone, it was obvious, after the fire at the dealership Dan was a bit weird, everyone knew it but didn't think about it at the time. "Dan"

Karen nodded her head, it hadn't been hard for her to accept, in fact to her this made more sense than Jimmy killing Keith, after everything that man had done for Jimmy and the other kids, it just sounded weird and wrong that he could have done that, and besides that she had known Jimmy Edwards. He was the kind of boy who got picked at because he didn't want to hurt anyone, he would never hurt an animal or another person. And Brooke looked like she thought so too, and she hadn't even known Jimmy. The fact that she wasn't in the school that day sometimes kept her up, she would have wanted to be there, not because of the thrill of the moment, but because she thought that it would feel better if she could have been there, instead of on the outside not knowing anything.

"I can't say that I'm surprised" Brooke said sounding bitter. "Does Lucas know?"

Karen opened his mouth to say something but was interrupted.

"Yeah he does, and it doesn't matter anymore, Dan might be dying" they heard Lucas say, both of them noticed that the door was open and Lucas stood in the doorway looking at them with a tired smile on his face. "Let's just not talk about it for now?

Karen and Brooke both nodded, none of them wanted to talk about it. And they didn't want to find Nathan and tell him that his father, the man whom he were still hoping was a good man had killed his brother, that would break him down, and if he didn't believe them, then he would never talk to them again and none of them wanted that.

"So what is this, family meeting?" Lucas asked and laughed loudly.

"If you have family meetings with outsiders then yeah" Brooke said kissing him as he sat down on a chair next to her.

"What do you mean outsider?" Lucas asked smiling happily now, sense they were girlfriend, boyfriend again he had started smiling more, he didn't brood, and instead he was just cheery, not all the time, but more. "Your part of the family now Brooke and family help each other out, and of course they get to go on these really cool family meetings"

"Oh really" Brooke said smirking at her boyfriend, and then turned towards Karen. "Speaking of helping family, Nathan and Haley are having money issues and we should help them"

"Actually mom, me and Nathan were going to talk to you about that" Lucas then said as his mom walked over to the stove again before walking back. "We were thinking about having a concert, and the money that we make, we give to Nathan and Haley, we know that it might now be enough, but then at least we've helped them a little right?"

Karen just nodded her head, and smiled at them both.

"Your good kids and good friends for doing this for them" she said. "How about we talk to the others tomorrow?"

Lucas and Brooke just nodded and them smiled at each other, both feeling somewhat accomplished, feeling relaxed and happy that things were finally going their way.

Peyton sat on her bed looking in front of her, so much had happened and she didn't know what to think or do anymore. She didn't want Jake to lose Jenny, and had therefor decided not to contact him ever again, but at the same time she didn't know if she could handle taking care of her daughter all by herself. Peyton closed her eyes and imagined what Brooke would have said if she was there. You can do it Peyton, your P. fucking Sawyer, you are a strong amazing person whom I just love so much, if someone can handle this then it's you. And you will never be alone, you'll have us, your best friends and we'll always help you. Peyton smiled, that was probably exactly what Brooke would have told her, and it helped for now. At the moment she felt like she really could handle it, but who says that tomorrow or the day after that she won't feel like this was all a big mistake again? Her father were off working, when he had said that he wanted to come home earlier she had just told him not to, they had argued for a few hours but Larry had lost he argument and they had decided that he were going to work, they would need the extra money. Peyton felt bothered by something, she felt watched, and therefor she decided to do what she always did when she felt like that. She stood up and walked towards her closet, opened the door and randomly picked something to listen to; she believed that her mom, that Ellie would be able to help her through the music and through her art. Feeling the music, she smiled as she took the pencils and brushes and placed them on the floor, and then she looked at her wall. She felt like redoing her room, before it had been quite depressed, she wanted it happy. She wanted it to be filled with just things that made her, her. She wanted her best friends to be in her room, and she wanted to make a place for her baby in her world. She walked up the wall immediately starting to paint, having an image in her head that felt right she simply started painting, she deleted all her past pains, all the troubles and painted the brightness that she hoped her future brought. For Peyton music was the best therapy, she really didn't need to talk about stuff, she just needed a good song, listening to that song over and over again until the lyrics were stuck inside her bran gave her something else to think about, and got her mind of things that troubled her, at least for a little while. And that was really all she was asking for, she didn't need anything else. After a while she took a step back and smiled happily at the name she had written on the wall, it was the name of her daughter, the name of the two women that she loved so much but didn't get to spend as much time with as she wanted to. Elizabeth Anna Sawyer, it said on the wall, it was a name that made Peyton's smile grow, it was the name she had chosen for her daughter, and it was perfect.

Nathan sat in the chapel not knowing what to do, he was supposed to pray that his parents survive, but the persons that were dying right now weren't his parents. He didn't know what happened to his parents, one day they just decided that they had other things to do, and they ignored him. At first he thought that it was better to be ignored by his father then to be the punching bag for all Dan's mistakes, but then his mother became a junkie, and that was not a good thing. Even though Dan had been the sick twisted bastard for ruining their life Nathan could always trust on Deb to keep going without letting Dan get to her, to know that she in fact had been dealing with it so well because she was a junkie, was hard for Nathan to believe. It also made him understand that no one can get away from Dan Scott, no matter what he always leave his mark on you, make sure that you never forget him. He didn't know whether or not he should pray for those people, did he want them to survive, did he want them in his life, in his family even if they did survive? Any kid with a normal childhood would have said yes, but for Nathan the obvious answer was no, he loved mother when she weren't high on drugs, and he loved his father, looked up on him. But he knew thanks to Haley, thanks to his brother, that he had a family that loved him back. A family that would never chose pills over him, whom thought that he was good at what he was doing, who actually admired him for his accomplishments. His mother didn't do that, she didn't know how old he was anymore, while for Dan, his accomplishments had never been enough, and he loved repeating to Nathan that he would never be as good as he was. It didn't matter how much he practiced or how much he tried, he would never be as good as Dan Scott had been. Whitey had said that it wasn't true, and that in the years that he had played basketball, he had become both a man and basketball player that was greater than Dan Scott had ever been. Nathan felt good when he heard that, but he needed to hear from his father that he was proud of him, but he never got to hear it, instead he was told exactly what he were bad at, and what they needed to work more on. And according to Dan, his game were horrible, and they always worked on everything to make sure that he played perfectly, Dan had taken it so far that Nathan at one point didn't even like the game.

"Nathan?" he turned around and saw Haley standing there, she was tired but had decided that she were going to stay with him, he needed to be with his parents, he wanted to be there when they either get the news that they are going to make it, or that they are dead. "You okay?"

Nathan stood up and walked back to her, toke Haley's hand in his own and then just looked down on her. Whenever he watched her he felt as if his life were watching back at him, his future, because no matter what happens with basketball, he will always have Haley by his side, and she were always proud of him, it didn't matter if they played horribly, and if he only made ten points, she was still proud of him.

"I don't know Hales" he replied. "This may sound horrible, but I'm not sure if I want them to survive, you know, maybe my life will be easier if they die? What kind of person thinks that about his persons huh?"

"A person that's been raised by Dan Scott" Haley just replied as the obvious answer, she only knew little of the mental abuse that had been going on inside of that house, she knew that Dan Scott was a cruel person, but that didn't mean that she wanted him dead, and that was mostly because she hadn't lived with him, Nathan had and at his weakest you could see that he were always questioning whether or not he was good enough, all thanks to Dan Scott, whom always let him think that he wasn't. "Nate, that doesn't make you a bad person"

"So wishing that my parents would die doesn't make me a bad person?" he asked sounding angry, then pushed her away from him and took a few steps back. "Of course that makes me a bad person Hales? They are my parents, we share the same fucking DNA, of course me wanting them dead makes me a bad person!"

"You don't pick your family" she simply said. "And if you look at it like that, then yes they are your family, but if you look in your heart, do you still think that they are your family? Just listen to me, I don't think that you want them to be literally dead, I think that you just don't want them in your life Nathan, and that's not the same thing as wanting them dead"

Nathan took a deep breath, and then nodded, she was right. He didn't care if they died, he just didn't want them in his family anymore, and he couldn't handle living with the fact that they were his parents anymore. He was tired of those two, he hated his mother for becoming a junkie, and he hated his father for never making him feel like he was good enough.

"Yeah, your right" he said and hugged her. "I love you Hales"

"I love you too" she replied, he placed his arm around her waist and they slowly started making their way away from there, Nathan were done being there waiting to know if his parents would make it or not.

Even if they did live, he still didn't want them in his life, after everything they've put him through he really didn't want to meet them ever again. As they walked towards the exit he stops and turns around, only to see someone running towards him.

"Mr. Scott" the man screamed causing Nathan to stop. "It's about your parents"

He took a deep breath and now looked much more serious, he looked down on his papers and then looked up at Nathan and Haley again, both of them knowing that Dan and Deb hadn't made it. They felt it, and they just knew that they were dead, mostly because off the doctor who looked very sad.

"I'm sorry, but they didn't make it" Nathan nodded and then just waited for something to happen, waiting to know if he would be feeling sad or happy when he got the news, but to his surprise he felt nothing, a slight numbness spread in his body and he just stood there not knowing what to do or say. "Mr. Scott?"

Nathan took a paper from his pocket and without asking he took the pen that doctor had in his hand and started writing, he weren't old enough to deal with stuff like this, he didn't know how you did this? He had only seen someone die at TV, and for some reason they never have to do anything.

"This is the phone number to my uncle Cooper, call him" he just said and then turned around and opened the door.

"Mr. Scott where are you going?" the man asked again, Nathan smiled at Haley and then looked back.

"I'm going home, with my wife"

Yeah I just killed Dan and Deb, and that is because of one simple reason, I hate both of them! Both of them are just sick and twisted and I can't tell you just how much I hate them, and they are probably one of the characters that I do hate. It's them, and Julian, Alex, Lindsay, Carrie and Psycho Derek! And probably a few more but I can't come up with anymore at the moment.

Anyway I'm hoping that you guys liked the chapter, it took me like two or three hours to write it, reviews are highly appreciated xxx