I suck I know. It's been forever since I updated, and then I give you this short crappy chapter....I'm sorry...I've been really sick for like three months straight, and I'm just now starting to feel better...and I just—I had to end it there. I promise to update as soon as I possibly can though.
Chapter Twelve
Lucas was the first one to raise his head up. The first thing he noticed was the Peyton was fine, as far as bleeding went. She was shaking uncontrollably. Though that was to be expected considering that she was just shot at. Making sure that he wasn't gonna get shot by standing up, he decided to stand in a half crouch, as he made his way from family member, to family member. Everyone nodded that they were unharmed, as they all sat up, none willing to actually stand up though. Lucas grunted as he made his way back to Peyton, his lip curling up into a half growl and he looked like he could actually kill someone.
"DAMMIT!" Lucas screamed finally.
"Do you think it was him?" Keith asked finally, as the rest of them all started to stand up.
"I know it was him," Lucas answered with certainty, just as Peyton's phone started to ring.
He didn't even have to grab for the phone, as Peyton all but shoved it at him, wanting nothing to do with Ian Banks.
"You asshole," Lucas screamed at Ian.
"Now, now Lucas. I didn't hurt anybody. I know I didn't, because that was not the intent. It was merely a warning to not use that tone with me Lucas Eugene Scott. Yes, I know all about you Mr. Scott. Your mother's name is Karen Roe-Scott, she's married to Keith Scott, who is your Uncle—or well "stepfather." Dan Scott is your father, and the town's mayor. You and your father are less than friendly with each other. Nathan Scott is your brother, and he's married to Haley James-Scott, and they have a five year old son named James Lucas Scott--" he cut his sentence off as Lucas heard him chuckle in the background. "Awww! How cute. He's named after his uncle."
"Your a sick bastard. They didn't do anything to you. Leave them alone!" Lucas spat at Ian.
"Oh but Lucas, I was only warming up. Peyton Elizabeth Sawyer, daughter of Larry Sawyer, Charlotte's top drunk. Not to forget though, her mother, Anna Sawyer, who died when she was a child. Let us not forget Peyton's dead husband, Jake—what would Jake think of his best friend, shacking up with his widow? I don't think he'd like that very much Lucas. I really don't. I think he'd think it was hurtful. I think you should just concede here. I think you should just give Peyton back to me, then all this madness can end. No one has to get hurt Lucas, but I swear, if you don't bow out, I will hurt someone—or should I say someone else. Although Brooke, she was an accident. I didn't mean for her to find out about my plans for Peyton. She just—she knew too much Lucas. I didn't want anyone to get hurt, and I still don't. Just be a man, and give in," Ian's intent was definitely there, and Lucas felt every ounce of it too.
"I won't do that," he said firmly, before disconnecting the call, almost wishing he hadn't.
"Won't do what?" Peyton had found her voice.
"Won't let him have you. I won't let that sick bastard anywhere near you—although until the police capture him...I don't think that any of us are safe by ourselves. He knows everything, about everyone of us," Lucas barely got the words out before Nathan and Haley's eyes grew wide.
"JAMIE!" they screamed in unison.
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