SEASON 8 IS OFFICIALLY SHOOTING! :]
Thanks for all the great encouraging comments! I love you all!
SHANI - just wanted you to know i see your point and of course jordan and tristan are just like any other part in this family but in the reallife news they always talk about celebritys adopted kids and i just consider designer Brooke and producer/director julian celebrities in my world lol. and i will use jordan's adoption as a means for Rachel to create a little insecurity in her mind. youll see that in this chapter. sorry if it was too much but i meant nothing by it
I tried to make this an EXTRA long one, just for you since you've all been asking!
*** I'm going on vacation for the next three weeks! So i won't have time to post anything new... I know, I know sorry.
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Chapter 14
Julian entered Nolan's room after knocking softly. He didn't even give her a chance to answer, since he knew she wouldn't anyways.
He found his firstborn sitting on her sister's bed, clutching Jordan's favorite blanket in both hands. He saw her hold it up to her nose, taking in the sweet smell of it, a smell that was so uniquely identifiable of Jordan Baker.
"I didn't mean it. I don't hate her. I want her to come home."
Julian sat down beside her and rubbed her upper back.
"I know."
"We've just been fighting a lot lately, and I've said things I don't mean. And if this is it, I want her to know i'm sorry."
"Hey, hey. Don't talk like that, honey. We'll get her back."
"But what if she's dead? What if they already killed her?"
It was a possibility, but one that would cause Julian to have a mental break down of his own.
Nolan was starting to panic. Julian could clearly see that and put his arms around her to steady her. He didn't know what to say right away.
"We're going to do everything possibly to get her home safe, sweetie. I promise."
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It was the longest day of their lives.
Everyone felt the huge weight that hung over the house. People came over bringing food and distractions for the kids, but they were having no part of any of it. There was a lot of crying, silence, and saddness. It was agonizing to watch. Brooke couldn't handle talking to detectives and the police about their plans to search the state. So Julian did it. He heard them talk about searching the surrounding towns within 100 miles and then after so long, they would no longer suspect Jordan was still alive. That part really killed him but he was glad Brooke didn't hear them talking like that. When all the outsiders left, it was just the Baker family, alone, to make it through the long night ahead.
Brooke paced back and forth in her bedroom, not expecting to sleep for a very long time. Julian entered and frowned when he saw her. Her eyes were so dark, glassy, miserable, terrified.
"I got the boys to sleep. I let all three of them sleep in Tristan's bed. I think it'll make them feel better to be together. You get the girls to sleep okay?"
Brooke said nothing.
"Sweetie, you need to lie down. Try and sleep."
"I can't. I just can't knowing that she's out there somewhere i dont know where and she is scaed and hurt and not in her bed."
"Then just come lie with me. Let me hold you."
Brooke shook her head.
"Brooke...please."
Brooke gave in and sat down on the edge of her bed, making Julian do all the work to manipulate her body so he had his arms around her tight and she was lying with him.
"I don't think I can survive this." Brooke's words were choppy and disrupted by choking back tears. "If she's-"
"Don't talk like that...I'm here. I'm always going to be here to take care of you and comfort you. I'm going to try and make things better. We'll find her, even if it means i have to go out and do it myself."
Brooke looked at him, rather, she looked past him, with a very different look in her eyes. One he had never seen before. All of a sudden, she attacked his lips with hers. The kissing lasted only a moment before she looked down and started pulling at his shirt, determined to rip all his clothes off.
"Brooke?" Julian breathed.
Brooke stopped grabbing at him and then began ripping her own clothes off, which consisted of only black leggings and one of his plaid shirts. Julian just watched her, stunned; he was not expecting this. Then, when she was completely naked, she began to grab at him again. She tried to pull down his shorts while she bit at his neck and worked downward to his chest. When she went under his pants and grabbed his member, Julian grabbed her shoulders and pushed her away. Brooke still had that rampent look in her eye and it scared him.
"Honey no. This isn't right, this isn't good."
Brooke stared at anything but his eyes. She avoided his every attempt too look into her eyes because she knew he would read her immediately.
"I just want to feel...something" she admitted.
And with that, she picked up where she left off, stripping him naked in a matter of seconds. And this time, Julian didn't stop her.
This was not anything he was used to with her. This was not their kind of sex. No. This was harder, faster, more barbaric and desperate; he could even say violent. She dominated what occured. But if this is what she wanted, well...he could never really say no to Brooke Davis. But for once, he didn't feel enough for her; he was sure he couldn't satisfy whatever she was trying so desperately to get.
She was trying to become numb. And it wasn't working.
This just caused her movements to become harsher, her sounds louder and more blunt; she was actually kind of hurting him.
But nonetheless, no matter what, his wife could always make him... come .
The fast and furious raged throught his body until he couldn't even hold his own head up. He tried to catch his breath and slow things down, hoping that that had helped her in some way; but it hadn't.
"More. Now. More." She begged him. She rocked her hips slowly against his side, trying to egg him on again.
"Brooke!" That was it. He grabbed her wrists and spoke a little too loudly. And she fought him.
"Stop. Brooke!"
He saw her determination as tears began pouring from her eyes.
"Honey please..." He begged. He knew this wasn't really what she wanted. He knew it was a diversion.
Her breath hitched for a moment and everything went silent. For the first time all night, their eyes locked.
"I- I need you." She whispered.
And he just nodded.
With that, he cupped the back of her head in his hand and pulled her towards his chest, letting her fall into a comfortable, familiar spot up against him, where she cried. He knew neither of them would be sleeping anytime soon so as she sobbed, he dressed her in her favorite pair of his boxers and his tshirt, and he got himself some clothes too.
He sat beside her on the bed and caressed her hair as she laid in the fetal position, facing him. He shushed her gently, trying to calm her down.
"I'm sorry." She whispered.
"Don't be, baby. I know." He nodded again while continuing to soothe her.
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It was four A.M. and the couple continued to just laying next to each other in bed, face to face, hands clasped together, not sleeping, just staring into space.
"I can't sleep in that room.."
The delicate, raspy voice that came from the doorway caught their attention, and both Brooke and Julian sat up immediately to find it.
It was Nolan. She was crying.
"I've been trying to sleep. But there's no- no way I can with her empty bed haunting me...I can't"
Julian stood up and she came over to the bed. He enveloped her into a huge 'daddy hug'.
"You havent slept at all tonight?"
"Not for a second."
"Us either."
Julian motioned for her to get in bed beside Brooke, and he got back in after her. Nolan immediately had both her parents' arms around her. In fact, Julian's armspan encompassed both Nolan and Brooke, trying to comfort both girls at once.
"Close your eyes Noley. We're all going to be okay..."
Only one thought lingered on all three of their minds: what if that 'we' doesn't include Jordan.
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Eliot woke early that morning to the sound of her cell phone buzzing. She knew it would be Christian. And she knew she was going to disappoint him.
"Hello?"
"Hey Norris, honey, I didn't hear from you yesterday or the day before. I tried calling."
"Sorry."
"It doesn't matter now. I can't wait to see you today. You on your way back soon?"
The last time they talked, Eliot was planning on returning to UNC today. But of course, that was before Jordan had gone missing. It had been two days now, and everyone was sleep deprieved, everyone was gripping desperately to each other for comfort. There was no way she could leave her family now.
"Actually. I... I'm not coming back."
"El, what are you talking about?"
Eliot started to tear up and her voice instantly became harder to understand.
"My niece, Jordan...ummm Christian, she was kidnapped and my whole family is a mess and i cant leave them now, i'm sorry."
Christian could obviously tell she was crying, even though she tried to cover it up.
"Hey hey sshhh. Don't be sorry. I'm sorry. I mean...i'm sorry she's missing and that you're hurting."
Eliot tried to catch her breath.
"It's going to be okay, Norris. And I'm here if you need me. I love you. "
Eliot smiled just hearing those words. She loved that he was the only one who could make her feel better by calling her Norris.
"Thank you."
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Brooke Davis Baker was never the shy type. But standing in front of news cameras, begging to the television-watching world to help her find her child, was a very scary and intimidating experience. She didn't want to, but Julian had convinced her that the more people who saw their press conference, heard their words, and saw Jordan and Rachel's pictures, the more likely someone would see and recognize them.
"We're here in Tree Hill, NC to hear from the family of eleven-year-old Jordan Baker, who was kidnapped from her gymnastic's class here four days ago. And information that we can get from viewers at home to help find this child will be invaluable to the police and her family."
The reported stated that into the camera. Then he turned to Brooke and Julian, who were standing side by side, holding hands.
"Is there anything you would like to say to the public?"
Julian spoke up.
"Rachel Gatina McFadden was a very close friend of our family. She was like a sister to us... until she went off the rails. She blames us for her problems and has turned to drug and alcohol abuse. We know that she has taken our daughter as some sort of sick revenge against us and we feel entirely responsible for this horrible circumstance. We are looking for any help that we can get in order to bring our baby girl home safe. Jordan is a light in this family that has been squandered from our lives and our only focus is getting her back. And I am begging you, any of you, to help us find our Jordan."
When Julian was done, he looked down at Brooke. She was holding up a picture of Jordan, a picture which was cropped from their family photo. She was smiling brightly that day, unaware of the events to come for her. The camera focused on Brooke, waiting for her to speak. Brooke could not control her tears. She kept shaking her head side to side but still looked dead straight into the camera.
"I would give my life for all my children. And I know every good parent out there feels the same way. Today I am prepared to give anything to know that Jordan is safe and unharmed." She stopped for a moment, refusing to say what she had previously reheased in her mind. "I cannot imagine what would possess you to take her, Rachel." Brooke spoke directly into the camera, addressing Rachel directly. "It just baffles my mind! All i want is to hold my baby in my arms again. And i will do anything you want. Come and get me, Rachel! But leave my family alone!" Brooke cried. "I hate you so much!"
The camera suddenly pulled back and Julian steadied a fiesty Brooke with his arms. That wasn't what she was planning to say, or what anyone was planning to hear, but it was live TV, what could ya do? The camera moved back to the reporter before anything else could be said.
"As you can see, this family is under great stress and their hearts are breaking. Any information about the whereabouts of the people you are seeing on your screen: eleven-year-old Jordan or Rachel Gatina, should be reported immediately by calling 1-800-THE-LOST or the local authorities."
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Rachel Gatina shut off the TV immediately and smiled. She walked over to the speakers and grabs a tape recorder. She then begins twirling it in her hands. She shoves it in her pocket and makes her way into another room. All the while, banging and yelling can be heard from the girls' bedroom.
Rachel immerged a half an hour later from the room just in time to greet Rory at the door, who has just gotten off the bus from school.
"Mummy can i watch TV?"
"Sorry babe, its broken."
"Aww man."
"Sorry."
"What's that banging?"
"Umm...just the washing machine. It's just jumping around."
"Okay. Can i go to my new room and play?"
"Sure can, baby, but i have to talk to you first..."
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Rory bounded into her room all excited to see her cousin Jordan.
"Jordan! I missed you!"
Rory went in to find Jordan pulling at a chain that was attached to the wall with thick screws. The chain was also attached around her ankle at the other end.
"Rory? Rory! Help me! We have to get out of here!"
"Why?"
"Cause you're mom is bad! She kidnapped us and she won't bring me home!"
"She didn't kidnap us. I wanted to go with her. And Mommy told me she saved you and that your Mommy and Daddy don't want you anymore. So you're my sister now."
"That's crazy."
"Then why havent they come to get you?"
"Becasue I'm missing! Don't you get it! I'm chained to the wall, Rory! This isn't normal for a foster care place...I would know! I was a foster kid till I got adopted."
"But Mommy said it's just because if you run back home, they will hurt you for coming back. And they don't love you anymore! They took me away from Mommy and they gave you to us to say sorry."
"Who told you that?"
"Mommy did."
"Well you can't believe her, Rory. She's an evil, bad person. She's lying."
"Don't say that!" Rory ran out of the room.
Jordan grunted and continued pulling at the chain until Rachel entered the room. Jordan immediately stopped and backed up into the corner.
"You don't believe me, huh? Is that right? You don't believe that i love you and Brooke doesn't anymore?"
Jordan shook her head. "That's not true. She loves me. She loves me..."
"Well maybe she just got sick of you. I mean, you have been fighting with Brooke lately, right? And Julian died in the hospital. So she's pretty upset right now and doesn't need you around to make things worse. You've only ever seen nice Brooke; you don't know what she's truely capable of."
Jordan started to cry. She now thought her Dad was dead.
"I'll never believe you..." She whispered.
"Oh yeah...well this is the reality that you have to live with." Rachel pulled the tape recorder out of her pocket and pressed play. The audio was choppy at best, but Jordan got the scued message. The recording was of Brooke's signature voice and Rachel's too; they appeared to be having a conversation.
"I found Jordan, Brooke! I'll bring her home now."
"Leave my family alone!"
"But Jordan is your family..."
"I hate you so much. Just...take her, Rachel"
"You want me to keep Jordan? But don't you love her anymore?"
"Know."
"But Brooke?"
"It... is... all i want."
Somehow, through the use of technology, Rachel had twisted Brooke's words from the TV interview to suit her needs. But Jordan didn't know that, and hearing her mother's words stunned her instantly.
"This was your mother's decision, not mine. So don't be mad at me. I'll let you think about that... and you can get out of that chain when I can trust that you won't run away, just so you can be sent back to Brooke to get yourself killed."
Jordan just continued to sit alone and cry and absorb what she had just heard. All the while, she still pulled at the chain, trying desperately not to believe it all.
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Little future spoilers to keep you eager!
- violence
- Julian's reaction to Christian
- Jordan is in big trouble
- death(s)
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