Gifts and Curses
Chapter 14: Grey
Grey skies clouding up the things we used to see with wide eyes It's all gone grey I found telling you the truth the hardest thing to get out And give it one more try I know every last regret inside of me is my own
Maybe everything was meant to be this way
Will it ever change
Or are we stuck here on our own
It's all gone grey
I know it wasn't you that made me feel this way
Will it ever change
Or are we stuck here on our own.
I don't know if I would stay
I feel so much better now
And baby begging me
Will leave you so empty inside
So you shouldn't even try
The way I hold them close has made me be this way
I will never change
I know I'm stuck here on my own, my own
"Grey" - Yellowcard
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Disclaimer: I own nothing except some of the story line… This is definitely going to turn into Brathan. Brooke and Lucas were going out, but then he cheated on her with Haley, Brooke's best friend. Brooke makes mistakes, it's what she does, but they aren't usually this huge. Now that she turned everyone away from her, will Brooke have to resort to Dan to have a normal life?
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I was in complete shock. Dan Scott was actually nice to me, and to top it all off, he was defending me. My thoughts were interrupted by Dan's rising tone.
"He was clearly taking advantage of her! She had just lost her parents, and that leech decides that he could get a few thousand out of her. Before that piece of shit even entered Tree Hill, Brooke Davis was on the Honor Role, captain of the cheerleading squad, and an active participant in the community. Do you really think that she would willingly enter into that circle of hell? If you don't let her leave this instant, Joe, you're going to have to deal with my lawyer. You do remember who that is, don't you?" He ended with yet again, his usual smirk.
The sheriff hesitated, and then cleared his throat. He slowly turned back to me, and said lowly, "Have a great rest of the evening, Miss Davis." With that he turned to the paperwork on his desk, and started to read.
Dan and I both rose from our seats and walked out of the office. Outside, in the hallway, I turned to him with a questioning expression. He just chuckled. "Nathan seemed to have a soft spot for you once, Brooke. He doesn't need anything to take him from basketball. So from now on, don't make any scenes, and don't distract him." With that he walked down to the front lobby, and reached the door, but not before saying, "I'll see you in my office tomorrow at 3:45." And left.
Did I just sell my soul to the devil?
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Did I say the devil? I mean the bane in my existence! Dan Scott must be the most evil man in the entire world, and for some reason I can't get rid of him. Everywhere I turn, he's there lurking!! I wondered out of school one day, okay so I was really trying to skip class, but whatever, so I go around the corner, and there he was… parked next to my fucking car! I mean I understand if he just needed a place to park, but he was leaning against his car like he KNEW what I was going to do, before I ever did. And he of course found out my cell phone number, and leaves these really cryptic messages on my voice-mail.
However, it seems like he's the only person that ever waits for me anymore. And I know for a fact, that he's the only one calling my cell nowadays. Ain't that a sad thing? So I made my choice, and decided to help the dev-erm I mean Dan. It couldn't be that bad, right?? I mean I fell in love with Nathan, so he has to have some sort of gentleness to him… I hope.
The last message he left me was about me getting a job over at his office. He said that now that I didn't have Cal with me anymore and that my parents aren't around any longer, and that I would need to bring in some sort of income myself. I fully agreed with him, not that I actually told him that to his face, but I just wasn't certain on working with him five days a week. And plus, what if Nathan comes in to see his dad… not very likely mind you, but with my luck, you never know. But on the other hand, he's going to pay a lot, and I really DO need money. Sigh… what's a girl to do?? Hmmm maybe I should find another abusive drug addict, and see if they want to be my sugar daddy. Pfft.
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"Did you think about what I've asked?"
"Of course."
"And…?"
"Well… there has to be some sort of agreement between the two of…"
"Now, Miss Davis, I thought we did have an agreement. For you to trust me. So far, I have been beyond generous. I mean I've given you some money to live. I stopped you from getting arrested alongside your boyfriend. And I'm offering you a job, so you can live more than comfortably. I could call the sheriff back, and tell him about that suspicious looking small baggie of white powder I found in your car the other day. Hmm, wouldn't that just look smashing on your record? Perhaps, I can also advise the sheriff to think about a season of rehab? Hmm? Won't that fashion school love to read about that?"
All that I could respond with was a sigh.
"Do you not agree, Miss Davis?"
"Yes, sir."
"And your decision about working for me, Miss Davis?"
"… … When do I start, sir?"
Fuck!! He seriously has me by my non-existent balls, and I can do nothing about it. I gave him a small smile. I guess I might as well make this a little pleasant.
"Well, since you seem to be dressed for the occasion, how about right now? You don't have anything else to do, correct?" He responded, as if he really cared about my answer. Thank God I'm not on the squad anymore. Not like he'd accept that as an excuse.
"Sounds good, sir." By the end of this week, I'm going to throw up if I have to say the word 'sir' again. Sigh… Sigh again. Life is going to suck… majorly.
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Leper. Such an interesting term, huh? I saw on this one Monk episode, that lepersy wasn't contagious, but then why has everyone ignored me. It's like I'm a fucking pariah!! Walking down the hallways at school, is like some wild west showdown between my old friends and me. Old friends. Wow. I remember growing up thinking that the first time I would ever say 'old friends' would be when I was in my forties. It's scary how things change so quickly. Haley was supposed to be my Maid of Honor at Lucas' and my wedding, and by then her and Nathan were supposed to have had babies, and they were supposed to be the ring bearer and flower girl. Now I'm going to grow up dry and shriveled. Wonderful.
I could also be like those women on Sex and the City. They're pretty old and they still have sex! Oooo and they live in the city! Yeah but that's fictional. And life… so isn't. Fuck. Maybe I should have married Mouth already. He'd treat me right. And he's too kind to cheat on me. Or call me a slut. Or get me addicted to drugs. Or sell me off for said drugs. Or blackmail me into doing all of his bidding. He'd treat me right. But sometimes I wonder if he isn't fictional as well. I mean how can a guy be that sincerely nice?
Gah!! I have to stop with this depressive shit. It needs to go away.. Like woah!
Hmm.. I've never noticed that the walk to my locker was so long, until today. Note to self: use money from Dan to buy you a new iPod… ooo the pink one! End Note.
As I finally ended up at my locker, I noticed something strange about it. It looked like a piece of paper was sticking out. God, what now? Some hater sending me some more hate mail? Losers. I swiveled my combo in, and as I opened the door, it fell on the ground. Kneeling down and picking it up, I noticed that it didn't have any newspaper letters on it, or some weird cryptic lettering. Sighing, I read it. "I'm sorry. -Lucas" … Okay? So why was my ex-boy toy sending me notes, in my locker no less? I looked around real quick, making sure nobody was playing any practical jokes on me… again. Seeing nothing strange, I looked back at the note. Sorry for what? For cheating on me? For treating me like crap? For abandoning me? For having his weirdo dad take over my life? I don't need his 'sorry's.
Crumbling up his note, I started to walk away. Stopping for like two seconds, I decided against my decision of throwing it out. I flattened it out, and folded it in half, and put it in my back pocket. Hearing the warning bell, I shuffled off to class.
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That was the heaviest piece of paper ever. Through all of my classes, all I could think of were those three words. Fucktard. I mean how dare he?!!
I rushed out of school, not feeling like being part of everyone's attention, and headed straight to my car. I slowed down, and saw what looked to be another note, but under my windshield wiper. Great. I grabbed it quit and jumped into my car. There inside, I opened it up. My face fell right away after I read what it said. "2:50. My house. -D"
Fuck. Double fuck. Dan is now traveling away from voicemails to little love notes. Looking down, I saw that I had less than ten minutes to get to his house, so I booked it over there. I hurried and slammed my car door shut when I reached his driveway. Shoving my purse on my shoulder, I ran up to the steps, and opened his door. No way was I ever going to wait on his stoop for him to let me in. Negative!!! I went straight to his office, and sat in the chair right in front of his desk. His eyebrows went up, but didn't say really much of anything.
We sat there for about five minutes until he got up, and went around his desk to sit on it in front of me. I couldn't really get much from his expression. I know it's not his usual smug face, however.
"Are you ever going to stop, Brooke?" That caught my attention. My head shot up. Not only was he not sarcastic but he used my first name. I still didn't understand the question though.
"What do you mean?" Clearly puzzled.
"What do I mean. What I mean is, are you ever going to stop playing fucking games with your life?" That definitely caught my attention. He was angry, but I've never seen him this angry, ever.
"Look, I still don't understand, so if you're not going to explain, then why am I still here?"
He gives a chuckle to that. As if he has some fucking comedian inside his skull telling jokes.
"What a great question. Why are you still here? I thought that after Cal basically sold your body off like some common whore, you would change a few things. But no, I checked up on you, and guess who still is keeping her nose busy? Ding, ding!!! Ran out of time. You!"
I just sat there with a shocked expression. I mean what do you say to that?
"I keep giving you opportunity after opportunity! And you keep fucking up! How much money would it take for you to stop using?? Hmm? Because obviously the pure need to stay alive isn't working with you. Do I have to monitor you every step of the way? Because you know I will. Answer me!"
I have never, and I mean this honestly, ever seen him this angry with a person. Usually he's just ticked off that he isn't the big guy in a situation, but this time he seems sincerely pissed off.
"I didn't think that you… that you um…well to be honest… cared about that." My answer still carried a question mark at the end, and I could tell he was disappointed with my reply.
"Well I care that the money that I'm going is going straight from my hand and up your nose. I'm paying for you to eat, and to live comfortably. Not tweeked out in the back of some guys car, willing to do anything for some more smack."
What. The. Fuck.
"You've been spying on me?!!!" I shouted at him. This has gone too far.
"You're damn right I've been spying on you! What you think I would just hand my money away, just like that? Please, you're addicted, Brooke. It's been almost three weeks after that incident, and for some reason I thought that after everything you've been through, that you might change a few things. Now I see that I'm wrong. So what do I have to do to try and save you?"
"…"
"…"
Silence can be deadly.
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A.N.: Sorrry!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! X 292845793485349874. I feel so bad.. Its been forever since I wrote.. But there has been many, many, many reasons!! The biggest being that my laptop exploded on me!! It was sad.. We had to have a burial. And I just got Vista.. And it sucks major balls!! Gah!!!! Sniff Sniff Hopefully you enjoyed this brand spanking new chappie. I don't know if I'm going to write another one tonight.. But soon!!! I'm leaving for my mom's house in Florida the 16th and I wont be back until the 30th. I havent decided if I was going to bring my lappy… we shall see… Ooo how amazing was the Brooke vs. Derek vs. Peyton fight… epic!!! 3
Here's a sneak peek for chapter 15:
He wasn't that bad. Calling him the devil was a little drastic. I mean he's here trying to save the rest of my pitiful existence. The least I could do is follow some rules.
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"Hey man, isn't that Brooke with your dad?? Since when do they hang out??"
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Looking into his eyes, I see a hauntingly familiar resemblance to Nathan. Shaking my head, I whispered, "What's wrong with me? He's old enough to be your father." Looking back up, I saw him standing in the same spot I left him. I rushed over and said, "Fuck it."