A/N: Okay finally got a new chapter! I think I have found my way with the rest of the story. With the last chapter there was some rush, but I think I am going to be able to explain it or make it make sense over the next couple of chapters.

Information to ponder on after reading this chapter. There is a reason behind all the weirdness going on through this chapter, if you are able to catch on it. Little clues throughout this chapter to prove my plot line by the end of the story.

Also warning, the end of this chapter gets closer to the M rating, if it will offend or bother anyone, I don't think it will, but just in case...

Thanks everyone!

Chapter 21: Just Be Careful

Everything has been changing. These past few weeks were slowly beginning to eat away at me with the presence of Julian Baker. Just when I was getting the impression that Julian was going to stop playing tricks on Brooke, he pulls another one today. I never trusted Julian, not even the first time I met him. The legal papers between me and him on the movie was the only thing I trusted.

I had to get out of there and I asked Brooke to come with me. She said she needed to take care of a few things and I didn't want her to be around him by herself. I was wondering if this was a mistake. If getting the both of us involved in this project was going to destroy us. She almost believed his lies, his manipulations.

I went to my car, pulled out my gym bag. I walked back inside Tric and I saw her. Brooke was talking to the actress Brittany, who she believed she saw me kissing. I still didn't know what happened to my shirt I came in here wearing…although I am sure that Julian took it and used it in his deception, I was going to do as Brooke asked. To leave it all alone. I was going to be professional about this and not let him or anyone else come between Brooke and me.

I went into the bathroom and started to change my clothes. Once I was out of my jeans, I heard the door open and in walked Clara, the actress playing Peyton.

"What the hell are you doing in here?" I quickly put on my shorts and waited for her response.

"Relax, the women's room is locked, and apparently no one around her knows how to open it."

She looked nothing like Peyton, but looked exactly like her. Clara had a different aura, there was no visible sadness in her that Peyton had, but she was really good at portraying it. I started to walk out the bathroom and she stopped me.

"You should be careful."

I turned to her.

"What do you mean?" I asked her.

"Julian. Just be careful." She played with her curls and looked at me in the mirror.

I walked towards her and leaned against the counter.

"Why do you say that?"

She looked back at the bathroom door and leaned in closer to me.

"I've been noticing what's been going on with you, Brooke, and Julian. I've worked with Julian before on a different movie and I've seen sides to him that I can't really describe. All I can tell you is to be careful." She patted me on the shoulder and she walked out of the bathroom.

In that moment, she reminded me a lot of Peyton and I smiled to myself. That smile quickly faded away when my mind was on repeat of her words. I walked out of the bathroom hoping it didn't seem suspicious that I was just in there with another woman. My eyes fell upon Julian. I had to use all my strength to hold back my fist breaking his face.

He walked towards me and I held back the urge with all that I had in me.

"Look Lucas, I am going to just say it. Be real with you." He crossed his arms.

"I like Brooke and I'll do whatever it takes to make her realize that you are not the guy for her."

I mirrored his stance.

"Oh really, and are you suggesting that you are?"

He grinned at me and looked towards Brooke.

"I think she deserves better than you. I know a lot more than you think, Luke. When Peyton and I were dating she would talk about the two of you. Not only did you kiss Peyton behind Brooke's back once, but you did it again with the same woman. Where's the 'forgive and forget' in that?"

I stepped closer to Julian and I felt that I could not hold my rage towards him back any longer.

"You obviously don't know Brooke at all. Her heart is bigger than anyone out there. I will live the rest of my life regretting the decisions I made back then concerning Brooke, but she is capable of forgiving and forgetting what I did to her." I didn't understand why I was trying to convince him or prove to him anything, but I told Brooke I would fight for her, prove to her and everyone else that she is the only woman I want and that I am completely in love with her.

"Maybe so, Lucas, but I don't even think that someone like Brooke can do both. I am sure she has forgiven you, but she will never forget it, Lucas. I will also tell you that I am not holding anything back. I want her, I didn't realize how strong my feelings could be for her, but they are and I will do what is necessary to prove that to her. She deserves better, Lucas, and maybe you should be the better person in all of this and let her go. What makes you think something like what happened with Peyton won't happen again. I know that you had fallen in love with your editor, Lindsey, a beautiful woman, who is like Brooke, but think about it, Luke. If you really are in love with Brooke, don't you think the best thing to do for her is to let her go? Let her try with someone else?" He handed me my book and it was opened to a certain page. I looked down and instantly knew which scene this was, my heart started to ache as I realized the point Julian was making.

I should have realized in that moment that Peyton was completely and irrevocably in love with me when I said Brooke's name. She asked me who I wanted by my side and I said Brooke. Looking back on it now I knew that she was devastated that I didn't say her name. Peyton Sawyer selflessly put her feelings aside and was going to help me get Brooke back. Peyton kept her feelings locked up and threw away the key, but I could tell she was trying to find where she threw the key so she could unlock and unleash all those feelings. I had just gotten out of a serious relationship with the woman I thought I was going to spend the rest of my life with. She had done the hardest thing any person could have done who was in love. She was going to let me try again with Brooke, she was going to stand by my side and help me win her back. The act of sacrifice. She was going to sacrifice her feelings for me, to give me and Brooke another chance. I think that was one of the reasons why I fell in love with her. Her act of sacrifice for my happiness, and Brooke's happiness. Peyton said…

"The most perfect act of love is sacrifice."

I closed the book and bit my lip. None of that mattered anymore. He was choosing poor evidence to prove his point. Peyton selfishly told Brooke beforehand that she was in love with me and that's what led Brooke to break up with me in the first place. Peyton knows the type of person Brooke is and that she would have broke up with me because of the sacrifice Brooke would have made for me and Peyton.

I couldn't be here anymore, I had to leave. I wanted to say bye to Brooke, but my gut, my heart was aching. I threw my bag back into my car, put my headphones in, turned my playlist on full blast. I just started running. I needed to clear my head. Was all of this happening? Was I letting Julian get to me? Was I letting his words eat away at my conscious? Was I pushing Brooke into another chance with me just to break her heart again? No, I would never break her heart again, not after everything we have been through, but was I taking away a chance for her to find true happiness even though it would break my heart to think that, that may not be me?

I wish Nathan and Haley were still here. I could use their advice. Then I remembered what Clara had said. She told me to be careful. Was Julian dangerous? Even if he was playing me, his words were making a point. I found myself running in the direction of a good friend's home. Yes, their perspectives on this could enlighten me.

I knocked on the door, and I tried to catch my breath. The door swung open and I was welcomed by a warm smile.

"Lucas, hi! Come in." She stepped aside and I walked in.

"Can I get some water?" I asked before my heart exploded.

She nodded and hurried to the fridge to get it for me.

"Uh, Marvin isn't here, but he should be back soon." She handed me the glass of water and I shook my head.

"Actually I was hoping to speak to you more so than Mouth." I did want to talk to Mouth too, but Millicent would be the better person.

I was getting my breath back and my heart rate down. Reminder to take my pill when I get home.

"Oh okay, what's going on?"

I had to admit it was great having Millicent stay in Tree Hill. She was making Mouth the happiest I have ever seen him and she was keeping Brooke company especially with Peyton away. She was also bringing New York with her too, something I knew Brooke missed.

"It seems that you are an outsider on my history with Brooke and I need your opinion." I was scared to hear the truth. To know if I was making a mistake by even thinking about letting Brooke go.

She nodded and sat opposite of me.

"Am I being selfish wanting another chance with Brooke? I know that she really hasn't been with anybody else, but am I taking away a chance for her to be happy with someone else? Someone that she could truly be happy with?"

She looked at me confused and she shook her head.

"Lucas, you are right, I am an outsider on your relationship with Brooke, but I also feel like I have been there from the beginning. Whenever Brooke would get sad in New York, she would tell me a happy time either with Peyton or Haley, but when she would tell me a happy moment with you, it was different." She started to flip through pages of a magazine as she smiled to herself.

"I don't know what it was, but it just seemed that whenever she talked about you, sad or happy, the glimmer in her eyes was always pure and real. Lucas she has always been in love with you and someone who doesn't even know your history can tell that just by looking at her when she's talking about you."

I smiled at her as I thought that was one of the countless reasons why I was in love with Brooke.

"So you don't think I am making a mistake."

She crinkled her nose.

"Lucas, why are you asking me this?"

"I just…I love Brooke so much and I am finally opening my eyes and my heart to realize that it's always been her, that maybe I am suffocating her, maybe I am the one who has been manipulating her to fall in love with me again and to give me another chance. Millicent, I just want her to be happy, to always be happy and I just feel…that maybe there could be something so much more for her than me."

She closed the magazine and furrowed her brow as she was thinking.

"I don't think Brooke would have said yes to another chance with you if it wasn't something she truly wanted. I think she has had opportunities to be with other people, I mean she told me about her dinner and the kiss with Julian."

My whole body flinched to think about the two of them kissing. It wasn't that her being with Julian would be a bad thing; it's just all the things he is doing to try to push me and her apart. Julian questioning myself seemed to be a part of his plan, but could he be right?

"I just don't want her to miss out on anything or someone else that could truly make her happy."

I didn't think that Julian was the best choice for Brooke. He was like a leech.

"Lucas, I just really think that if Brooke wanted anybody else she would listen to her heart and go for it, but her heart is with you."

"Thanks Millicent." I went to give her a hug but she held up her hand.

"I would hug you Lucas, but you smell and you're sweaty." She had an apologetic look on her face and I smiled at her.

I left and started walking back to Tric. Brooke was the most important person in my life. I would do anything for her, even let her go, if that's what I really needed to do.

I got back and took a deep breath. Once inside my eyes fell upon Brooke immediately. She was talking to David, the actor playing me. He said something that made her laugh, and it was one of her valuable laughs. She only laughed like that when it was something that genuinely got to her. I just sat back and watched her. Was she truly happy with me? I lost contact with her when I spotted Julian. He was talking to Brittany and the way they were talking, it seemed as if they were arguing. I was going to try and get closer them when someone stopped me.

"So did you have a nice run?"

I turned around and saw Victoria Davis.

"Miss Davis, I didn't realize you were here." I did hate that I was sweaty and gross in her presence, but then again I didn't think it really mattered.

"I was wondering if we could talk. It's one of the reasons why I am in Tree Hill."

"Among other things. Brooke told me about Hamer."

She grabbed my arm cautiously as to not get herself smelling dirty and pulled me outside of the building.

"What is this about, Miss—"

"For the love of God, Lucas, call me Victoria. I can not stand it when you or anyone else for that matter calls me Miss Davis." She crossed her arms and for a moment she seemed sad.

"Okay Victoria."

"I spoke to Richard a few days ago."

The change in her tone made me realize that this was something hard for her. Something that she didn't want to speak about, but she was opening up to me about it anyways.

"Of course, you must know that Brooke's father has been absent most of her life."

"I could say the same for you." I crossed my arms. I didn't want it to sound harsh; I just wanted her to realize that she hasn't done any better than her father.

"Yes, but when I spoke to Richard, he seemed that nothing Brooke has done in her life, the success and independence mattered to him. It made me realize was I the same way as him? Richard was the last person I ever wanted to be like. It made me come to the conclusion that I love my daughter and I would try to find the balance to make her see that I love her and I will support her in anything she wants to do."

The more Victoria spoke, the more it made me see that she was very uncomfortable in telling me this, but it was something that she had to do for Brooke and for herself.

"What are you saying Victoria?"

"I am saying Lucas that I want to know everything about my daughter. I want to help her in any way that I can. I did all the research I possibly could on this Sean Hamer. I spent lots of money hiring people to find out everything about this man who attacked Brooke. Lucas, I am beginning to think that Sean Hamer was not the person who attacked her."

The pit of my stomach caved and I felt sick. No, this nightmare was supposed to be over.

"Why didn't you tell Brooke this?" I looked around to make sure no one was listening, but I felt that someone was watching.

"Brooke doesn't need to live her life in fear, but maybe if you knew, maybe you could help protect her. Lucas, I—"

"Wait, what makes you think that Sean wasn't the one who attacked her? What did you find?" I stepped closer to her in attempts to keep our conversation more quiet.

"I have another folder full of files on Hamer, but I don't have it with me. I didn't want to risk Brooke finding it."

I had to admit that I was surprised by Victoria Davis. What could Richard have said to Victoria to make her change her mind about her relationship with Brooke?

"Victoria, you aren't scheming or trying to do anything to hurt Brooke are you?" I had to ask her before I got myself involved in what she was saying.

"Lucas, I don't expect you to believe me, not after everything I have put Brooke through, but she is my daughter and I am going to do whatever it takes to make things right by her." Victoria walked back inside and I was left alone.

This couldn't be happening. This was supposed to be over. If Sean was not the person who did this, then there was someone else. The person who attacked and broke Brooke was still out there. The person who threatened Haley and my family was still out there. What was I going to do? What were we all going to do?

"Lucas."

I turned behind me to find Julian. He didn't say anything, he just stared at me. Something about him and all of this was not right. I felt that all of this was not real. I looked away and I turned my whole body around to find that he was gone. I walked back inside to find Brooke reading.

I hurried over to her and she smiled.

"Hey you." She said gently and kissed me on the cheek.

"Ew, you smell so bad. So much for our day off." She smiled and went back to her reading.

She was reading the script.

"Haven't you read that already?" I asked as I sat down next to her.

"Yes, but Lucas, the stuff that you added in here about us, these are some memories that I nearly forgot. Why did you do that?" The look in her eyes was filled with passion.

"Because Brooke, I almost forgot those memories too. It was all those little memories that made me realize that it's always been you. I think we both have forgotten that we were truly in love and that although there were many obstacles that we had to go through, we overcame all of it." I took her hands in mine and I kissed them.

"Do you think we are making a mistake?" I just had to ask her. I needed to know from her if this was or wasn't a mistake.

"Lucas, why are you asking me this?"

I shook my head.

"I don't want you thinking that I am being selfish in hoping and wanting another chance with you. I know and feel this is right, but Brooke, if you want something else, somebody else, pretty girl, just tell me. I'll let you go and find true happiness, the happiness you have always deserved." I just needed to know.

She grinned and it slowly faded away.

"What happened to the boy who professed his undying love and devotion to prove to me for the rest of our lives that you were going to fight for me?" She caressed my cheek and I closed my eyes.

"I am and will always be the guy for you Brooke, but I don't want you to go into this with me again if you are not 100% sure that this is what you truly want and that I am not holding you back from anyone or anything else." My heart began to flutter again at the idea that she might say no, that she might not feel the same way.

She closed her eyes and leaned her forehead against mine.

"I want to tell you something and promise you won't get mad."

My jaw tightened as she said it.

"I promise."

She took in a deep breath.

"The night after I went out with Julian and he kissed me at your door, that night I fell asleep and had a dream. I dreamed that I was marrying Julian and not you."

My jaw clenched so tightly that I thought I was going to break it myself. She noticed and put her hand to my face. I loosened it a little.

"But the thing about it was, I think that I was using Julian as something else. Julian represented the choices that I do have Lucas. I could have said no to you and walked away, because I am sure that I could find someone out there who loves me just as much as you do and could give me the world, but Luke…" She took in a deep breath.

"The thing is no matter what happens, no matter the kinds of people I will meet, my heart is always going to belong to you and I've always known that, I have just always been afraid of it."

My face fell into her hand and I wasn't clenching my jaw anymore.

"Not Julian or any other man will ever replace you and I don't want anyone else. With everything you and I have been through it's you Lucas. It's always been you even if I had pushed you into the arms of other women."

I looked up at her and just knew that my love for her only grew stronger and bigger with every new moment I spend with her. She was the most unbelievable creature I have ever met. I had become the luckiest guy in the world to find and to have her be in my life.

I told Lucas that I was going to stay and that I needed to take care of a few things and I was going to start with Brittany. My eyes were not deceiving me as I saw her kissing someone who looked exactly like Lucas. Julian may have lied and said that he didn't call Lucas, but it didn't matter. I wanted to know what was going on and I was going to get answers.

"Can I talk to you?" It sometimes freaked me out to see the many resemblances of me in her.

She followed me into the room that was designed as Peyton's room. The red walls were still wet with paint.

"What is it Brooke?" She seemed nervous.

"Who were you kissing that looked just like my boyfriend?" I crossed my arms and waited.

"I don't know what you're talking about." She flipped her hair over her shoulder.

"Don't play games with me Brittany. I saw you and I saw you kissing someone who looked just like Lucas." I began to raise my voice but immediately calmed myself.

"Brooke, I don't know what you saw or think you may have seen, but it was not me kissing anybody who looked like Lucas. In fact, I haven't kissed anybody here today." She stormed away from me and I sat down in one of the seats.

This was ridiculous. Was Julian and Brittany teaming up and making me out to be crazy? I know what I saw. Lucas would never lie to me, not again, not ever after everything we have been through.

Why did I care? If this was one of Julian's tricks, then it was definitely working on me. I walked out of the room and I saw him. I couldn't believe that he started to sink to this level. I actually thought he was a decent guy, someone I could relate to with distant parents. I remember the night Lucas, Julian, and I were still here late one evening about a week ago.

I had just finished my sketches. I was so proud of myself. All the clothing was perfect. From Peyton's rocker Ts, Lucas's striped button down shirts, Haley's poncho, my skimpy clothes, and Nathan's track suits. Gah, that phase of track suits, I am so glad that's over.

Lucas was on the phone with his mom and had stepped away. My mother had been calling me and I really didn't feel like talking to her. For some reason I was still upset that she turned down my baby clothing line idea. I had never been more excited and she took that away from me.

"You keep turning off your phone. Anybody in particular?" Julian was looking over my sketches and pointed to the ones he really liked.

"My mother."

"I sense some tension there." He said with that grin. I rolled my eyes at him.

"Yes, our relationship has never been a good one and I tried getting her involved in my company and I still can't tell if it was a right decision or not." I looked down at my phone and she was calling again.

I decided to turn it completely off.

"You know how that one is." I remembered him telling me about his father and how he distanced himself from him.

"That's my father, my mother, on the other hand. I loved her so much." He stopped looking at my sketches and started looking at the script again, making notes.

"Loved? Past tense?" I looked over at him and there was something soulful about him.

He looked at me and rested his elbows on the table and leaned closer to me.

"I still love her; I just don't see her that much anymore. She's in an institution." He stiffened as he said it.

"I'm sorry. When you mean institution, you mean…"

"A psyche ward." He looked up at me and my heart fell a little.

"Wow, I am sorry, I couldn't imagine. Do you mind if I ask what happened?"

"I think one day just the stress of the family and my father's tyranny, she just snapped. We could never leave her alone. She would find some way to hurt herself. Once I found her in the bathtub. She nearly drank herself to death. I made the decision to put her in an institution. Keep her under constant supervision. I couldn't bear to take care of her anymore like that." He closed the script booklet so hard that it made me jump.

"I'm sorry; it seems my issues with my mother aren't that important anymore."

He looked at me and I saw what seemed like an innocence in Julian. I found it hard to believe that Lucas would call him distrustful and conniving. I just think Julian is misunderstood.

"Yeah, well we all have skeletons in our closets." He smiled and I smiled back at him.

"Do you need coffee or anything?" He asked me as he pushed his chair back to get up.

I shook my head. He rested his hand on my shoulder and walked away.

"What was that all about?" Lucas asked in a hardening tone.

"He just asked me if I wanted coffee." I looked down at my sketches again and the thought of his mother came back to me.

"Oh, it almost looked like he was making a move on you." There was no emotion in his tone.

I looked at him.

"I think you should cut Julian some slack, Lucas. I just really believe Julian is misunderstood. His family is just as dysfunctional as both of ours." I closed my sketch book and decided that I was going to head home.

Maybe I had been wrong about Julian all this time. Julian was walking in my direction and he handed me a glass.

"I brought you a glass of water. A peace offering?" He grinned again and I rolled my eyes.

"Not interested." I walked away from him.

"Brooke, wait, look I don't know what's going on with you and Lucas, but I haven't done anything that you have accused me of, I have no reason too."

"So what you are trying to say is that you don't want me and that you don't want Lucas and me broken up. Is that what you're saying?" I crossed my arms.

"Honest? I don't think you and Lucas are meant to be together, but I am not going to trick you into seeing or believing anything."

He was a good liar or he was telling the truth. Someone was lying to me. I could feel it.

"Whatever." I said to him. I felt like my head was going to explode. Everything that was happening right now was stressing me out.

"Here, seriously, take this water and I'll grab you some aspirin."

I took the glass, closed my eyes, and took in a deep breath. Maybe I just need a break, a vacation from everything. My mother telling me the news that Sean Hamer was dead and just believing Lucas was kissing another woman was stressing me out. I could feel Julian's presence near me. He handed me an aspirin. I took it and drank the entire glass of water.

"Thanks." I handed the glass back to him and walked away.

"Brooke, please, wait." He was walking after me and I didn't stop for him.

"What Julian? I mean is it not bad enough that you are scheming against Lucas and me? We are strictly professional only. How about you start acting like it."

He reached for my arm and grabbed it. I quickly jerked my arm free from his grasp.

He held his hands up in defeat.

"Brooke, honestly, yes, I don't think you belong with Lucas and I want to do what I can to prove to you that maybe a guy like me deserves a chance with you."

Then I saw it again, just now. That innocence I noticed about him a week ago.

"Julian, I am with Lucas and we are going to see where it goes on our own. I don't need you making points about the past, or, and I know you're lying, making me believe that he would cheat on me." I walked away from him again.

"What do I have to do, Brooke?"

It was almost devastating that he was trying this hard. I turned to look at him and was just going to say what needed to be said.

"Julian, I am with Lucas and that's final. Look these past couple of weeks, I have truly believed that there was some good in you. I really thought that you were just misunderstood, but you are beginning to prove to me that you are not trustworthy at all. If you want me at all as a friend, cut the bull shit. This is my choice and I don't need anybody especially you trying to ruin that for me." I walked away from him and tried to find my mother.

Victoria and the Nathan look-alike were still missing. Good grief, if they were doing something, I just hoped I didn't walk into it.

I sat down at one of the tables and I all of a sudden felt very calm and relaxed. Goodness, I guess that aspirin is doing its job. My headache was gone. I saw the rack of clothes that I designed. I smiled and walked over to the clothes. They were all listed by characters and I went through the clothes I made for Lucas. Of course, the night at Tric for the Halloween party was in the book. I looked over the horrendous Tommy Lee outfit Lucas wore that evening. I smiled to myself. He knew I liked pirates, but wore the Tommy Lee, rocker outfit, because that's what he thought I would like. The thought was sweet.

"Hey Brooke."

I snapped out of my reverie and saw David.

"Oh hey David."

All these actors were beginning to creep me out. They all looked just like us. I turned to face him.

"How are you?" I asked him.

Clara walked up beside him and bumped her hip into him.

"Hey there, Brooke." Clara said.

"Hi."

Seeing the actors who are playing Lucas and Peyton felt a little like high school. The moment became awkward as we three stood there.

"The clothes are great Brooke." Clara said.

"Yeah, they are, we are waiting on why we're still here, ya know?" David said as he shoved his hands in his pockets. A classic Lucas move.

"Yeah, I am noticing that you guys really aren't doing anything?"

Now that David said it, it did seem that everyone was just standing around, waiting for something to happen.

"I don't know, I think Julian is on a power trip right now. So we are running on his schedule." Clara said as she pointed towards Julian who was on the phone.

"I really don't like him. My agent said he was a great producer and said that if he's making a movie, it should be great for my career." David rolled his eyes.

I couldn't help but laugh because he resembled Lucas in so many ways. It was odd knowing there was someone else out there with Lucas-esque qualities.

"Oh, it seems like Matt is back."

I followed Clara's gaze and there was the actor who was playing Nathan. I wondered where my mother was now?

"Well we should go pretend like we're doing something. It was nice seeing ya Brooke." Clara threw her arm around David's shoulders and dragged him towards Matt.

Wow, it was like deja vu, Peyton was always like that with Lucas pre-dating him. I shook the feeling away and grabbed one of the scripts. As I flipped through the pages, I was just amazed that Lucas added so much more between me and him to emphasize the true nature of the relationship we shared.

"Hey you."

I snapped out of my trance and smiled at him.

Lucas was asking me all these questions, questioning if he was what I truly wanted. He is what I always wanted. I explained to him that Julian was just a representation of the choices I could have. I have the free will to choose to date other people, but Lucas is all that I want. I got the clarity I needed and Lucas was what I wanted and needed.

"Okay boyfriend, let's go home, please." I leaned down even though he still smelled so bad and kissed him. His mouth was salty and sweet at the same time.

"You do realize that they are going to figure it out. Brooke and Lucas aren't stupid." She slung her purse across the room and started pacing.

"You need to relax. They don't know anything. They don't have any proof about anything. You are going to be the one to blow it for us." He cut the light on to the room.

She followed after him and grabbed his wrist.

"You said you would take care of me. You haven't done shit yet! If you don't pay me already, I am walking." She turned her back on him and he grabbed her right arm and twisted it behind her back.

His mouth was at her ear and he breathed heavily against her skin.

"Things like this take time. No one else knows anything and you are my only one who needs to know anything at all. I am giving you so much more than money. I told you that Brooke is something personal to me. She will start to show signs of being a crazy person that she will drive Lucas away. I am sure of it."

She suddenly became turned on and started rubbing his dick through his pants.

"That's not fair. You know that turns me on when you grab me like that."

"Yeah, well you know that I can do a lot more than that to you." He turned her around to face him.

"This plan will work out and you will get everything you want and more." He kissed her violently nearly making her lip bleed from the teeth gnashing at her mouth.

After he had sex with her, she passed out and he grabbed his jacket and began to walk. Walking was something that relaxed him. It was the time he used to plan out his strategy. Brooke Davis was something that he was going to have. He clasped his hand around the bottle in his pocket and grinned to himself.

Thirty minutes later, he arrived at his destination. One of the lights was still on.

"Damn it." He looked at his watch. It was nearly one o'clock in the morning. What were they still doing up?

He found a place to hide and he was going to wait. He closed his eyes and remembered. He remembered the last time he had his hands on her. Her body was so firm, so inviting, but she kept resisting him that it only made him angrier. Brooke Davis was a fighter and that only made his anger grow.

He opened his eyes again and looked down at his watch. It was nearly two thirty in the morning. He made his move. He walked slowly and quietly like a snake through the grass towards the house. He crept towards the window of the room he knew Brooke resided. He was able to see in and saw that she was sleeping in the bed.

"Oh yes, everything was going to work out just nicely." He quietly said to himself.

I promise everything will make sense, maybe some of you will have put the pieces together and figured out what is going to happen til the end.

Up next: things start to fall apart... Stay tuned!