Hello everyone :) I havn't left a message lately so I thought that I should. I really just wanted to thank everyone who takes the time to read and comment this story. I have really been working hard on it lately and I love to know what you think. Okay here you go, I think you'll like this...

"Okay ready? One, Two, Three!"

Lucas felt the blindfold pulled away from his face, and he had to blink a couple times to actually take what was all around him. It was a living room of some sort, and he could definitely tell that Brooke was planning her own whacked out version of a perfect wedding. There were flowers all over the apartment, there were chairs lined up as though they would be expecting guests. There was also a delicious aroma of a variety of foods being baked throughout the house.

"Well?" Brooke smiled.

Lucas looked over and saw her in a pair of jean shorts, a yellow tank top and her hair up.

"It looks awesome." Lucas told her.

She smiled and reached over and kissed him hard on the mouth, then walked away and continued baking. Lucas realized he could not feel his hands.

He was sitting up in an old leather chair and he was tied at the legs and his hands were behind him tied as well.

Lucas had learned that no matter how angry he was feeling, to try and make her happy. He could already feel a bruise starting to form over his left eye as a result from the drive up there. He was zonked out for most of it but at one point he woke up and told her she was a fat slob and he could never love her, she slammed on the breaks and his head whacked the dashboard and she grabbed a hand full of hair and screamed in his fast for about five minutes, drugged him up again and when he woke up before when they were just arriving and she seemed happier then ever.

"So just wait until you see the view Lucas, this place is gorgeous. We are deep into the forest, so no one can find us." She smiled. "And right outside in our backyard we have a stream. So when we have children they can go fishing there with their daddy."

Lucas continued to be silent.

Brooke hummed happily throughout the next two hours and then sat down next to Lucas.

"Here you go sweetie." She had a plate of spaghetti in her hands and she had some on a spoon. "Its to early for you to be able to eat by yourself, don't worry I'll feed you myself."

Lucas took a bite and instantly made a face. The noodles were disgustingly chewy and the sauce was luke-warm. He couldn't help it he spit it out on the ground. He looked up at Brooke and she had a very angry look on her face.

"What the hell was that?" She asked. "I try and make you a nice meal before our wedding day and you spit it on the fucking floor?!" She yelled. "I work so damn hard on this relationship and all you do is whine, or cry, or complain!" She yelled louder. "Well aren't you going to say something?"

Lucas was actually scared. He didn't know what to say. He didn't want to make her angry, he really didn't want to make her angry.

"Well?"

"Uhh…" He stammered.

"AHHHHHHHH!" She yelled in annoyance and walked over and grabbed a knife out of the drawer and stuck it right to his throat.

"Brooke..please..what..what are you doing?"

"Oh now you can talk can you?"

"Brooke please don't do this."

"Do what kill you? You have been horrible to me Lucas…I just, I love you so much."

"I'm sorry." Lucas told her.

She looked over at him with tear in her eyes and she kissed his lips and then kissed his neck. She took off her top and then smiled at him. "I'm sorry too." She told him and started to unbuckle his pants.

Lucas closed his eyes, and felt like he was about to burst out crying. This is what he was afraid of, Brooke trying to make a move. HE couldn't do anything; HE couldn't move or stop her. As she fiddled around wit his belt he tried to think or anyone else, anything else!

Peyton.

He thought about her smile.

Her laugh.

Her sexy body.

Her caring heart.

Those times they made love.

The first time she said I love you.

That adorable giggle she has.

Peyton.

He loved her.

"NO!" Lucas yelled and shifted his body as hard as he could.

Brooke just had unbuttoned his pants and looked up with a surprised and annoyed look.

"What now." She asked annoyed.

"Kill me." He whispered.

"Excuse me?"

"I told you to kill me, we both sure as hell no that I'm not getting out of here. So kill me, that's the fate I'd rather have then for you to touch me, EVER again. Keep your hands, your mouth, your lips, everything away from me. I don't love you Brooke. I never have, I never will. Ever. I could never, ever love someone like you. You disgust me, you worthless bitch I hope you burn in –"

WHAM!

Lucas was cut off buy the frying pan being whacked across his head. It took him a couple minutes to revive himself and still when he opened his eyes he couldn't see straight.

"You will never talk to me like that again." Brooke told him, with the frying pan in one hand and the knife in the other. "You want to die? Fine."

With that she walked out of the room and disappeared. Lucas tried shaking his head trying to get rid of the pounding headache he had. He could feel the warm blood oozing its way down his cheek.

"Bitch." He whispered.

It took him several moments to realize that he smelt something burning. His fear instantly raised several notches. He looked around and could see smoke forming and his heart dropped when he saw out of the corner of his eye…fire.

Brooke opened the front door.

"So you'd rather die then be with me? Well then so be it. I hope you don't mind burning to death. Good bye Lucas."

"Brooke No!" He screamed.

He wiggled so vigorously to try and get out of that seat but it was no use. He was going to die here. He was going to burn to death. He felt the tears starting to form as he thought about everything he would miss.

His niece and nephew growing up.

Nathan and Haley.

His mother.

Keith.

Dan and Deb.

Work.

And most of all, Peyton. His heart was already breaking when he thought about her, finding out he was dead. He was horrible to her but she still loved him and he knew that. This would crush her and he hated himself for not being able to help her. His head was pounding even more furiously as he tried his final attempt to break free.

"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH." He screamed and kicked his body so hard that it flew him on the floor. He was on his side, but he was still attached to the chair.

"Dammit!" He screamed.

He looked around once more and could have sworn he heard Brookes evil laugh and that made him angrier then ever.

It was one thing that, that bitch was going to kill him. But now the last thing he would ever hear is her malicious laugh.