It was about six o'clock two hours since Peyton had practically flew through the door in a mess and crashed into his arms nearly bringing him to the floor with her. Now Lucas held a bedraggled, sobbing Peyton on his lap, rocking her back and forth. His shirt was soaked through with her tears. He continued searching for the right words but it was once again to no avail.

He knew deep down, that healing went beyond his words. He also knew that by tomorrow all her fortifications would be up and stronger than ever. Lucas knew that whatever caused Peyton to break, would destroy everything he managed to form with her. The trust would be gone and she would return to being ice cold. All the thoughts running through his head brought the tears to his eyes again. 'She doesn't deserve this' he thought to himself. He had tried to sooth her enough so that she would tell him what happened but she refused to talk. And the more she broke the more frustrated he became and the closer he became to going and killing whoever it was that had gave her that final push her over the edge. Him and Peyton were meant to be going to a special gathering in resemblance of Ellie in about an hour that Brooke was hosting at the school. She had rung his brother Nathan and told him to tell him that she wanted Peyton to come out to Tric tonight because she knew Peyton would hang up if she phoned her directly. 'Peyt...what is it let me help you' he pleaded frantically wanting desperately to take her pain away but she stiffened and pulled away from him looking blankly into his impossibly blue eyes and if he thought his heart had been broken before his already battered heart ripped just that little bit more. To come so close to pure love and loose it so violently is something no medication can heal. His heart is more than broken it's obliterated, what beats in his chest is merely a mass of angry muscle that will function only until he can help her through this pain. Over wise he'll loose her forever.

'Peyt...' he tried but she got up abruptly and walked fast paced out of the room, leaving him boring into her back. He flinched and shut his eyes tight as he hears her bedroom door bang shut. The slam of the door was the tempest inside Peyton made audible. It was how she wrote her pain into the air, hoping that someone would understand how to stop the storm - praying that there would be enough love in the world to clam the winds that tore at her insides. He wasn't stupid...deep down he knew who she went to see but he told himself she wasn't that stupid. She was with Axl. What if he had hurt her again the way Sammy had? What if he had made her do drugs again?

the fire inside him burned violently. Every violated thought was like gasoline to it, his fists began to clench and his jaw rooted. When the final mento had almost been added to the coke inside of him that's when the

mobile in Lucas' back pocket buzzed notifying him that a voicemail had been received and he listened to it immediately. "Hey Luke... it's Haley. I just wanted to make sure you and Peyt are coming tonight. Nathan just went by to Axl's and there's no one home, I think his up and left which is a good thing considering that we all know how you felt about him. It was about time he skipped town we all knew he was dragging Peyton right back down to the shit. Sorry to bug you if your with her. Just checking on you is all. I'll see you in about an hour." He let out an exasperated sigh partly because a part of him was overjoyed that Axl was finally gone out of their lives all together and because he didn't want Peyton to have to put up a front while she was like this. He scrolled down on his contact list pressing the button to select her name and ring her phone.

He waited patiently while it rung and then the sweet level headed voice of his best mate echoed into his ear. 'Hey Hales' he said not even recognizing the cracked voice that left his mouth, sounding choked with emotion. 'Luke...what's...what's wrong?' he heard her voice come from the other line painted with worry. 'Hales...she's not up for it she can't come tonight...she won't even let me in, I don't know what I'm suppose to do?' he choked out swallowing the painful lump that had seemed to sneak it's way into his throat when he had been least expecting it. 'Luke...I don't think there is anything you can do at this point in time...she's just lost yet another person in her life and I can't even imagine the memories that it brought up...She needs time, I'll tell Brooke to call it off and you guys can have some time alone tonight' he nodded mutely although he knew she couldn't see. 'Ok thanks Hales' he muttered as he heard he say goodbye down the phone before he snapped it shut.

Emotional pain leaves invisible scars, yet they can be traced by the most gentle of touch. Sometimes, like a cyst, the "wound" must be opened to be healed; other times a well meaning person may seek to heal what should be left alone. If it can be ignored and a normal happy life resumed, isn't it kinder to have faith in the natural healing process?

Nobody wants to hurt, yet if his pains can be used to help her, He is blessed. Perhaps his scars are his road-map, maybe he'd be lost without them. If we hear with our hearts, we can care and not scare, we can heal and bring ointment to invisible wounds in the hope they can be reduced to scars and fade in time.

He looked towards the open door and stared at the steps pondering on whether he should go and see if he could take some of her pain away. He knows exactly how she's feeling, he felt the same way when Keith died. She feels alone, lost... incapable of doing even the smallest tasks. And this was only the beginning, the beginning of the pain, the suffering and the endless congo line of emotions that were in store for her. Before he could think rationally he was in front of the staircase, his hand gripping so tightly onto the banister that his knuckles had started turning white. And then he was taking the steps two at a time and before he knew it he could hear the quiet weeping coming from her room. Making his heart constrict painfully in his chest. He stood there for about two minutes psyching himself up but the harsh sob that he heard rip from her, was his final straw and he found himself slowly opening her bedroom door.

'Peyt? he queried as she suddenly went silent not wanting him to hear her crying, unbeknownst to her he had heard it all. 'Luke...is that you?' he closed his eyes tightly her words cutting him like a shard of glass. 'Baby...Let me help you...please...this is killing me seeing you like this' he begged desperately but still remained at his place in the doorway. He almost hit the wall in frustration when she didn't respond, but what did he expect. He stood there for about a minute before her voice filled the air catching him of guard a little. 'You were right...he...his in love with me' he was felt a sinking feeling in his stomach and moved from his place in the door way. 'Luke can you like...just hold me...just make it stop please' he felt his own eyes prick with tears as a fresh sob ripped her throat raw and he instantly climbed into bed with her holding her close to his heart. And whispering soothing words to her as she wept, until she eventually cried herself to sleep.

He found that he couldn't get himself to relax and lay awake haunted by how broken she was, he needed to sooth himself tell himself this was all gonna be okay, that they'd get through this together. But he found himself doubting it with every passing second. He placed his large calloused hand on her rounded stomach closing his eyes, as he felt his unborn child kick against him. Looks like they were both awake. He smiled lightly when he felt the baby kick even harder against his hand, excited that it's daddy was in the room. It always amazed him when this happened, he remembers the first time Peyton ever felt their baby kick she had screamed and he thought there was something wrong. But then her eyes had filled with tears and she gripped his hand tightly pulling it to her belly and he felt his child kick for the first time. As they both shared a look of pride and love. He then found that sleep came a little easier and let himself shut his eyes.


He woke up to the sound of small whimpers next to him, it was probably about ten thirty at night. His icy eyes looked over to Peyton whose was sweating immensely, her skin bleach white as she her, her breathing erratic like she was gonna hyperventilate any second. He sat up slowly his eyebrows etching together in evident concern as he gripped her shoulder. 'Peyt' he rasped out trying to shake her out of this...this night terror of hers. He put his other hand on her leg and that's when she freaked out. We can never truly feel another's pain, but that scream of Peyton's cut it pretty close. It was the kind of scream that puts every other thought on hold and roots everyone close in the very same agony. It was the kind of scream that made your blood run cold. It pierced the brain and ignited some primeval pathway.

He frantically pulled her thrashing form into his arms as she continued to cry out in the most bone crippling fear he had ever heard. 'PEYT BABY WAKE UP!' he shrieked as she continued going though the motions the screaming the crying tearing him up with every pained sound that left her mouth. 'IT'S OVER, YOUR ALRIGHT!' he shouted desperately as she gripped her bump in a vice grip still crying but she seemed to be coming to.

Once he was sure she was fully awake, and had calmed down a little he pressed a firm kiss to her head holding her so tight he could've made her stop breathing. 'I'm here...I'm gonna make it stop...I'm gonna make it stop' he promised her as she breathed heavily her entire being shaking with terror. He repeated the words to her over and over like a mantra because he knew she needed to hear them. The silence of her bedroom made his blood as cold as the autumnal air that crept through the open window. it was a poison to him, for in that void of sound the shallowness of their her erratic breathing was laid bare.

'I...I'm sorry' he caught on to her say and instantly shook his head. 'You have nothing to apologies for baby...it's gonna be ok, we'll get through this together' he whispered as he felt her relax a little in his arms. There was absolutely no words. He lost. It slowly seeped in how much of a fool he had been, he should have seen this all coming. What ifs? feel his mind and he knows there is no way in hell his letting her go right back down to where they started. It wasn't an option. He was gonna make it stop. One way or another for the sake of her and their unborn child. And also for himself.


A/N: So there it is I hope you enjoyed. Would Love and appreciate knowing what you think and the next spoiler is Brooke and Peyton finally talk it out...will it all go to plan.

LeytonFan4Eva xxx