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Told in Brooke's POV
I get home to an empty house; my parents are gone--drinking martinis on some beach in Mexico. Throwing my bag onto the counter I search the liquor cabinet for some good solid vodka. Oh good, a full bottle, I forget about a cup—I'm in for drinking straight from the bottle. I drop onto the couch, turning on the television, there has to be some crappy soap on at this time of day. The cool liquid flows down my throat; it feels refreshing as it washes away my memories. The heroin on TV has just slapped her cheating husband, I give her a salute; we girls got to stick together, their arguing is the last thing I remember.
My head feels funny and there this buzzing sound that pounding into my ears. Someone is trying to take my bottle from me; I fend them off with a slap of my hand.
"That enough hard vodka for you today Brooke," I know that voice it belongs to a backstabbing ex best friend.
"Go away bitch, haven't you done enough damage to me?" I take a swing for my bottle, I can see that there still some vodka in the bottom.
"No, you had enough—I know you're mad, but getting yourself drunk is not going to help matters." She takes the bottle over to the sink and pours away my precious vodka.
"I just get another one, my parents stoked up the cabinet before they left. Ha you didn't know that did you, the almighty Queen Peyton can't control everything." I laugh as the world blurs around me.
"I already poured it all down the drain," I see a group of bottle all shapes empty surrounding the sink.
"How dare you bitch," I jump up as I say this, but my body forces me down again. Peyton runs over to me "get away from me; I can take care of myself. You can't stop me you know I just get it somewhere else."
"Brooke, I know you hate me right now, but I'm not going to sit by and watch you do this to yourself."
"Too bad, why are there two of you? You know what both of you are trespassing on my property. I want you to take both of your sorry asses and get the hell out of my house." My eyes can't focus, I feel my stomach tighten. Clutching my mouth I run to the sink as the contents of my stomach come up to meet me. I can feel Peyton next to me, pulling my hair back. My stomach calms as she turns on the water, cool droplets glide down my face. I feel a wet washcloth grace my face; the room seems to be coming into focus. "I don't want you here; shouldn't you be taking care of your new boyfriend?"
"You shouldn't be alone right now," her arms lead me back to the couch, all the time keeping the washcloth pressed against my forehead.
"But I am alone because of the two of you, you wanted me to be alone Peyton. Why don't you leave, so your mission will be complete?" I can see my words have hurt her, good she deserves some pain to come her way.
"I never wanted to hurt you, Brooke you're my best friend."
"Correction, I was your best friend, now we're nothing to each other. Now will you please leave, my head is killing me and you're only making it worse." I lay my head back against the couch, closing my eyes, shutting everything out. I hear her leave, but I don't move; I just sit there as I let sleep take me over.
When I wake up its dark out, the clock reading 5:30 am; my head still aches, but the pounding isn't as strong. My stomach is grumbling for something to eat, I fumble to the fridge looking inside for something eatable. I grab a strawberry yogurt, it feels good going down. I leave the empty container on the counter as I travel upstairs. Stripping off my clothes I turn the shower on full blast, stepping in I let the hot water massage my back. I wash off all the remaining after affects of yesterday, I wasn't going to let them win. I was going to take back my life, I not going to be a coward, living my life in fear of running into either one of the backstabbing cheaters.
Its 6:30 am when I emerge from the bathroom, I pick out some jeans and my sapphire t-shirt with a bunch of flowers on front, I grab a back hoodie as I run downstairs. My stomach is still grumbling, I guess it wants more than a measly yogurt. Piling into my BMW, I drive around looking for a restaurant. The first place I see is Karen's Café; I'm too hungry to look anywhere else. Parking I stroll inside, Lucas isn't there (thankfully), Karen see me and smiles in my direction. I walk over to the counter and sit down.
"Hey, Brooke what can I get for you to eat?"
"Some strawberry pancakes sound delicious, with some toast on the side and a glass of milk would be great."
"That a big breakfast this early in the morning," I guess Karen doesn't see me as the kind of girl who eats a lot of food.
"I just really starving this morning," my stomach makes a loud grumble.
Karen smiles, "Well in that case I should go put an APB on those pancakes," she leaves and goes into the kitchen.
"Do you want some coffee while you wait?" Haley is standing behind me with a pot of coffee in her hand, my stomach tightens again.
"Um no thanks Tutor Girl, I think I pass." I give her a weak smile and turn around.
"Look Brooke I know we don't know each other, but I think what Lucas did to you was horrible." Haley has taken a seat residing next to me.
"You and me both," I keep my eyes ahead, trying to not let the smell of coffee get to me.
Haley puts the pot down, thankfully far away from me, "you going to school toady because if you aren't I could take some notes for you, I'm in two of your classes."
That surprise me, but I regain myself, "You don't have to take pity on me Tutor Girl, its not the first time a guy has dump me for someone else," I try to keep the bitter out of my voice.
"I'm not pitting you, I be the first one to say that what Luke did to you was a real jackass move." I turn and look at her "He my best friend but Luke is an ass sometimes, even Karen admits it—look at who his father is."
I laugh, Haley was just being nice "Yeah thanks that would be really helpful, besides you owe me—I got you hooked up with Nathan."
"True and I have been meaning to thank you for that. Look if you ever need someone to talk to, you know where to find me." She hoped off her stool and return to work.
Five minutes later Karen came with my order, "Here a big pile of pancakes with extra strawberry topping, your toast, and a nice big glass of cold milk, enjoy." Karen walk back into the kitchen, I look around and notice how busy the place was getting. Enjoying my food I didn't notice a certain blond come in to the café.
I heard his voice behind me, but he wasn't talking to me, he was directing his voice to someone else. "What is she doing here Mom?"
Karen voice didn't falter "Eating some breakfast."
"But, does she have to eat it here?" Lucas sounded like a five year old whining for attention.
"This is my café Lucas, Brooke has the right to eat here if she wants. She is a nice girl and she was hungry, I'm not going to turn her away."
"Would it be ok if I did?" my courage was crumbling and tears were gathering in my eyes.
"No and I'm ashamed to hear you talk like that, I raise you to have more manners than that Lucas. Now you will leave Brooke alone or you will be the one shown the door. Go sit down over by the window and I will be back with your breakfast." Lucas didn't reply, I heard him walk over to the window. My plate clean, I drown the rest of my milk. Standing up I quickly walk over to the cash-register, pulling out my purse to pay.
"That will be seven dollars and fifty cents," Haley stated. I handed her a ten, "Out of ten would be two-fifty back, thanks and please come again."
"Thanks and could you tell Karen the pancakes were great?" I asked as I put my change in my purse.
"Sure no problem, hey Brooke are you ok? You don't look to hot."
"If that a crack at how crappy I look."
"No I mean you look like you don't feel good, are you coming down with something?"
I didn't answer because I had to grab the nearest trash can, as my breakfast made a re-entry into the world. "Maybe I am," I whisper before I threw up again.
I don't remember much after that, I tend to block out when I make an ass out of myself. All I remember is Karen took me into the kitchen and sat me down; she put her hand on my forehead to check for a fever. Then she wet down a washcloth and put it against my forehead, I would be lying if I said it didn't feel good to be mother over.
"Well you don't have a fever, but I think you should go home and lie down. You probably just have the stomach bug that going around, Haley will drive you home."
"That's really nice of you, after I probably scared all your customers away with the fear of food poisoning."
Karen laughed, (she has a great laugh) "Oh well I really didn't like this job anyway. You just go home now and get better."
Told in Brooke's POV
I get home to an empty house; my parents are gone--drinking martinis on some beach in Mexico. Throwing my bag onto the counter I search the liquor cabinet for some good solid vodka. Oh good, a full bottle, I forget about a cup—I'm in for drinking straight from the bottle. I drop onto the couch, turning on the television, there has to be some crappy soap on at this time of day. The cool liquid flows down my throat; it feels refreshing as it washes away my memories. The heroin on TV has just slapped her cheating husband, I give her a salute; we girls got to stick together, their arguing is the last thing I remember.
My head feels funny and there this buzzing sound that pounding into my ears. Someone is trying to take my bottle from me; I fend them off with a slap of my hand.
"That enough hard vodka for you today Brooke," I know that voice it belongs to a backstabbing ex best friend.
"Go away bitch, haven't you done enough damage to me?" I take a swing for my bottle, I can see that there still some vodka in the bottom.
"No, you had enough—I know you're mad, but getting yourself drunk is not going to help matters." She takes the bottle over to the sink and pours away my precious vodka.
"I just get another one, my parents stoked up the cabinet before they left. Ha you didn't know that did you, the almighty Queen Peyton can't control everything." I laugh as the world blurs around me.
"I already poured it all down the drain," I see a group of bottle all shapes empty surrounding the sink.
"How dare you bitch," I jump up as I say this, but my body forces me down again. Peyton runs over to me "get away from me; I can take care of myself. You can't stop me you know I just get it somewhere else."
"Brooke, I know you hate me right now, but I'm not going to sit by and watch you do this to yourself."
"Too bad, why are there two of you? You know what both of you are trespassing on my property. I want you to take both of your sorry asses and get the hell out of my house." My eyes can't focus, I feel my stomach tighten. Clutching my mouth I run to the sink as the contents of my stomach come up to meet me. I can feel Peyton next to me, pulling my hair back. My stomach calms as she turns on the water, cool droplets glide down my face. I feel a wet washcloth grace my face; the room seems to be coming into focus. "I don't want you here; shouldn't you be taking care of your new boyfriend?"
"You shouldn't be alone right now," her arms lead me back to the couch, all the time keeping the washcloth pressed against my forehead.
"But I am alone because of the two of you, you wanted me to be alone Peyton. Why don't you leave, so your mission will be complete?" I can see my words have hurt her, good she deserves some pain to come her way.
"I never wanted to hurt you, Brooke you're my best friend."
"Correction, I was your best friend, now we're nothing to each other. Now will you please leave, my head is killing me and you're only making it worse." I lay my head back against the couch, closing my eyes, shutting everything out. I hear her leave, but I don't move; I just sit there as I let sleep take me over.
When I wake up its dark out, the clock reading 5:30 am; my head still aches, but the pounding isn't as strong. My stomach is grumbling for something to eat, I fumble to the fridge looking inside for something eatable. I grab a strawberry yogurt, it feels good going down. I leave the empty container on the counter as I travel upstairs. Stripping off my clothes I turn the shower on full blast, stepping in I let the hot water massage my back. I wash off all the remaining after affects of yesterday, I wasn't going to let them win. I was going to take back my life, I not going to be a coward, living my life in fear of running into either one of the backstabbing cheaters.
Its 6:30 am when I emerge from the bathroom, I pick out some jeans and my sapphire t-shirt with a bunch of flowers on front, I grab a back hoodie as I run downstairs. My stomach is still grumbling, I guess it wants more than a measly yogurt. Piling into my BMW, I drive around looking for a restaurant. The first place I see is Karen's Café; I'm too hungry to look anywhere else. Parking I stroll inside, Lucas isn't there (thankfully), Karen see me and smiles in my direction. I walk over to the counter and sit down.
"Hey, Brooke what can I get for you to eat?"
"Some strawberry pancakes sound delicious, with some toast on the side and a glass of milk would be great."
"That a big breakfast this early in the morning," I guess Karen doesn't see me as the kind of girl who eats a lot of food.
"I just really starving this morning," my stomach makes a loud grumble.
Karen smiles, "Well in that case I should go put an APB on those pancakes," she leaves and goes into the kitchen.
"Do you want some coffee while you wait?" Haley is standing behind me with a pot of coffee in her hand, my stomach tightens again.
"Um no thanks Tutor Girl, I think I pass." I give her a weak smile and turn around.
"Look Brooke I know we don't know each other, but I think what Lucas did to you was horrible." Haley has taken a seat residing next to me.
"You and me both," I keep my eyes ahead, trying to not let the smell of coffee get to me.
Haley puts the pot down, thankfully far away from me, "you going to school toady because if you aren't I could take some notes for you, I'm in two of your classes."
That surprise me, but I regain myself, "You don't have to take pity on me Tutor Girl, its not the first time a guy has dump me for someone else," I try to keep the bitter out of my voice.
"I'm not pitting you, I be the first one to say that what Luke did to you was a real jackass move." I turn and look at her "He my best friend but Luke is an ass sometimes, even Karen admits it—look at who his father is."
I laugh, Haley was just being nice "Yeah thanks that would be really helpful, besides you owe me—I got you hooked up with Nathan."
"True and I have been meaning to thank you for that. Look if you ever need someone to talk to, you know where to find me." She hoped off her stool and return to work.
Five minutes later Karen came with my order, "Here a big pile of pancakes with extra strawberry topping, your toast, and a nice big glass of cold milk, enjoy." Karen walk back into the kitchen, I look around and notice how busy the place was getting. Enjoying my food I didn't notice a certain blond come in to the café.
I heard his voice behind me, but he wasn't talking to me, he was directing his voice to someone else. "What is she doing here Mom?"
Karen voice didn't falter "Eating some breakfast."
"But, does she have to eat it here?" Lucas sounded like a five year old whining for attention.
"This is my café Lucas, Brooke has the right to eat here if she wants. She is a nice girl and she was hungry, I'm not going to turn her away."
"Would it be ok if I did?" my courage was crumbling and tears were gathering in my eyes.
"No and I'm ashamed to hear you talk like that, I raise you to have more manners than that Lucas. Now you will leave Brooke alone or you will be the one shown the door. Go sit down over by the window and I will be back with your breakfast." Lucas didn't reply, I heard him walk over to the window. My plate clean, I drown the rest of my milk. Standing up I quickly walk over to the cash-register, pulling out my purse to pay.
"That will be seven dollars and fifty cents," Haley stated. I handed her a ten, "Out of ten would be two-fifty back, thanks and please come again."
"Thanks and could you tell Karen the pancakes were great?" I asked as I put my change in my purse.
"Sure no problem, hey Brooke are you ok? You don't look to hot."
"If that a crack at how crappy I look."
"No I mean you look like you don't feel good, are you coming down with something?"
I didn't answer because I had to grab the nearest trash can, as my breakfast made a re-entry into the world. "Maybe I am," I whisper before I threw up again.
I don't remember much after that, I tend to block out when I make an ass out of myself. All I remember is Karen took me into the kitchen and sat me down; she put her hand on my forehead to check for a fever. Then she wet down a washcloth and put it against my forehead, I would be lying if I said it didn't feel good to be mother over.
"Well you don't have a fever, but I think you should go home and lie down. You probably just have the stomach bug that going around, Haley will drive you home."
"That's really nice of you, after I probably scared all your customers away with the fear of food poisoning."
Karen laughed, (she has a great laugh) "Oh well I really didn't like this job anyway. You just go home now and get better."