Okay I want to say sorry for taking so long to update, but I became
busy with a new school term and for some reason my computer has been acting
funky.
Story: Ok since a lot has happen since I last updated the story has fast-forward. To Wish Impossible Things has already happen and Brooke has just told Lucas, that she thinks she is pregnant.
He just sat there with this stupid look on his face; I wanted to scream at him to come out of this spooky trance. I could feel my body zoning out too, my mind graze over all the good times we have had together.
A whisper emerges from his pouting lips, "What did you just say?"
Oh please Lucas, I inwardly begging him to not make me say it again. Maybe if I didn't say anything, all of this horrible event would melt away into a bad nightmare. Maybe I had dreamt this whole crappy past few weeks with both Peyton and Lucas's betrayals or the fact that I was now with child. His eyes seize me snapping me out of my wishes. "I might be pregnant," as I say the P word my body gets this cold shiver down my spine.
The first time I got pregnant, I was suppose to be married to some beautiful rich guy and he would dote on me and love me with all his heart. He was supposed to be overjoyed that we had created a life together, handing out cigars to all his buddies. Going overboard and buying a bunch of baby stuff, holding my hand straight through labor and raising a child in a loving environment.
The guy I always picture was not sitting in front of me; Lucas looked as if I had just confessed a hideous crime to him. His eyes were watering and I could see his breathing was becoming irregular, as if he was grasping for breath. "So you're not 100% positive that you are indeed- -pregnant."
"Maybe but I have all the signs Lucas-"
"Like what for example," his voice fill with anger that scared me, I backed away. "Sorry I didn't mean it to sound like that but what are some signs?"
"Well lest see I my period is late, I'm either famished or disgusted at the sight of food, and I'm constantly throwing up. I've been pretending that it's just all the leftover emotions of when you cheated on me. But tonight I just couldn't ignore it anymore; I was on my way to the hospital to see if I could take a test."
"Brooke its," Lucas glance at his watch, "1:30am I think they stop doing those type of test hours ago."
"Well it doesn't hurt to try and besides if they are closed for the night I can make an appointment." I couldn't stay at home all night wondering what was happening inside my body. "Look um Lucas I haven't told you this yet but--"
"But what Brooke," his eyes were so full of emotion I couldn't read them.
"I took one of those home pregnancy test and they all came out positive." I try to lighten the tension "I doubt we can really trust their results, I mean lots of those test are faulty and--"
"Wait a minute you said all of them were positive, Brooke just how many test did you happen to take?" I mumble the word low under my breath at a super speed. "Brooke please tell me the truth, how many test did you take?"
"Five, as soon as I saw the results I came looking for you."
Lucas swallow as he ran a hand through his hair a lot of the color had drain from his face and his eyes were jam pack with so many emotion I couldn't keep track of them all. "You know maybe the ER could perform a test this late at night, just to make sure about the results."
I nodded "Do you want to drive or should I?" We were both frazzled with worry of one simple word—positive."
Lucas ended up driving; I think it was because he needed to be in control of something. Neither of us talked the whole way there; we just let the miles to the hospital get closer and closer until we arrived.
We fill out the forms only talking when it was necessary, I could feel my life slipping away from me in one swift swoop. We were glued into these sutures of non movement as we waited for my number to be called.
A middle age woman came out with a clipboard in hand, "Brooke Davis?" I couldn't answer her vocally; my tongue was sliding down my throat. My legs wouldn't move to any command I gave them, my stomach was rumbling with a soft samba making me dizzy. "Brooke Davis," the nurse called again she sounded annoyed.
Then Lucas did something I never imagine possible; he took hold of my hand and pull me slowly up and walk me to the nurse. "I'm guessing you're Brooke Davis and you must be the boy who the reason she in here." I wanted to ask her what she meant by that. Then I thought maybe she can tell why I'm here, the dirty little secret that clung to my body making me unbalance. Maybe a lot of girls came across this nurse path with the same present I was showing off. I wanted to scream that I was so careful, that it wasn't my fault that I had let myself love him. That I had forgotten of the dangers and that I had forgotten to protect myself from this moment.
She motion us inside, I was thankful for the support Lucas's body gave me. He hadn't let go of my hand since he seized it what seemed like hours ago. I remember how I use to feel when the slightest touch of Lucas made my skin feel like fire.
The nurse looked at her chart, "Ok it says you're here for a pregnancy test, do you think you could go the bathroom right now enough for a urine test?" I shook my head, I felt dry like the Arabian Desert, and Lucas's hand was still present in mine, "I guess we have to do a blood test then." She rub some cleaning solution on my left arm, then I felt the prick of the needle, cool and silent it enter my body taking what it wanted. "All right I will run this to the lab and they should have the results in an hour or two." She left us then to be alone with our thoughts. I don't know how but sleep overcame my body and I drifted off into an unknown darkness.
I awoke to the same nurse gently shaking me awake, I turn to look at Lucas but found that he had fallen asleep as well. It didn't escape my notice that his hand was still in mine. "Are those the results of my---my test?"
"Yes, do you want to wake your young man, so you both can hear the news?" I shook Lucas awake; I wasn't going to hear the results alone.
His eyes became full alert as soon as he remembered where we were. "Are those the results?"
The nurse nodded, "I just got done telling your girlfriend that." I wanted to explain her that Lucas was not my boyfriend, but I kept my mouth shut. "Brooke the test came out positive, you're pregnant."
Story: Ok since a lot has happen since I last updated the story has fast-forward. To Wish Impossible Things has already happen and Brooke has just told Lucas, that she thinks she is pregnant.
He just sat there with this stupid look on his face; I wanted to scream at him to come out of this spooky trance. I could feel my body zoning out too, my mind graze over all the good times we have had together.
A whisper emerges from his pouting lips, "What did you just say?"
Oh please Lucas, I inwardly begging him to not make me say it again. Maybe if I didn't say anything, all of this horrible event would melt away into a bad nightmare. Maybe I had dreamt this whole crappy past few weeks with both Peyton and Lucas's betrayals or the fact that I was now with child. His eyes seize me snapping me out of my wishes. "I might be pregnant," as I say the P word my body gets this cold shiver down my spine.
The first time I got pregnant, I was suppose to be married to some beautiful rich guy and he would dote on me and love me with all his heart. He was supposed to be overjoyed that we had created a life together, handing out cigars to all his buddies. Going overboard and buying a bunch of baby stuff, holding my hand straight through labor and raising a child in a loving environment.
The guy I always picture was not sitting in front of me; Lucas looked as if I had just confessed a hideous crime to him. His eyes were watering and I could see his breathing was becoming irregular, as if he was grasping for breath. "So you're not 100% positive that you are indeed- -pregnant."
"Maybe but I have all the signs Lucas-"
"Like what for example," his voice fill with anger that scared me, I backed away. "Sorry I didn't mean it to sound like that but what are some signs?"
"Well lest see I my period is late, I'm either famished or disgusted at the sight of food, and I'm constantly throwing up. I've been pretending that it's just all the leftover emotions of when you cheated on me. But tonight I just couldn't ignore it anymore; I was on my way to the hospital to see if I could take a test."
"Brooke its," Lucas glance at his watch, "1:30am I think they stop doing those type of test hours ago."
"Well it doesn't hurt to try and besides if they are closed for the night I can make an appointment." I couldn't stay at home all night wondering what was happening inside my body. "Look um Lucas I haven't told you this yet but--"
"But what Brooke," his eyes were so full of emotion I couldn't read them.
"I took one of those home pregnancy test and they all came out positive." I try to lighten the tension "I doubt we can really trust their results, I mean lots of those test are faulty and--"
"Wait a minute you said all of them were positive, Brooke just how many test did you happen to take?" I mumble the word low under my breath at a super speed. "Brooke please tell me the truth, how many test did you take?"
"Five, as soon as I saw the results I came looking for you."
Lucas swallow as he ran a hand through his hair a lot of the color had drain from his face and his eyes were jam pack with so many emotion I couldn't keep track of them all. "You know maybe the ER could perform a test this late at night, just to make sure about the results."
I nodded "Do you want to drive or should I?" We were both frazzled with worry of one simple word—positive."
Lucas ended up driving; I think it was because he needed to be in control of something. Neither of us talked the whole way there; we just let the miles to the hospital get closer and closer until we arrived.
We fill out the forms only talking when it was necessary, I could feel my life slipping away from me in one swift swoop. We were glued into these sutures of non movement as we waited for my number to be called.
A middle age woman came out with a clipboard in hand, "Brooke Davis?" I couldn't answer her vocally; my tongue was sliding down my throat. My legs wouldn't move to any command I gave them, my stomach was rumbling with a soft samba making me dizzy. "Brooke Davis," the nurse called again she sounded annoyed.
Then Lucas did something I never imagine possible; he took hold of my hand and pull me slowly up and walk me to the nurse. "I'm guessing you're Brooke Davis and you must be the boy who the reason she in here." I wanted to ask her what she meant by that. Then I thought maybe she can tell why I'm here, the dirty little secret that clung to my body making me unbalance. Maybe a lot of girls came across this nurse path with the same present I was showing off. I wanted to scream that I was so careful, that it wasn't my fault that I had let myself love him. That I had forgotten of the dangers and that I had forgotten to protect myself from this moment.
She motion us inside, I was thankful for the support Lucas's body gave me. He hadn't let go of my hand since he seized it what seemed like hours ago. I remember how I use to feel when the slightest touch of Lucas made my skin feel like fire.
The nurse looked at her chart, "Ok it says you're here for a pregnancy test, do you think you could go the bathroom right now enough for a urine test?" I shook my head, I felt dry like the Arabian Desert, and Lucas's hand was still present in mine, "I guess we have to do a blood test then." She rub some cleaning solution on my left arm, then I felt the prick of the needle, cool and silent it enter my body taking what it wanted. "All right I will run this to the lab and they should have the results in an hour or two." She left us then to be alone with our thoughts. I don't know how but sleep overcame my body and I drifted off into an unknown darkness.
I awoke to the same nurse gently shaking me awake, I turn to look at Lucas but found that he had fallen asleep as well. It didn't escape my notice that his hand was still in mine. "Are those the results of my---my test?"
"Yes, do you want to wake your young man, so you both can hear the news?" I shook Lucas awake; I wasn't going to hear the results alone.
His eyes became full alert as soon as he remembered where we were. "Are those the results?"
The nurse nodded, "I just got done telling your girlfriend that." I wanted to explain her that Lucas was not my boyfriend, but I kept my mouth shut. "Brooke the test came out positive, you're pregnant."