Brooke cried into her pillow. Lucas was gone. The phone call had been life altering, and he wasn't here to hold her and tell her everything will be ok. How could a doctor be so careless to mix up her test with another girl's? If it weren't for him, Lucas would still be here! But now she was alone in the big empty house she called home, crying her heart out into her favorite pillow. When had her life gotten so bad? Oh yeah. She fell in love with Lucas Scott. Now she wished she had treated him like every other guy. No emotion, just beer and sex, no strings attached. But he wasn't like every other guy. He was different, she thought. But cheating on her with her best friend had proven her wrong once again. Just when she thought he was the one, she turned around and saw everything he was doing behind her back. It was sad, really. Maybe she was destined to be alone. That's how she always wound up. Alone and cold. And how could she be a mother? Let alone a single mother! She never really had one in the first place, so that didn't really help matters much. But...this was a living being. She was barely able to take care of herself at this point, how could she manage a baby? If she was all this baby had, she felt really sorry for it. But she was better than nothing, right? She had to be. Maybe, just maybe, they'd make it. She pulled away from the soaking pillow. She closed her eyes shut, only to open them and find out there was no way out of this. An abortion was a definite no, and nobody was going to raise her child. They only choice was to bear through it...alone. She slid down further in the bed so she could lye down, and stared at the ceiling. She half pondered the thought of calling Karen and finding out exactly where Lucas was. He deserved to know didn't he? He didn't deserve shit, but this was major. A baby was a huge responsibility. Lucas sighed plopping down on the couch. Keith was out with his new girlfriend. He wasn't enjoying Charleston too much. No friends were being made, and the ones that talked to him were the scary geeks who got deep into their computer books. There wasn't much here as he expected there to be. He glanced at the phone. He wanted so bad to call Brooke. He missed her so much, so what if she hated him. He'd never admit it to anyone, but he still loved her so much. He wished constantly that he had never kissed Peyton. Sometimes you want something so bad, that when you get it, you don't really want it anymore. He had to learn that the hard way, unfortunally. He hesitated picking up the phone, but finally did after a couple of times. He dialed the number he knew by heart, and listened to the ringing over the receiver. Brooke stumbled to the phone. She felt so bad. She hated throwing up. The way it burned coming up, and the foul taste that took forever to get out of your mouth. Obviously she'd be doing a lot of that lately. "Hello?" her voice was weak and shaky from crying. "What's the matter?" was the first thing he asked. He knew Brooke's voice, and this wasn't her usual self. She bit her lip to keep from crying even more. This was the last person she expected to be calling her. "Nothing," she wiped away the newly fallen tears, "It's just a really bad day." He didn't buy it. "Are you ok?" He was really worried about her. He had only seen her cry when he broke up with her and when they had the pregnancy scare. She breathed out unevenly. "No," she answered truthfully. No use in lying to him now. His eyes narrowed in confusion. "Brooke? Tell me what's wrong." "Lucas I just-I really need to see you," she started to cry silently. He grabbed his keys on the end table and jumped up. "I'm on my way. Meet me at the Rivercourt in an hour." She nodded to herself. 'See Brooke?' she said in her head, 'Everything will be ok.' "Ok," she hung up before he heard her bust out crying again.