Chapter 4
The Secret is Revealed
I sat on the couch wondering why my parents were so upset. I had heard stories about a girl named Brooke but from what I knew, they should have been happy that she was visiting. What baffled me the most is that they seemed sad talking about when she left. Now that she finally returned and they were practically in tears.
"Lia can you give us some time? We need to discuss something important." My mom suggested before I could ask any questions. While on my way up the stairs to my room I couldn't help but overhear the conversation.
"So how has life been treating the happy couple? I can see by this house that Mr. Bigshot Laker is bringing home so pretty heavy cash." The voice must have belonged to Brooke because I didn't recognize it. I heard the clicking of high heels across the marble floor of our foyer into the living room.
"Brooke I know you didn't come here to talk about my career or my money. What is this really about?" My father sounded very irritated.
"You're right. I came back to get my daughter." Brooke told them.
"She is not your daughter." My mother exclaimed.
"Maybe not according to you, but this says I am." I heard the crinkling of paper and I assumed it was a birth certificate.
"You can't just walk back into her life and expect to be a mother. You may have given birth to her but where were you for fifteen years of her life? You gave up your right to be a parent when you left. I was there from her first steps to her first day of school and now to her first boyfriend. I've earned the right to be a mom and I won't let you take that away." My mom shouted at Brooke. I had never heard her get that angry my entire life.
"Peyton, Lia is my daughter and I will get her back." Brooke ignored my mom's outburst and calmly walked out the door leaving my parents speechless.
I was stunned as well. What did she mean that I was her daughter? That was impossible. My parents were Lucas and Peyton Scott. I had to find out what just happened.
I walked down the stairs and caught a glimpse of the woman who claimed to be my mother. She had the same auburn hair as me and carried the Luis Vuitton bag that I wanted for my birthday. I only saw her face for a moment as she drove off in her silver Mercedes convertible; I looked just like her. That is when I recognized her, she was not just any Brooke, she was Brooke Davis the actress. She played on a cheesy soap opera for a few years until she was discovered. Now she had roles in some of the top movies of the year. To top it all off she was married to Miles Walker (A/N: I made this guy up. Picture Orlando Bloom). He was the hottest man in Hollywood. Was I related to these people? The day just kept getting more bizarre.
I entered the living room to find my mom crying on my dad's shoulder.
"Who was that?" I asked trying to sound like I had no idea about the conversation they just had.
"Well that's what we need to talk about. Why don't you sit down?" My father's voice shook when he spoke. Once I had taken my seat on the couch my parents tried to start explaining but all that came of it was an awkward silence.
"That woman that was here is Brooke Davis. I know you know who she is." My dad began. "Well you see...that is your mother. She left the hospital the day after you were born. We thought it was best not to tell you." I wasn't listening to anything that he was saying. All that I heard him say was the she was my mother. My head was spinning; my whole life was a lie.
"How could you lie to me like that? I should have known who my real mother is. I feel like I don't know what is real in my life and what's not. I love both of you but I can't deal with this right now." I said before I stormed out the door. I ran down the street in the rain to nowhere in particular.
Somehow I ended up at the front door of my aunt and uncle's house.
"Oh Lia you're soaking wet. Come inside." My Aunt Haley opening the door and shuffled me inside. "You came all the way here by yourself. Something must be bothering you. Maybe I can help."
"My real mother came back." I said before bursting into tears. Aunt Haley knew exactly what I was talking about. Everyone must have known that I was Brooke's daughter.
"Oh sweetheart, I'm sorry that you had to find out like this. Your father should have told you the truth a long time ago." She almost started crying along with me.
A few minutes later my uncle came down the stairs carrying his two-year-old daughter Paige in his arms. He looked so confused by the scene in front of him. Aunt Haley wiped her eyes and gave him a reassuring smile. My cousin stretched out her arms toward me and gave out a little whimper. I stood up and took the little girl into my arms. My aunt and uncle walked into the kitchen and I knew that they were discussing the situation. I didn't want to listen because eavesdropping had gotten me in enough trouble already. I turned the television on and Paige fell asleep on my lap shortly after.
"I called your parents to tell them you're here. You can stay here tonight if you want." Uncle Nathan offered before taking Paige up to bed. I helped Aunt Haley up the stairs to bed. She was only seven months pregnant but she had gotten big already. Her petite frame looked out of proportion.
I settled down in the guest bed and fell into a restless sleep.
The Secret is Revealed
I sat on the couch wondering why my parents were so upset. I had heard stories about a girl named Brooke but from what I knew, they should have been happy that she was visiting. What baffled me the most is that they seemed sad talking about when she left. Now that she finally returned and they were practically in tears.
"Lia can you give us some time? We need to discuss something important." My mom suggested before I could ask any questions. While on my way up the stairs to my room I couldn't help but overhear the conversation.
"So how has life been treating the happy couple? I can see by this house that Mr. Bigshot Laker is bringing home so pretty heavy cash." The voice must have belonged to Brooke because I didn't recognize it. I heard the clicking of high heels across the marble floor of our foyer into the living room.
"Brooke I know you didn't come here to talk about my career or my money. What is this really about?" My father sounded very irritated.
"You're right. I came back to get my daughter." Brooke told them.
"She is not your daughter." My mother exclaimed.
"Maybe not according to you, but this says I am." I heard the crinkling of paper and I assumed it was a birth certificate.
"You can't just walk back into her life and expect to be a mother. You may have given birth to her but where were you for fifteen years of her life? You gave up your right to be a parent when you left. I was there from her first steps to her first day of school and now to her first boyfriend. I've earned the right to be a mom and I won't let you take that away." My mom shouted at Brooke. I had never heard her get that angry my entire life.
"Peyton, Lia is my daughter and I will get her back." Brooke ignored my mom's outburst and calmly walked out the door leaving my parents speechless.
I was stunned as well. What did she mean that I was her daughter? That was impossible. My parents were Lucas and Peyton Scott. I had to find out what just happened.
I walked down the stairs and caught a glimpse of the woman who claimed to be my mother. She had the same auburn hair as me and carried the Luis Vuitton bag that I wanted for my birthday. I only saw her face for a moment as she drove off in her silver Mercedes convertible; I looked just like her. That is when I recognized her, she was not just any Brooke, she was Brooke Davis the actress. She played on a cheesy soap opera for a few years until she was discovered. Now she had roles in some of the top movies of the year. To top it all off she was married to Miles Walker (A/N: I made this guy up. Picture Orlando Bloom). He was the hottest man in Hollywood. Was I related to these people? The day just kept getting more bizarre.
I entered the living room to find my mom crying on my dad's shoulder.
"Who was that?" I asked trying to sound like I had no idea about the conversation they just had.
"Well that's what we need to talk about. Why don't you sit down?" My father's voice shook when he spoke. Once I had taken my seat on the couch my parents tried to start explaining but all that came of it was an awkward silence.
"That woman that was here is Brooke Davis. I know you know who she is." My dad began. "Well you see...that is your mother. She left the hospital the day after you were born. We thought it was best not to tell you." I wasn't listening to anything that he was saying. All that I heard him say was the she was my mother. My head was spinning; my whole life was a lie.
"How could you lie to me like that? I should have known who my real mother is. I feel like I don't know what is real in my life and what's not. I love both of you but I can't deal with this right now." I said before I stormed out the door. I ran down the street in the rain to nowhere in particular.
Somehow I ended up at the front door of my aunt and uncle's house.
"Oh Lia you're soaking wet. Come inside." My Aunt Haley opening the door and shuffled me inside. "You came all the way here by yourself. Something must be bothering you. Maybe I can help."
"My real mother came back." I said before bursting into tears. Aunt Haley knew exactly what I was talking about. Everyone must have known that I was Brooke's daughter.
"Oh sweetheart, I'm sorry that you had to find out like this. Your father should have told you the truth a long time ago." She almost started crying along with me.
A few minutes later my uncle came down the stairs carrying his two-year-old daughter Paige in his arms. He looked so confused by the scene in front of him. Aunt Haley wiped her eyes and gave him a reassuring smile. My cousin stretched out her arms toward me and gave out a little whimper. I stood up and took the little girl into my arms. My aunt and uncle walked into the kitchen and I knew that they were discussing the situation. I didn't want to listen because eavesdropping had gotten me in enough trouble already. I turned the television on and Paige fell asleep on my lap shortly after.
"I called your parents to tell them you're here. You can stay here tonight if you want." Uncle Nathan offered before taking Paige up to bed. I helped Aunt Haley up the stairs to bed. She was only seven months pregnant but she had gotten big already. Her petite frame looked out of proportion.
I settled down in the guest bed and fell into a restless sleep.