The entire gang went down to the police station. Ever since Luke's proposal
Brooke didn't feel as though the rape had really happened to her. She knew
it did because she had the subtle reminders, but sometimes she was so happy
she forgot. Now this man has ruined one of the happiest days by letting
himself be caught. She then thought about how much of a better day it would
be since he was. She had him off the streets... and away from her. She'd
stayed up many paranoid nights clinging to Lucas in fear that he would come
back for round two.
The entire way there Brooke cried. She was truthfully scared to death. This was the day that she would have to come in contact with him again. She had so much support backing her. She knew that any one of these guys would kill him if they had opportunity. Yet with all her heart, she couldn't believe it. Brooke thought that he wouldn't receive his justice. Since no physical harm was caused to her, she felt that the jury would wave it.
They pulled into the station's parking lot and Luke helped her out of the car. The closer they got to the doors the more "It will be ok" was heard. Luke and Brooke walked to the front desk and waited to be helped.
"Excuse me," Brooke said shaken, "I was called down to ID a suspect."
"So you must be," he trailed off flipping through papers, "Ah yes, Brooke Davis?"
"That's me."
"Well you can have one other person in the room with you. Do you choose to have someone."
"Yes, he can come with me," she motioned towards Lucas.
So there she was. Moments from coming face to face, well with the exception of the one-way mirror between them, with her attacker, she couldn't handle it. She was literally shaking. She put this all to nerves and tried deep breathing, but the only problem was every time she would close her eyes she would see him. She wasn't sure if this was a good thing or a bad thing. She came to the conclusion that it was a good thing, then it would be easier to identify him.
They entered the room with no one in the interrogation room. Brooke let out a sigh of relief. She knew she didn't want to see him first thing, but the wait would be much harder.
"Okay ma'am. Are you ready?" the officer said.
"Ready as I'll ever be," she said with a small smile.
"Okay," he walked over to an intercom system and punched the button, "Send him in."
Luke squeezed her hand reassuringly as she leaned on him. She noticed that his breathing was quickened. She loved that she knew he cared, she just loved him.
A man walked in and sat down with a detective asking him questions about where he was the night of the rape.
"I was at a party," he stated.
"Can anyone back this up?" the detective asked.
"Yeah just about everyone who was there."
"Where was it?"
"10th and Hurst...somewhere near there."
"I see...were you there with anyone"
"Umm..." he looked to the left the right, "Not anyone special."
"But there was somebody?"
"Yeah, about every girl I danced with."
Back in the small room Brooke was up against the glass swearing.
"Ma'am is this him?" the officer asked him.
"Call me Brooke, and yeah. That pain in my..."
"Hon, don't worry about him, he'll get what's coming to him," Luke said putting his hands on her shoulders.
"Who I he?" she asked the officer.
"Craig Meyers," he said, "He's a college student, and has no previous record."
"Wait, that name sounds familiar," Luke said.
"What do you mean? You know him!" Brooke spun around.
"Where else has he lived?"
"No where he's always lived here, grew up near Riverside Park."
"That's what I thought. A couple years ago we had these neighbors, they were wound pretty tight, but otherwise generally nice. Their last name was Meyers and their son, who I used to beat at basketball, was named Craig." Luke said scratching his head.
"Omigod..." Brooke said and started to cry.
"Yeah," Luke sighed, embracing Brooke.
"Well, since you identified him we'll get a DNA sample and compare it to the one taken from you. If it's a match we'll set a court date and nail him," the officer said, "Thank you, Brooke."
"My pleasure, maybe I'll sleep easier," Brooke said with a forced smile.
They walked out to the lobby to find Haley pacing and everyone else sitting in chairs. Peyton was asleep on Jake's shoulder, and Nathan was trying to calm Haley. Jake shook Peyton awake then they all ran over to her to see how it went. "It was him..." Brooke said, "God!" she cried and hit Luke's chest then fell into sobs.
"I'll tell them the rest," Luke said and Brooke nodded.
"His name is Craig Meyers. He said he was at the party, but never mentioned the rape. They'll take a DNA sample, compare it, set a court date, then he'll go to jail," Luke said.
"Craig Meyers? As in Craig from Riverside?" Haley said.
"Yep, apparently he was wound tight."
They all went back to Brooke's house, and left her and Luke alone for the night. Haley and Peyton both told Brooke that if she needed anything to just call and they would be over.
"Baby, let's go to bed," Brooke yawned.
"Alright."
Luke and Brooke walked upstairs and went to bed. Luke didn't sleep instead he just held Brooke while cursing Craig. She shuddered and muttered some things, obviously she was having nightmares. She started to violently hit Luke's chest and he woke her up. She was in a cold sweat and was crying.
"I can't sleep. I shouldn't have slept. Now I know his face," she said burying her face in Luke's chest.
"It's alright, baby. I'm here," he kissed the top of her head and tightened his embrace.
"Let's watch something."
Luke turned on the TV, and found Brooke's favorite childhood movie, Dumbo. He turned it one then climbed back in bed.
"Thank you," Brooke said relaxing into his arms.
"Anything for you, anything."
They let themselves succumb to sleep, and Brooke slept a little easier, though she still woke up some. She now dreamed of new things. A family with Lucas.
The entire way there Brooke cried. She was truthfully scared to death. This was the day that she would have to come in contact with him again. She had so much support backing her. She knew that any one of these guys would kill him if they had opportunity. Yet with all her heart, she couldn't believe it. Brooke thought that he wouldn't receive his justice. Since no physical harm was caused to her, she felt that the jury would wave it.
They pulled into the station's parking lot and Luke helped her out of the car. The closer they got to the doors the more "It will be ok" was heard. Luke and Brooke walked to the front desk and waited to be helped.
"Excuse me," Brooke said shaken, "I was called down to ID a suspect."
"So you must be," he trailed off flipping through papers, "Ah yes, Brooke Davis?"
"That's me."
"Well you can have one other person in the room with you. Do you choose to have someone."
"Yes, he can come with me," she motioned towards Lucas.
So there she was. Moments from coming face to face, well with the exception of the one-way mirror between them, with her attacker, she couldn't handle it. She was literally shaking. She put this all to nerves and tried deep breathing, but the only problem was every time she would close her eyes she would see him. She wasn't sure if this was a good thing or a bad thing. She came to the conclusion that it was a good thing, then it would be easier to identify him.
They entered the room with no one in the interrogation room. Brooke let out a sigh of relief. She knew she didn't want to see him first thing, but the wait would be much harder.
"Okay ma'am. Are you ready?" the officer said.
"Ready as I'll ever be," she said with a small smile.
"Okay," he walked over to an intercom system and punched the button, "Send him in."
Luke squeezed her hand reassuringly as she leaned on him. She noticed that his breathing was quickened. She loved that she knew he cared, she just loved him.
A man walked in and sat down with a detective asking him questions about where he was the night of the rape.
"I was at a party," he stated.
"Can anyone back this up?" the detective asked.
"Yeah just about everyone who was there."
"Where was it?"
"10th and Hurst...somewhere near there."
"I see...were you there with anyone"
"Umm..." he looked to the left the right, "Not anyone special."
"But there was somebody?"
"Yeah, about every girl I danced with."
Back in the small room Brooke was up against the glass swearing.
"Ma'am is this him?" the officer asked him.
"Call me Brooke, and yeah. That pain in my..."
"Hon, don't worry about him, he'll get what's coming to him," Luke said putting his hands on her shoulders.
"Who I he?" she asked the officer.
"Craig Meyers," he said, "He's a college student, and has no previous record."
"Wait, that name sounds familiar," Luke said.
"What do you mean? You know him!" Brooke spun around.
"Where else has he lived?"
"No where he's always lived here, grew up near Riverside Park."
"That's what I thought. A couple years ago we had these neighbors, they were wound pretty tight, but otherwise generally nice. Their last name was Meyers and their son, who I used to beat at basketball, was named Craig." Luke said scratching his head.
"Omigod..." Brooke said and started to cry.
"Yeah," Luke sighed, embracing Brooke.
"Well, since you identified him we'll get a DNA sample and compare it to the one taken from you. If it's a match we'll set a court date and nail him," the officer said, "Thank you, Brooke."
"My pleasure, maybe I'll sleep easier," Brooke said with a forced smile.
They walked out to the lobby to find Haley pacing and everyone else sitting in chairs. Peyton was asleep on Jake's shoulder, and Nathan was trying to calm Haley. Jake shook Peyton awake then they all ran over to her to see how it went. "It was him..." Brooke said, "God!" she cried and hit Luke's chest then fell into sobs.
"I'll tell them the rest," Luke said and Brooke nodded.
"His name is Craig Meyers. He said he was at the party, but never mentioned the rape. They'll take a DNA sample, compare it, set a court date, then he'll go to jail," Luke said.
"Craig Meyers? As in Craig from Riverside?" Haley said.
"Yep, apparently he was wound tight."
They all went back to Brooke's house, and left her and Luke alone for the night. Haley and Peyton both told Brooke that if she needed anything to just call and they would be over.
"Baby, let's go to bed," Brooke yawned.
"Alright."
Luke and Brooke walked upstairs and went to bed. Luke didn't sleep instead he just held Brooke while cursing Craig. She shuddered and muttered some things, obviously she was having nightmares. She started to violently hit Luke's chest and he woke her up. She was in a cold sweat and was crying.
"I can't sleep. I shouldn't have slept. Now I know his face," she said burying her face in Luke's chest.
"It's alright, baby. I'm here," he kissed the top of her head and tightened his embrace.
"Let's watch something."
Luke turned on the TV, and found Brooke's favorite childhood movie, Dumbo. He turned it one then climbed back in bed.
"Thank you," Brooke said relaxing into his arms.
"Anything for you, anything."
They let themselves succumb to sleep, and Brooke slept a little easier, though she still woke up some. She now dreamed of new things. A family with Lucas.