Title: "Proof Positive"
Author: Cindy
Author Contact: princesskasskzn@comcast.net AIM: angelicdevil7985 or YIM:
cindy_rella2
SPOILERS: Takes place after the very last episiode *before Spirit in the
Night*
Rating: PG maybe PG 13 at most.
PROLOGUE
"The test came out positive Ms. Davis. Congratulations."
The doctor's voice sounded too distant to her ears. She dropped her cell phone on the floor in her bedroom. She leaned back against her door and started to cry. Her body sank down until she reached the floor.
'This can't be happening,' she told herself. 'It just can't! We were safe, we used protection,' Brooke's conscience reasoned.
Brooke couldn't stop crying. At least she didn't have to worry about her parent's. They were off on one of their many trips. She had the house to herself. She rose from the spot on the floor and slowly trudged her way over to her bed. She curled up in the fetal position hugging a pillow as she continued to sob. She cried herself right to sleep.
She wanted nothing more than to call and talk to her best friend, but she didn't have one of those anymore. Peyton Sawyer was nothing but a lying, cheating, skinny blonde bitch. And that's a nicer description Brooke has for her versus the one from probably a week ago.
*^* Hours Later *^*
Brooke woke up to see it was pitch black outside. She yawned and decided to get out of bed. She felt absolutely horrible and was sure she looked it too. Brooke rubbed her eyes and then messily pulled her hair up into a ponytail. She wanted to hope that she was waking up from a bad nightmare, but the logical part of her told her she knew it was true.
Brooke grabbed her keys. She needed to go talk about this with someone. Brooke hopped into her car and drove off to Haley's house. She went up and knocked on the door and waited impatiently for her to answer.
'Come on. Please be home,' Brooke thought to herself. 'Please,' she pleaded.
A few moments later Haley's front door swung open.
"Brooke what are you doing here?" she asked confused. "What happened? Are you ok?" Hales asked immediately concerned noticing Brooke's sloppy hair do and tee shirt and sweats outfit. Very unlike the perfect Brooke Davis wear.
"I know we're not really friends or anything," Brooke said, her voice wavering slightly while she was talking. "But I kind of just needed someone to talk to...and..."
Haley grabbed Brooke and pulled her inside. "Shh. Its ok," she told Brooke, and led her upstairs to her room. Haley shut the door behind them. "What's the matter Brooke?" Haley knew it had to be something big especially for Brooke to look as disheveled as she does.
END PROLOGUE
PROLOGUE
"The test came out positive Ms. Davis. Congratulations."
The doctor's voice sounded too distant to her ears. She dropped her cell phone on the floor in her bedroom. She leaned back against her door and started to cry. Her body sank down until she reached the floor.
'This can't be happening,' she told herself. 'It just can't! We were safe, we used protection,' Brooke's conscience reasoned.
Brooke couldn't stop crying. At least she didn't have to worry about her parent's. They were off on one of their many trips. She had the house to herself. She rose from the spot on the floor and slowly trudged her way over to her bed. She curled up in the fetal position hugging a pillow as she continued to sob. She cried herself right to sleep.
She wanted nothing more than to call and talk to her best friend, but she didn't have one of those anymore. Peyton Sawyer was nothing but a lying, cheating, skinny blonde bitch. And that's a nicer description Brooke has for her versus the one from probably a week ago.
*^* Hours Later *^*
Brooke woke up to see it was pitch black outside. She yawned and decided to get out of bed. She felt absolutely horrible and was sure she looked it too. Brooke rubbed her eyes and then messily pulled her hair up into a ponytail. She wanted to hope that she was waking up from a bad nightmare, but the logical part of her told her she knew it was true.
Brooke grabbed her keys. She needed to go talk about this with someone. Brooke hopped into her car and drove off to Haley's house. She went up and knocked on the door and waited impatiently for her to answer.
'Come on. Please be home,' Brooke thought to herself. 'Please,' she pleaded.
A few moments later Haley's front door swung open.
"Brooke what are you doing here?" she asked confused. "What happened? Are you ok?" Hales asked immediately concerned noticing Brooke's sloppy hair do and tee shirt and sweats outfit. Very unlike the perfect Brooke Davis wear.
"I know we're not really friends or anything," Brooke said, her voice wavering slightly while she was talking. "But I kind of just needed someone to talk to...and..."
Haley grabbed Brooke and pulled her inside. "Shh. Its ok," she told Brooke, and led her upstairs to her room. Haley shut the door behind them. "What's the matter Brooke?" Haley knew it had to be something big especially for Brooke to look as disheveled as she does.
END PROLOGUE