Sorry it took so long to update. I try to write as often as I can but doesn't always work out the way I want it to. So on with it.
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Brooke sat in her living room in complete silence as she waited for her parents to come home. Her leg shook nervously and she chewed on her lower lip as she contemplated what to tell them.
When she heard the front door open, she stood up straight and watched her parents waltz in.
"Oh hello Brooke darling. I must say that was one of the most extravagant galas I have been to in a very long time. You should have seen it." Her mother kept talking but Brooke was too preoccupied to listen.
Her father just smiled and kissed her on the forehead and went to do some work. "Hello Princess."
"Um, Mom, Daddy, can I talk to you guys for a minute?" Brooke asked nervously.
Mrs. Davis was still fluttering about and Mr. Davis didn't even bother looking up from his papers. "Princess, can this wait til later. I need to finish these depos for work."
"Actually, it can't. I really need to talk to you. It's very important." Brooke said as she swiped her hand through her hair.
"Now Princess, if this is about increasing the limit on your credit card, we can talk about it later."
"It's not about money. What I have to say is so much more important." Brooke exasperated.
"Well, Brooke, what could possibly be so important that you need to interrupt your father's work? You know how dedicated to his work he is. I mean just look, a night after a gala and he's already back at it." Her mother went on as she fixed herself a drink.
Brooke became frustrated with her parents attempts to once again ignore her that she ended up just blurting everything out. "I'm pregnant."
Mrs. Davis dropped her glass of vodka and Mr. Davis sat there glaring at his daughter.
"WHAT DO YOU MEAN, YOU'RE PREGNANT?!"
"Just what I said Daddy, I'm pregnant."
"How could you be so irresponsible?"
"It was an accident. We were careful. I am always careful. It just happened." Brooke began to cry.
"And where exactly is the boy who did this to you?"
"He's not in the picture anymore and I'm going to keep it that way."
"For crying out loud Brooke, don't you ever think about the consequences of your actions? Did you ever think about what a situation like this would do to the family name?"
"Oh god, what are people going to say?" Her mother cried.
Brooke looked at her like she was insane. 'I can't believe that's the first thing that finally comes out of her mouth.' She thought.
"Well, you don't have to tell them anything."
"You got that right, young lady. You're going to fix this."
"I'm not having an abortion."
"Then what are you going to do? Because as long as you have this baby, you are not going to live in my house." Her father yelled.
"I figured you would say that. So that's why I'm going to leave Tree Hill."
"Oh we could tell people that we sent you to Europe for a while." Her mother said aloud, still thinking of what to tell the girls at the country club.
"That's not a bad idea. You could go to Europe and when you have the baby you could give it up for adoption and no one will be the wiser."
"Look, tell people what ever the hell you want, but I'm not going to Europe and I'm not giving my child up for adoption!"
"So where are you going?"
"I'm gonna go to Chicago and live with Elizabeth."
Her parents gave her a blank stare.
Brooke rolled her eyes and sighed. "Aunt Evelyn's daughter. I already talked to her and she said it would be ok. She's got an extra room that I can stay in. And before you ask, Elizabeth doesn't even talk to her mother, so no one in the family will know about any of this."
"Well, I guess you have everything figured out." Her mother said sarcastically.
"I never said I had everything figured out, but this is the only way that things could work. The only reason I told you about this is because I thought you'd like to know that you were going to be grandparents. I don't even expect you to do anything. I never do. Now if you'll excuse me, I need to finish packing. I'm leaving in the morning."
With that Brooke ran to her room.