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Chapter 2- A Side They Don't Know
As she drove home in the pouring rain she thought about why she had even let Lucas in.
"I could snap my fingers at this exact moment and I would have fifty guys lined up begging to be my love slave. But they one guy I want, cheated on me with my best friend. God, life really sucks. Bonus, I've been practicing piano for 12 hours straight without any sleep and I've had about, oh, 6 Red Bulls. I feel gross right now. UUGGHH." She had spent the last few hours at the Rivercourt, just pacing there in the pouring rain. It was something they had in common, the tendency to pace and their love of rain. Pulling up into the driveway, she was glad to finally be home. The hours of fatigue and emotional stress took their toll. She felt like she could pass out in her car at any moment. Finally getting inside the house, the first thing she saw was a portrait of her "family". "My, how incredibly perfect. The model family, consisting of: the cold-hearted bastard of a demanding father who always picks the daughter apart, the basket case gold-digging mother, and the popular-with-a-hidden-side daughter. If people only knew what happened to me last summer. The entire town might die of shock," she thought.
Brooke had always held people at arm's length. She guessed that she had always felt that if no one could get close enough to the real her, that she would never get hurt. This defense mechanism only strengthened after the incident that happened with her dad, James Davis. He was a sharp man, a Yale grad. He was a lawyer, and doctor, and the CEO of the biggest pharmaceutical company in the world. Definitely in the Fortune 500 and talked about in all the business magazines frequently, James was highly respected and feared. James had high aspirations and the resources and money to back them. A cunning businessman and person, he had always been known to win. It was no surprise that Dan Scott had been a "friend" of his since he was a child. He was willing to do anything to win, even if it meant hurting people. His one weakness was his daughter, Brooke. She was most definitely the apple of his eye, his heart. James Davis only loved one person in this world. He even referred to her as his "angel".
They had an odd relationship; they weren't known to be too close, but were fiercely loyal and protective of one another. People knew that the only match for James Davis was his daughter, who apparently, did not give a damn about his business. The pair both knew that she had always resented him for his meager presence in her life and his tendency to try to control her existence. Yet James thought he knew what was best, so he always tried to pick her apart to make her the perfect person to inherit his fortune and glory. They frequently fought each other, because Brooke had never bought into the same thinking as her father had; a life of high society and diplomacy. People respected the Davis family, but were also very jealous, just waiting and watching for their lives to fall apart. James knew this but Brooke had not yet become as cynical as he was. James Davis had secrets, secrets that people would kill for; secrets he had passed on to his unwilling and guiltless daughter.
Although neither father nor daughter would admit it, they had a few things in common, some being the "Davis Charm", as many people called it, and their fierce loyalty to their friends and family. He saw the goodness in his daughter, something he sorely lacked, and he knew that his enemies would exploit her to get to him if they had the chance. James only wanted to protect his daughter, and his belief was that emotion is weakness. So he decided to love his daughter at a distance, always afraid that his "business dealings" as he liked to call them, would poison his daughter's life. When she was a year old he moved his family to his childhood home, hoping to give her a life away from the press that hounded him and his family, always wanting a piece of them. He taught her to be tough, independent, emotionally unattached, and had trained her to be the heir to his throne, always knowing that Brooke would never sink to levels that he had. Brooke and he both knew that his business dealings weren't exactly legitimate. He was a multi-millionaire, but he had paid a price for his success, and secured his family's fortune, but he knew that his daughter was a better person than him and had a better future than him.
Bianca Davis was a whole other story. She only cared about her social life, and being at the right party at the right time. It never occurred to her to be a mother to Brooke. Her role was that of the trophy wife, and she had never bothered to be present in any aspect of Brooke's life. Her passive role had made Brooke develop a deep hatred for her, because she had seen how some mothers loved their children, like Anna Sawyer or Karen Roe did, and it killed her that her own mother couldn't give a damn. Bianca was fine spending James's money and accompanying him to all the parties, keeping up all the false pretense and drinking herself into a stupor each night.
So Brooke adopted the habits of each of her parents, the edge, sharpness, the numbness and cunning of her father, and the falseness and ability to party from her mother. She was an enigma, always showing different sides of herself to suit herself at a particular moment. It was her insurance. The things no one knew about her, made her feel safe. The moment she had dreaded, finally came. She let Lucas Scott into her life, enough to know the real her, and he had broken her heart. Sinking to her knees, her back against the door, she sobbed because for once she couldn't protect herself from it.