Chapter Seven: There's Always a Consequence
Brooke ran into Peyton's house and slammed the door. She was soaked, it looked like a flood outside. Jake was asleep on the couch with Wyatt and Owen on his chest sleeping. They really must have been exhausted. Peyton walked in and took one look at her before shaking her head.
"Come change your clothes. You're going to get sick." She put an arm around her best friend and led her out of the room. Brooke lay her head on Peyton's shoulder.
"God Peyton I ed up. I messed up so bad!" Peyton sat her down on the edge of the bathtub and started the water.
"Take a bath, put on some of my clothes. We will talk about it when you are dry. Remember Brooke he still loves you. No matter what." Brooke nodded and watched her go. The bath was soothing and her head stopped pounding at some point. When she got out she slipped into a pair of flannel pajama bottoms and a tank top. Peyton was there to hear the whole story and hold her while she cried. Slowly the door opened. Paige and Hadyn slipped inside.
"Mommy what's wrong?" The girls looked at her with big eyes. Brooke opened up her arms and they climbed onto her lap. No matter what she had three kids to take care of. Three people that depended on her. Actually there were four now. One that she would meet in eight months. She was glad for them. Because without them she wasn't sure what she would do.
"Nothing. Everything is fine. Now why don't you go get ready for bed and I will come to tuck you in." She gave them a smile and watched them leave. One blond haired, tan child and one raven haired, fair skinned, but sisters still.
Twenty minutes later the girls were asleep. Wyatt had been moved into Owens room and Jake and Peyton were in their bed. Brooke sat on the couch. She had to get out for a while. Grabbing her keys, she ran out the front door. Tears streamed down her face as she drove down the highway, going faster than she should. It was hard to see in the downpour and that mixed with tears that blurred her vision was not good.
Brooke thought back to that day, July 14, 2007, when she got a ring slipped onto her finger and said I Do. Two months later when Hadyn was born she remembered being happier than she thought humanly possible, as if her chest would burst. Lucas was the one constant good thing in her life. He was her everything and she was his. Now, he couldn't look at her.
If Brooke had been paying attention she would've seen the tractor-trailer that crossed the median. She would've been able to move. Maybe half of her didn't want her to move. However it happened her Lexus was no match for the huge truck. The last thing she heard was a horrible scream that she didn't even recognize as her own as she flipped down a hill.
Lucas lay trying to get to sleep. The house was horribly quiet. Quieter than it had been the whole time they had lived there. Suddenly, the phone ringing pierced the silence like a knife. He rolled over and picked it up, half hoping it was her, half hoping it wasn't.
"Hello." There was a lot of noise in the background and he took a quick look at the clock. 1:23. He would never forget that number for the rest of her life.
"Is this Lucas Scott, husband of Brooke Scott?" The voice on the other end was formal and eerily familiar. The last time he had heard it was when the hospital had called to say his mother had a heart attack and died. His breath hitched in his throat.
"Yes." There was a pause in the sound than a high pitched beep that wouldn't end. He heard someone shout about someone flatlining.
"This is Tree Hill Baptist. Your wife has been involved in a car accident. You need to get here right now sir."
Lucas felt his whole world turn on end.
OMG...What is going to happen? The horror!