Author's Note: Hey, everyone. Hope you all like the last chapter. I'm
really glad you all still like this story and I hope you'll like the new
twist that will be added. I'm assuming you got the reason why Brooke left,
but it will all be explained by the end of this chapter. Another big thank
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"I can't believe you made me pay this time," Brooke whined as they pulled up in front of their room. "Did you see that kid? I could have gotten us a deluxe sweet for a week with complementary snack bar privileges."
"Tigger, look at this place," Haley instructed from her set. "It's a rundown roadside motel that consists of ten whole rooms. There is no deluxe sweet and I highly doubt that there is a snack bar in our room." Brooke rolled her eyes and shut off the car.
"Fine, but we still could've gotten it for free." Haley gave her a fake sympathetic look. Brooke snarled at her as she leaned into the back seat to grab a change of clothes, not wanting to have to get them in the rain.
"I'm sure you could have," she replied, copying Brooke's action and grabbed a pair of clothes. "But I already told you, we have enough money to pay for every other night. You can use your Brooke Davis charms on the other nights."
"Fine," Brooke sighed. They both had their clothes and were staring at the door of their room. "You got the key?" Haley held up the silver object. "You ready?" Haley nodded. "Okay, on the count of three."
"One, two..." They both quickly wiped open their respective car doors and ran towards the building. Haley quickly tried to get the key in the lock while Brooke danced around, complaining about the rain ruining her hair.
"Come on, Hales," she cried, trying to shield her hair with her hands.
"I'm trying," she replied in a frustrated voice. "I can barely see anyth ... There." Brooke quickly pushed past Haley and into the room, Haley following behind. She shut the door and found that Brooke was already in the washroom.
"This pace doesn't even have showers!" Brooke called from the washroom. Haley shook her head and began to take off her pants.
"And you thought there would be a snack bar," she mumbled, pulling on the clean pair of sweats. She turned to the bedside to see what time it was, but frowned when there wasn't one. "There isn't even an alarm clock. What time is it?" Haley took off her shirt. She heard the tap turn on and off, before Brooke reentered the room.
"It's only ten," she answered, giving Haley a quick glance before plopping down on her bed. "What are we supposed to do now? We have at least two hours to kill."
"There isn't even a TV in here," Haley commented, pulling the tank top over her head. She walked over to the washroom and threw her wet clothes on the floor with Brooke's. She came back into the room and motioned for Brooke to slide over. Brooke shifted to the other side of the bed to give Haley enough room to lie down too.
"So," Brooke questioned after Haley was settled on the bed beside her. "Got any ideas?" Haley turned her head to the side to give Brooke a look of fake shock. She gasped dramatically.
"You're telling me that the famous Brooke Davis can't think of something fun to do?" Brooke smirked at her and kicked her playfully.
"Oh, I can think of plenty," she replied. "Just nothing that you'd be allowed to do."
"Such as..." Brooke smiled evilly.
"Just stuff," she answered cryptically. "Stuff that a pregnant lady like yourself isn't supposed to do."
"Hey, you're not supposed to be doing that stuff either, remember?" Haley told her and Brooke rolled her eyes in response. "It's part of the whole supportive friend thing, you won't do anything that I can't. You promised."
"I know," Brooke assured her. "I just didn't think you'd be so cruel as to take me up on it." Haley laughed at the pouty tone in her voice.
"Are you kidding?" Haley laughed. "It's a proven fact that misery loves company." She looked over at Brooke. "Hi, company."
"Hi, misery," she replied back with a smile on her face. "Then I guess it's a good thing you came on this little adventure with me."
"Yeah," Haley said, her smile fading slightly as the conversation turned to a much sadder topic. "I'm glad I came."
"I'm glad you came too." They laid there in a comfortable silence, both thinking about different things. Haley tried to decide whether she should ask Brooke about it or not. She had asked Brooke about it a few nights ago, but she wasn't fully satisfied with the answer she received because she didn't really understand it. Brooke looked over at Haley and saw that she was having trouble with something. "What's up?
"Huh?"
"You got that far off look on your face," Brooke explained. "You were either thinking about something or you have gas. I'm kinda hoping it's the first one or else I'm gonna have to politely ask you to get out of my bed." Haley laughed despite herself.
"Oh, sorry," she replied. "I was just thinking about whether to ask you something or not."
"Well, it seems like you just made that decision," Brooke comment. "Cause you gotta know that I'm not gonna let it drop till you ask me."
"I should have just kept my mouth shut," Haley mumbled. Now she was trapped. She took a deep breath and pushed herself up into a sitting position. A worried look came across Brooke's face as she watched Haley's action. She knew this was serious. She sat up as well.
"Hales, you can ask me anything," Brooke assured her. "I mean that game of truth and truth was pretty one sided. I guess it's my turn now." She looked Haley in the eyes. "Ask away."
"Okay, well," Haley began. "I know I asked you this already, but I didn't really understand your answer." Brooke motioned for her to continue. "Why did you leave Tree Hill?"
"Oh," was all Brooke could say. "I should have seen this one coming."
"I'm sorry, you don't have to answer if..." Brooke held up her hands.
"No, no, you shared a lot with me last night," Brooke said. "It's only fair that I tell you my story as well." Brooke leaned back so she was up against the headboard, while Haley moved into the middle of the bed so she could face Brooke. "If I stop at any time in the middle of this story, just give me a minute and I'll be okay. Don't say anything until I'm done because if I stop there is no way I'll be able to start again. Got it?"
"Yeah," Haley answered. She could see that Brooke was nervous about telling her. "Just tell me what you're comfortable with me knowing, kay? You don't have to tell me anything else." Brooke nodded.
"It's okay," Brooke told her. "I think I need this." She looked down at her hands. "So, I don't know where to begin. I'm not sure how much you know. You obviously know all about the Peyton/Lucas/Brooke love triangle." Haley nodded. "So I guess I'll just skip ahead to the night of the auction. Not getting into any details about my date with Mouth, I ended up at the Rivercourt with Lucas. I told him a was pregnant."
"Wait," Haley interrupted. "I know I'm not supposed to be talking, but I just want to be clear. What do you mean by was?"
"As I was saying," Brooke continued. "I told him I was pregnant. We went to the doctors and everything to make sure and I was." She ran a hand through her hair. "He was such a great guy through the whole thing, I guess that's when I started to trust him again." Haley nodded; trying to suppress the hurt she felt that Luke had never told her any of this. "I don't know if you know anything about my step dad, you probably don't. I mean I've been best friends with Peyton forever and I can count the amount of times she's meet him on one hand." Haley shook her head indicating that she didn't know anything about him. A really bad feeling swept over her, she knew the next part wasn't going to be good. Brooke struggled with how to explain the next part. "Ah... okay remember what happened a couple mornings ago? At that first motel?"
"How could I forget," Haley answered. Realization finally hit her and her hand came over her mouth. "Oh, Tigger..." Brooke looked away, knowing she would start to cry if she looked at the sympathy on Haley's face.
"Yeah, "she confirmed. "Anyway, Luke came in before he could finish what he was doing. Let's just say that daddy dearest won't be showing his face at any Raven's basketball games in the near future." She had to smile at the memory of Lucas beating the living hell out of her stepfather, but it turned to a frown as she played out the rest of the story in her head. Haley watched her face fall and knew what was coming next. "I lost the baby, Hales." She finally broke down and began to cry. Haley had her in a hug in an instant.
"God, Tigger," she sighed. "I'm so sorry." Brooke wiped the tears from her eyes, dreading the next part she was going to have to tell her. She knew that she didn't need to continue the story, Haley had told her she didn't have to, but she felt she needed to. She knew they wouldn't be able to have a strong friendship if they had this secret between them. She pulled out of Haley's embrace. Haley looked at her in confusion. "What..."
"There's more," she whispered. "There's one more thing I have to tell you and I really don't think you're gonna like it."
"Tigger, what are you talking about?"
"The baby," she sighed. She closed her eyes. "Lucas wasn't the father."
"What?" Haley questioned. "I don't under... Are you sure?" Brooke nodded.
"We only slept together once and that was like two nights before the accident. I got my...I'm sure."
"Than who's was it?" Brooke looked away again. She closed her eyes and balled up her fist.
"You saw me after we broke up, right?" Haley nodded. "I was a complete mess, but when I saw him and Peyton together... I just snapped. After I bitched out Peyton I went to this bar, I was in desperate need of a drink." Haley nodded, trying to figure out where Brooke was going with this. Brooke took a deep breath. "I ran into Nathan, I don't know why he was there or what I was thinking, but..." She looked up when she didn't hear Haley say anything. The sight that greeted her broke her heart. She reached a hand out, but Haley quickly moved back and off the bed. "God, I'm so sorry, Hales. I don't know what I was thinking. I never meant to hurt you."
"You never meant to hurt me?" Haley snapped at her. She shook her head and looked around for something to hit. "Jesus, Brooke. You slept with my boyfriend and didn't think I'd be hurt?"
"I wasn't thinking, Hales," Brooke cried, getting off the bed. "I was just so hurt. I needed someone and he was there and..."
"And you forgot about the fact that I was his girlfriend?" Haley shook her head. "I can't believe you, Brooke. That's low, even for you." She couldn't look at her anymore so Haley walked to the door.
"Where are you going?" Brooke asked, stepping forward.
"I need to think about this," Haley answered. "And to get the hell away from you right now." She opened the door to step out.
"But it's late and it's raining," Brooke pointed out, worried that something might happen to Haley.
"Don't wait up," Haley said coldly before slamming the door behind her. Brooke stood stalk still as she stared at the door Haley had just walked out of.
"Damn it!" she screamed, kicking the garbage can that was beside the bed. Not knowing what else she could do, she sat back down on her bed and cried.
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"I can't believe you made me pay this time," Brooke whined as they pulled up in front of their room. "Did you see that kid? I could have gotten us a deluxe sweet for a week with complementary snack bar privileges."
"Tigger, look at this place," Haley instructed from her set. "It's a rundown roadside motel that consists of ten whole rooms. There is no deluxe sweet and I highly doubt that there is a snack bar in our room." Brooke rolled her eyes and shut off the car.
"Fine, but we still could've gotten it for free." Haley gave her a fake sympathetic look. Brooke snarled at her as she leaned into the back seat to grab a change of clothes, not wanting to have to get them in the rain.
"I'm sure you could have," she replied, copying Brooke's action and grabbed a pair of clothes. "But I already told you, we have enough money to pay for every other night. You can use your Brooke Davis charms on the other nights."
"Fine," Brooke sighed. They both had their clothes and were staring at the door of their room. "You got the key?" Haley held up the silver object. "You ready?" Haley nodded. "Okay, on the count of three."
"One, two..." They both quickly wiped open their respective car doors and ran towards the building. Haley quickly tried to get the key in the lock while Brooke danced around, complaining about the rain ruining her hair.
"Come on, Hales," she cried, trying to shield her hair with her hands.
"I'm trying," she replied in a frustrated voice. "I can barely see anyth ... There." Brooke quickly pushed past Haley and into the room, Haley following behind. She shut the door and found that Brooke was already in the washroom.
"This pace doesn't even have showers!" Brooke called from the washroom. Haley shook her head and began to take off her pants.
"And you thought there would be a snack bar," she mumbled, pulling on the clean pair of sweats. She turned to the bedside to see what time it was, but frowned when there wasn't one. "There isn't even an alarm clock. What time is it?" Haley took off her shirt. She heard the tap turn on and off, before Brooke reentered the room.
"It's only ten," she answered, giving Haley a quick glance before plopping down on her bed. "What are we supposed to do now? We have at least two hours to kill."
"There isn't even a TV in here," Haley commented, pulling the tank top over her head. She walked over to the washroom and threw her wet clothes on the floor with Brooke's. She came back into the room and motioned for Brooke to slide over. Brooke shifted to the other side of the bed to give Haley enough room to lie down too.
"So," Brooke questioned after Haley was settled on the bed beside her. "Got any ideas?" Haley turned her head to the side to give Brooke a look of fake shock. She gasped dramatically.
"You're telling me that the famous Brooke Davis can't think of something fun to do?" Brooke smirked at her and kicked her playfully.
"Oh, I can think of plenty," she replied. "Just nothing that you'd be allowed to do."
"Such as..." Brooke smiled evilly.
"Just stuff," she answered cryptically. "Stuff that a pregnant lady like yourself isn't supposed to do."
"Hey, you're not supposed to be doing that stuff either, remember?" Haley told her and Brooke rolled her eyes in response. "It's part of the whole supportive friend thing, you won't do anything that I can't. You promised."
"I know," Brooke assured her. "I just didn't think you'd be so cruel as to take me up on it." Haley laughed at the pouty tone in her voice.
"Are you kidding?" Haley laughed. "It's a proven fact that misery loves company." She looked over at Brooke. "Hi, company."
"Hi, misery," she replied back with a smile on her face. "Then I guess it's a good thing you came on this little adventure with me."
"Yeah," Haley said, her smile fading slightly as the conversation turned to a much sadder topic. "I'm glad I came."
"I'm glad you came too." They laid there in a comfortable silence, both thinking about different things. Haley tried to decide whether she should ask Brooke about it or not. She had asked Brooke about it a few nights ago, but she wasn't fully satisfied with the answer she received because she didn't really understand it. Brooke looked over at Haley and saw that she was having trouble with something. "What's up?
"Huh?"
"You got that far off look on your face," Brooke explained. "You were either thinking about something or you have gas. I'm kinda hoping it's the first one or else I'm gonna have to politely ask you to get out of my bed." Haley laughed despite herself.
"Oh, sorry," she replied. "I was just thinking about whether to ask you something or not."
"Well, it seems like you just made that decision," Brooke comment. "Cause you gotta know that I'm not gonna let it drop till you ask me."
"I should have just kept my mouth shut," Haley mumbled. Now she was trapped. She took a deep breath and pushed herself up into a sitting position. A worried look came across Brooke's face as she watched Haley's action. She knew this was serious. She sat up as well.
"Hales, you can ask me anything," Brooke assured her. "I mean that game of truth and truth was pretty one sided. I guess it's my turn now." She looked Haley in the eyes. "Ask away."
"Okay, well," Haley began. "I know I asked you this already, but I didn't really understand your answer." Brooke motioned for her to continue. "Why did you leave Tree Hill?"
"Oh," was all Brooke could say. "I should have seen this one coming."
"I'm sorry, you don't have to answer if..." Brooke held up her hands.
"No, no, you shared a lot with me last night," Brooke said. "It's only fair that I tell you my story as well." Brooke leaned back so she was up against the headboard, while Haley moved into the middle of the bed so she could face Brooke. "If I stop at any time in the middle of this story, just give me a minute and I'll be okay. Don't say anything until I'm done because if I stop there is no way I'll be able to start again. Got it?"
"Yeah," Haley answered. She could see that Brooke was nervous about telling her. "Just tell me what you're comfortable with me knowing, kay? You don't have to tell me anything else." Brooke nodded.
"It's okay," Brooke told her. "I think I need this." She looked down at her hands. "So, I don't know where to begin. I'm not sure how much you know. You obviously know all about the Peyton/Lucas/Brooke love triangle." Haley nodded. "So I guess I'll just skip ahead to the night of the auction. Not getting into any details about my date with Mouth, I ended up at the Rivercourt with Lucas. I told him a was pregnant."
"Wait," Haley interrupted. "I know I'm not supposed to be talking, but I just want to be clear. What do you mean by was?"
"As I was saying," Brooke continued. "I told him I was pregnant. We went to the doctors and everything to make sure and I was." She ran a hand through her hair. "He was such a great guy through the whole thing, I guess that's when I started to trust him again." Haley nodded; trying to suppress the hurt she felt that Luke had never told her any of this. "I don't know if you know anything about my step dad, you probably don't. I mean I've been best friends with Peyton forever and I can count the amount of times she's meet him on one hand." Haley shook her head indicating that she didn't know anything about him. A really bad feeling swept over her, she knew the next part wasn't going to be good. Brooke struggled with how to explain the next part. "Ah... okay remember what happened a couple mornings ago? At that first motel?"
"How could I forget," Haley answered. Realization finally hit her and her hand came over her mouth. "Oh, Tigger..." Brooke looked away, knowing she would start to cry if she looked at the sympathy on Haley's face.
"Yeah, "she confirmed. "Anyway, Luke came in before he could finish what he was doing. Let's just say that daddy dearest won't be showing his face at any Raven's basketball games in the near future." She had to smile at the memory of Lucas beating the living hell out of her stepfather, but it turned to a frown as she played out the rest of the story in her head. Haley watched her face fall and knew what was coming next. "I lost the baby, Hales." She finally broke down and began to cry. Haley had her in a hug in an instant.
"God, Tigger," she sighed. "I'm so sorry." Brooke wiped the tears from her eyes, dreading the next part she was going to have to tell her. She knew that she didn't need to continue the story, Haley had told her she didn't have to, but she felt she needed to. She knew they wouldn't be able to have a strong friendship if they had this secret between them. She pulled out of Haley's embrace. Haley looked at her in confusion. "What..."
"There's more," she whispered. "There's one more thing I have to tell you and I really don't think you're gonna like it."
"Tigger, what are you talking about?"
"The baby," she sighed. She closed her eyes. "Lucas wasn't the father."
"What?" Haley questioned. "I don't under... Are you sure?" Brooke nodded.
"We only slept together once and that was like two nights before the accident. I got my...I'm sure."
"Than who's was it?" Brooke looked away again. She closed her eyes and balled up her fist.
"You saw me after we broke up, right?" Haley nodded. "I was a complete mess, but when I saw him and Peyton together... I just snapped. After I bitched out Peyton I went to this bar, I was in desperate need of a drink." Haley nodded, trying to figure out where Brooke was going with this. Brooke took a deep breath. "I ran into Nathan, I don't know why he was there or what I was thinking, but..." She looked up when she didn't hear Haley say anything. The sight that greeted her broke her heart. She reached a hand out, but Haley quickly moved back and off the bed. "God, I'm so sorry, Hales. I don't know what I was thinking. I never meant to hurt you."
"You never meant to hurt me?" Haley snapped at her. She shook her head and looked around for something to hit. "Jesus, Brooke. You slept with my boyfriend and didn't think I'd be hurt?"
"I wasn't thinking, Hales," Brooke cried, getting off the bed. "I was just so hurt. I needed someone and he was there and..."
"And you forgot about the fact that I was his girlfriend?" Haley shook her head. "I can't believe you, Brooke. That's low, even for you." She couldn't look at her anymore so Haley walked to the door.
"Where are you going?" Brooke asked, stepping forward.
"I need to think about this," Haley answered. "And to get the hell away from you right now." She opened the door to step out.
"But it's late and it's raining," Brooke pointed out, worried that something might happen to Haley.
"Don't wait up," Haley said coldly before slamming the door behind her. Brooke stood stalk still as she stared at the door Haley had just walked out of.
"Damn it!" she screamed, kicking the garbage can that was beside the bed. Not knowing what else she could do, she sat back down on her bed and cried.
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