Hey guys thanks for all of the reviews and I'm sorry if it wasn't obvious but, yes, Brooke and Lucas are together, dating each other. All right well, here's chapter 3.

Chapter 3

It wasn't the nachos that Lucas and Brooke ate that were making his stomach feel kind of funky. It was nerves. He was nervous for Brooke, that she wasn't going to be okay when she got back home. He couldn't even do anything about it, and he hated that.

She wouldn't let him call the police, she wouldn't stay there, and no way in hell would she let him come home with her. All he could really do was to wait for her to come crying to him or Peyton. God, he hoped that that didn't happen. Or maybe he wanted it to happen. He knew that it would be worse if she didn't come to them when something happened.

Brooke walked into her front door and shut it as quietly as she could, trying to cause no attention towards her coming home. She tried to sneak upstairs but her mom and dad were both in the kitchen and when she passed it to get to the stairs they saw her. Her dad screamed out her name in anger as he saw her sneak by.

Right when Brooke heard his angry voice she knew she was in for it and she was so scared of what was going to happen. She knew it by the tone of her voice, really. He came barging out of the kitchen towards her with his wife, Brooke's mother, not far behind.

"Where the hell were you!" Brooke's dad screamed at her. "I-I was at P-peyton's house." Brooke lied, frightfully. "You slept over?" Her father asked. Brooke nodded. "Did I say that you could leave this house, let a lone sleep over a friend's?" "No, but –" Brooke started but her dad grabbed her shoulders hard. "Now didn't we learn last time about what happens when you do stuff that I don't approve of?" "I'm sorry, I didn't think that you would mind." Brooke tried to apologize. "Both of you did go to school today right?" Her dad questioned.

Brooke nodded. Pause. Stop. Freeze-frame. Whatever you want to call it but right at that moment Brooke made her mistake. She quickly realized it too and so did her dad. "Well the school called. They said that you didn't attend today. Now why would you lie to me?" He said. Brooke didn't remember about the school calling until after she had told her father that she went to school that day. "I-I did-didn't, I m-mean . . ." Brooke tried to come up with an excuse. Nothing.

Her dad pinned her up against the wall, his hand around her throat. Although her mother hadn't said anything, she was there the whole time. "Mom, please, help." Brooke looked at her mother with pleading eyes. "No, I'm sorry honey, but how will you learn if you don't get punished when you misbehave."

Brooke looked at her surprised. 'Misbehaved!' Brooke thought. "It's not misbehaving when your father hits you and then your scared to come home so you sleep over your friends house and you cant go to school because of the giant gaping bruise on your face!" Brooke shouted at her. Her dad got furious and slapped Brooke across the face. He let go of her and she flew into the wall. "Don't you ever talk back to you mother! Do you understand!" Her father screamed at her.

Brooke didn't answer him. She just wished she had stayed with Lucas. He walked over to her and pulled back her hair. "I said 'do you understand!'" Her father repeated himself, which she knew that he didn't like doing. "Yes." Brooke cried. "Yes what?" Her father asked angrily. "Yes, I understand, I won't talk back again!" She cried again.

For about the next forty-five minutes Brooke's dad hit her. Then he sent her to her room. Once her parents fell asleep Brooke snuck out of her room and to the front door. She opened it slowly, careful not to make it squeak and left. She didn't care how mad her dad got; right now she was so scared to stay in the house. Her dad could burst through the door at any given moment. It hurt so much probably a few broken ribs and her wrist was killing her, probably broken, or at least sprained. She went straight to Peyton's house.

Lucas was sitting on his couch trying to watch TV without worrying about Brooke. Every few minutes his mind would wander off but he would try to just relax. The phone rang and he got up and answered it. It was Peyton and she sounded . . . different. Like, kind of panicked. "Hey Luke, it's Brooke, her dad . . . he hit her again, and it's pretty bad." Peyton said into the phone. Lucas knew that this was going to happen. "Okay, I'll be right there." He responded. He ran out the door.

Peyton is hugging Brooke who is crying into her shoulder. Lucas walks in without knocking and Brooke gets up and runs to him. They hug and she cries some more. "You were right, I should have stayed with you." Brooke cried. Lucas tried to comfort her as best he could but she was way more bruised than he had ever seen her before.

"Hey come on, we should go to the hospital." He tried telling her. She shook her head. "No, I can't, he'll find me." "Brooke, your in pretty bad shape, I mean what, three, four broken ribs and . . ." Lucas looked down and saw that her wrist was in pretty bad shape too. " . . .and your wrist, it looks broken." "I can't, this time hurt the worst, if he finds me at a hospital and found out that I ran away . . . I'm scared it'll be even worse." Brooke said.

Lucas thinks for a moment and then looks at Brooke. "Okay, umm, I'm going to go do something, okay. I'll be back later, I promise." Lucas said. Brooke looks in his eyes and she knows what he's going to do. "No, Lucas, you can't!" Brooke told him. "Brooke, don't worry about it." He walked out and Brooke took Peyton's car keys and followed him.

Lucas pulled up in front of Brooke's house and Brooke wasn't far behind in Peyton's car. Lucas got out of the car and walked up to the doorway. Brooke ran up next to him. He rang the doorbell numerous times until Brooke's dad answered.

As soon as her dad opened the door Lucas punched him in his face. Brooke gasped. "Lucas, stop!" She screamed at him. He didn't care. Him and her dad, who is named Tom, kept fighting and punching each other inside the house. Brooke kept begging them to stop. Lucas was about to punch Tom when Brooke grabbed his arm. Without realizing what he was doing, he pushed her hard into the wall. She hit her already badly injured wrist and let out a small cry/yelp.

Lucas was about to hit Tom when he realized what he had just done. He stopped and ran up to Brooke. She was crying and when he got close to her she tried to back away. "Please . . . stop . . ." She whispered and begged him. "Brooke, no, I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to." She just kept backing away from him as her father laughed. "So what, does this make you kind of like me now?" Her father asked Lucas. Lucas just looked at him.

Ok guys, there's chapter 3. I really didn't want to show the whole Tom (Brookes dad) hitting her thing, so I tried to only show a little bit. Tell me what you think. Review Review Review!

(megan)