Face Down
Thanks for all the reviews so far, I'm motivated to keep writing and since I'm motivated I'm just going to keep updating I suppose till I finish. All lyrics are from TRJA. I don't own anything. I know a lot of you are mad that i made Lucas to be the bad guy, but comeee on it makes for a good story. and plus you'll see what happens even though i dont even know yet!
Chapter Two: What's Really Happening
The phone on the nightstand rang violently, Lucas reached over groggily picking up the receiver.
"Hello?" He mumbled into the pillow, cradling the phone between his shoulder.
"Lucas?"
"Nathan is that you?"
"Yeah, I was wondering if I could talk to you."
"About what?"
"Can we talk in person?"
"Do we have to?"
"I'm just really worried about Brooke."
"Why's that?" Lucas asked, turning over and looking at the empty bed.
"Haley's been noticing that Brooke's been wearing a lot of long sleeved shirts."
"What's wrong with that?"
"It's summer Lucas, she also saw a bruise on Brooke's neck."
"What're you saying? Do you think I hit her?"
"N-" Lucas slammed the phone back onto the base before Nathan could respond. He pulled himself out of bed, and made his way to the living room.
Brooke walked out of the kitchen, holding a coffee cup in both hands. She stopped when she saw Lucas eyeing her, she'd seen that look before.
"Did you tell Haley that I hit you?" He took a few steps toward her.
"No, I didn't."
"Are you lying to me?" Lucas took another few steps towards Brooke.
"No." Her hands were shaking, and the coffee was threatening to fall from the brim.
'Do you feel like a man when you push her around?
Do you feel better now as she falls to the ground?'
Lucas slammed the cup out of her hands, and the glass shattered when it hit the wooden floor, coffee all over. He hit Brooke across the face with the back of his hand, her entire body fell to the ground from the impact. Tears were glazing Brooke's eyes, he had never hit her that hard before.
"Why do they think I hit you?" He stood over her, his voice rising.
Brooke swallowed the lump in her throat and turned to face him from her position on the ground, "I don't know Lucas! I didn't say anything!" He reached down and picked her up, roughlypushing her body against the wall.
Lucas's blue eyes pierced into Brooke's, his mouth set in a firm line.
"I love you, don't you see that?" He punched the wall right next to her face, and made a hole. Pushing her to the ground, he walked away and didn't look back at her crumpled figure.
Brooke pulled her knee's close, and started rocking back and forth. Moments later she hovered over the shattered glass, her tears mixing with the spilled coffee. Her entire body tensed as she heard the front door slam.
The doorbell rang, and Brooke didn't bother to get up. She sat in front of the broken glass, with tears falling from her once flawless face. The door opened, and Peyton walked in. Upon seeing Brooke, she rushed over.
"Oh my god, Brooke are you okay?" Peyton asked kneeling in front of her. Brooke fell into Peyton and started crying on her shoulder, she'd been keeping her emotions in for so long it felt good to just let it all out. After a few minutes, Peyton gently pushed Brooke back, but kept her hands tightly on her shoulders.
"What happened?"
"Nothing…" Brooke whispered.
"Who hit you?" Peyton questioned looking at the bruise on Brooke's face.
"No one…" Brooke whispered again.
"Where's Lucas?"
"He's not here."
"Who did this to you?"
Brooke started crying again, and Peyton pulled her close. Stroking her hair, and trying to calm her down, "He loves me right?" Brooke whispered into Peyton's hair. Peyton pulled her closer; unable to form words that would help the situation.
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