A/N: I do not own One Tree Hill or any of it's characters. Mark Schwan does.
Pairings: Lucas/Brooke Lucas/Peyton
Rated T: For language
Summary: 98 lies. That's how many lies you told in our eight years of marriage. No, not in our eight years of marriage, but my eight years of imprisonment. 98 lies was what it took for me to finally leave. You always told me that my suspicions were ridiculous, and you told me to stay. But I knew the truth, and now, I'm setting myself free. LB LP
NO FLAMES, PLEASE.
98 Lies
Don't cry to me
If you loved me
You would be here with me
You want me
Come find me
Make up your mind
He's a liar. A backstabbing idiot. Does he really think he could lie like this and get away with it? Believe me, I'm smarter than he gives me credit for. As we stand in front of everyone at Nathan and Haley's 10th anniversary, I can't help but feel jealous of Haley. She always did have it easy in love. Whereas I, howvever, never was that lucky.
Should I let you fall?
Lose it all?
Then maybe you can remember yourself
Can't keep believing
We're only deceiving ourselves
And I'm sick of the lie
And your too late
She's a bitch. A whore. It's like she doesn't even have a heart. She waits for someone to be to be good and happy and that's when she does it: she uses her claws to rip apart that happiness. It's like she feeds off everyone's pain and suffering. Just because she's not happy. I really was right when I told her she was a back-stabbing, two-faced bitch all those years ago. She told me she would never touch him again. What a fucking liar. It seems that's all she does now. Lie. Same with him.
Don't cry to me
If you loved me
You would be here with me
You want me
Come find me
Make up your mind
How could he do this? After eight years of marriage, you would think he would feel at least a little bad. I mean, we even have a child together, for Christ's sake. But still, all those nights he left me all alone in our house. He told me he was working late. But I knew better than that. I knew they were all lies because could smell the cheap perfume on his clothes. He says it was mine. I told him I don't wear cheap ass Wal-Mart perfume. It's a perfect match, really. Cheap perfume, cheap blonde whore.
Couldn't take the blame
Sick with shame
Must be exhausting to lose your own game
Selfishly hated
No wonder your jaded
You can't play the victim this time
And your too late
I have to fight the urge to not let out a laugh when he gives me a glare because I've seemed to manage to gather a crowd. Well, sorry. I'm sorry for yelling at you when I saw you kiss her neck no more than 20 feet in front of me. Sorry for not being angry because my own husband has been cheating on me with my best friend for the past eight years. And I'm sorry, so sorry for never being good enough for him after all these years together. He's not happy being with me? Well, sorry about that too, but it's not like I was pointing a gun to his head to make him be with me. It's his fault. It's his fault for stealing my heart. It's his fault for breaking it.
Don't cry to me
If you loved me
You would be here with me
You want me
Come find me
Make up your mind
It's her fault too. Her fault for making me trust her again. Her fault for telling me she would rather kill herself before she betrayed me again. Ho's over Bro's, right? What a load of bullshit. After all those times she got angry with me because I kept accusing her of sleeping with him. Kept saying I was delerious. I thought, 'You know what? Maybe I am crazy. Maybe she's right. I mean, she would never do this to me again. She couldn't. She wouldn't. You'd have to be a heartless monster. Well, obviously, she was. She is. They both are.
You never call me when you're sober
You only want it 'cause it's over
It's over
And it's my fault. My fault for letting him take my heart again. My fault for taking him back. And it's my fault for believing her. My fault for trusting her. Well, you know what they say, "Fool me once, shame on you. Fool me twice, shame on you."
How could I have burned paradise?
How could I - you were never mine
It's my fault for letting them use me, for letting them treat me this way. I did anyway, though. I let them use me over and over and over. They knew I was hurting, but they didn't care. Instead they just kept going behind my back, thinking I was too stupid to figure out what was going on. They were the reason for my heartbreak. They were the reason I cried so much I didn't have anymore tears to shed. They broke me. But no more. As of today, I will pick the pieces up. They will use me no more. They fucked with me, now I'll teach them what it's like to feel so used. I'm stronger now than I ever was, and it's because of them. So actually, I have to thank them a little as well.
I love Lucas, and I always will. He took a piece of my heart, and I know that even if I tried my hardest, I could never get it back. And I love Peyton. I always will. She is my best friend, my rock, my guiding light. I love them so much it makes my heart ache. But at the same time I hate them so much that I could kill them. Because it was 98 lies. 98 that they told me in these past eight years because they were too cowardly to tell the truth. I guess they would just rather see the one person that cares about them most hurting. Well, I've got news for them. I'm no one's puppet anymore. Today, I'm cutting my strings loose.
I pick up my daughter, and walk away. Walk away from Lucas and Peyton. From everyone, with my head held high. I may not have anyone to turn to, but I know I can still make it. If I could make it this far, then I know I can make it through anything. As long as I have my daughter. She's all I need. She's all I want. As I walk away, I turn my back on those who have betrayed me, those who have hurt me. I turn my back on those 98 lies. And after eight years of imprisonment, I am finally free.
So don't cry to me
If you loved me
You would be here with me
Don't lie to me
Just get your things
I've made up your mind
A/N: Song is "Call Me When You're Sober" by Evanescence.
