Invisible String
Chapter 5
Author's note : Enjoy my readers.
When I taste tequila, baby I still see ya
your lips pressed against the bottle
I remember how bad I need ya,
how I need your love
Yeah, it sinks in.
Hours Later
In the morning
Brooke awoke sweaty and hot. Her hair wild. And mind very much a blank. Besides the dreams she was having which were all about the attack.
She felt sick to her stomach. A hard hitting head ache.
Brooke raced to the bathroom to throw up the contents of bar food she had consumed hours earlier.
When she managed to empty her stomach. Brush her teeth. Wash her face. And compose herself she made her way back to bed.
She wouldn't be doing much of anything today. That much she was sure of.
Brooke leaped out of bed and grabbed her bat. When her bedroom door opened on its own.
"It's only me Brooke. I made breakfast for you. The more grease the better. You got really messed up last night."
"I found you at the Blue Velvet. There was shot glasses all over the bar. I knew you wouldn't take Xzavier being released well. Why would you. But if someone else had found you who wanted to take advantage of you in that state."
"Found you last night could of ended up leaving you in a dangerous position. I know you don't like to talk about the attack. But acting out like this isn't helping."
"I'm worried about you." Lucas admitted.
Brooke glared at him.
"You're engaged. You're feeling and attention should be focusd on Peyton. Nothing else."
"You didn't have to spend the night." Brooke stated matter of fact.
"I wanted to make sure you were okay. That's what friends do." He replied.
Brooke stared down at the omelet. Egg. Cheese. Ham.
She needed to eat. It would only help her feel better.
She ate half the omelet then looked to Lucas.
"This is delicious. I appreciate you staying with me."
"But you should go. I'm sure Peyton is missing you."
"Did i say or do anything humilating.? Last night is a blank." Brooke questioned.
"You told me you loved me. That you were in love with me." Lucas confessed.
Brooke's eyes went wide. She swallowed hard. Unable to look at him.
"Brooke Davis. Are you blushing.?" Lucas asked.
"I was drunk. You can't take anything i say seriously." Brooke replied. Desperate to play it off.
"So should i write off our first kiss as us being caught up in the moment at the reception.?" Lucas asked.
"Exactly. We are adults. In control of our thoughts. Feelings. Actions." Brooke proclaimed.
"I'll make a note of that. I found you're box of letters."
"Addressed to me." Lucas confessed.
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