Lucas
"Aaaaaaaah!" I heard a blood-curdling scream come in from my room. I shot up immediately from the couch and ran to my room where Brooke was sleeping. She had been drunk high and had no idea what she was doing.
The minute I entered, I saw her clutching the mattress, fisting it up as she shook to and fro while a nightmare haunted her thoughts. I could see the silver streaks near her eyes even in the darkness as they burned with fear.
Wasting no time, I ran up to the bed and grabbed her in my arms, trying to wake her up.
"Brooke! Baby, wake up. It's okay. You're safe." I yelled as I shook the girl who was helplessly sobbing in my arms.
She then opened her eyes. They were red. I got scared for a brief second as she looked towards me helplessly. She was tired. The mental visuals and the crazy night had completely worn her out.
"Shh. It's okay. I got you." I said while coddling and rocking her to and fro. She went ahead to say something, but I just stopped her and confirmed that everything was alright.
She was asleep soon enough. I got up to go out again, give her her space and let her sleep peacefully.
It had not even been an hour when my ears caught her whimpering faintly. She was awake this time when I went in. Her head was between her legs as she rocked herself to and fro. Her hair was strewn around her face, covering it up as it stuck to her cheeks with the aid of sweat and tears. The sight of the broken girl was like a stab wound. I was a big part of why all of this happened. I caused her to break like that. She feels alone because I made her feel that way. What she did was outrageous, but I knew that it wasn't her decision. She was tricked. And how did I react, by jumping into bed with another girl.
I shook my head at the painful memory. I didn't help then, maybe I could make things better now.
"Hey Pretty Girl. Don't worry. You have me." I said as I pushed the still small girl in my lap. It surprised me how small she was. I was a big guy, being an athlete. And my Brookie never really grew that way. I never had any trouble lifting her up or giving her a piggy- back ride on my shoulders. She easily fit on my lap too. I missed that.
Brooke Davis had a knack for arguing and we always fought, constantly. I genuinely thought she would refuse to accept the comfort and punch me in my gut. But, her response surprised me.
Her arms flung around my bare chest as she stuck herself to me and cried away. I just let her as I moved my fingers through her silky locks to calm her down.
"Lucas! What did I do? I lost it. W- We lost it. I messed up so bad. I killed it Luke. I didn't even know if it was a boy or a girl. It was my baby. The baby that I made with you and I killed it. Its gone! It was so tiny. I saw it and I felt it. And now I can't feel it anymore. I don't feel anything anymore." She said.
I tried but I couldn't help but let a few tears escape my eyes.
"Baby don't blame yourself. The minute Victoria came to know, she flew down and made you get an abortion. You thought it was a check up until it was about to go down and by then it was too late. Please don't blame yourself Brooke." I explained. She didn't know any better. It was all new and overwhelming. We stayed like that for a while. Venting it all out.
"Please don't go." She whispered between hiccups some time later. I quickly nodded my head as I got under the sheets.
"Don't worry. I'm here for you as long as you need me." I replied before pulling her into me and holding her tight. She quickly snuggled into my chest happily accepting the love and warmth. There was a brief smile and a nod to gratitude and acceptance before the truth flooded back in the mind, stopping us. I just pulled her even closer if that was possible and planted a kiss on her head as we both tried to forget. Forget the past. Forget the pain. Forget the hate and suffering. And forget ourselves and the misery we caused to each other. However, would we ever forget? Was it possible to?
If not forgetting it, we were sure as hell going to Ignore it. For at least the night anyway.