Your Mistake Killed My Soul

Rating: T for content

Disclaimer: Sadly, I own no One Tree Hill character, though I do own all OC's (in the chapter it's Kendall Ramon Scott) and yeah…but if you know where to buy James Lafferty tell me…. just kidding!

A.N.: Thank you for all the kind reviews!

Your Mistake Killed My Soul

Chapter Three: The Secrets We Hide

Lucas walked around his old house circumspectly. As familiar as it seemed, it had a strange foreign feeling. The smell still reeked with the aroma of fresh flowers and something baking, yet the mood seemed so much damper from when he lived there. It seemed as though something had annihilated the inside of his home without leaving any trace of destruction but the odd climate. Lucas suspected it had something to do with Kendall. He knew she was always with her grandmother and uncle, practically a third member to the tiny family.

As he walked down the narrow hallway he found they were garnished with pictures of Andrew as an infant, a few as a toddler, some from basketball, and so on and so forth. You could watch him grow up within a few steps. It almost scared Lucas to see that there were absolutely no pictures of him whatsoever. Had a stranger walked through that hallway, it would have never known that Karen mothered two sons. Inside, this made Lucas doleful. He knew that his distance had taken a toll on his family and played a significant role in the death of his daughter, but he had a good reason for doing so. His reason had been kept secret for so long, it was becoming a difficult burden…

Coming upon the entrance of the bathroom, Lucas discovered a picture of Kendall and Andrew just a few years prior. They looked to be about eleven. Both the preteens had paintbrushes in their hands and were covered in white paint. Kendall resembled Lucas so much in the picture it was almost scary. Her long blonde hair was pulled back into a messy ponytail, her baggy overalls covered in white paint. A big smile decorated the tips of her lips as Andrew smiled sweetly beside him in the same suit. It was so hard for Lucas to comprehend that the little girl standing in that picture had been his little girl. He had played a role in creating her—and killing her.

Just as he was getting lost in a deep thought about Kendall his cell phone went off. It startled him a bit having not expected anyone to be calling him today. Most people back home in New York knew that Lucas had lost a loved one—not that it was his daughter who had died.

"Hello," he answered softly.

"Hey, Luke," the voice on the opposite end was sweet and comforting.

"Hey honey," Lucas smiled happily just as Brooke was heading for the bathroom. He hadn't noticed her walking down the hallway towards him and now he could feel his cheeks burning with worry. Brooke's eyes shot off death glares as he quickly ended his conversation.

"Look, I gotta go. I'll call you later," Luke promised. "Okay, bye."

"See you have a new girlfriend," Brooke snickered as she walked towards the bathroom door. "She must have been the one keeping you from your daughter. Huh?"

"Brooke," Lucas sighed. "It's not like that."

"Sure," Brooke snapped. "I'm sure you had a really credible reason to stay with your girlfriend when your daughter needed your help more than anything."

"Brooke, you don't understand," Lucas tried to explain, but Brooke cut him off.

"What am I not understanding, Lucas? You were too busy playing house with your new girlfriend to come be a father to your daughter."

Lucas tried to say something, but Brooke slammed the door in his face before he could say anymore.

"Hanson James Scott, get you butt down here this instant!" Haley Scott screamed from the foot of her large house's stairs. They had just moved into the new homes on the nicer side of Tree Hill, Nathan having done quite well in his job at the college coaching basketball.

Not much had changed in the world of Haley and Nathan Scott except for the fact that they were the happy parents of five rambunctious children. Haley got pregnant right after high school with their first, Michael Lucas Scott followed by the twins Allison Amelia Scott and Alexandria Rose Scott, which then led to Hanson James Scott, and finally the newest member of the Scott clan: Catherine Elizabeth. All of their children were under the age of ten, which really kept Haley busy considering she still maintained a full time job at the café.

"We're late!" she screamed angrily, running through the kitchen to put away the ironing board. "I said Hanson get down here!" she screamed once again for the young five year old. Though she knew that it was hardly their little boy's fault that they were late for Karen's house, she couldn't help but blame him.

"I'm over here, Mommy," Hanson said sweetly from the kitchen doorway. Haley sighed, trying to make herself smile. All she needed to do was relax. Just breath. Lately things had been really crazy with Kendall, well you all know, and work, and then the kids still needed to be dropped off at school and picked up and made dinner and bathing and put to bed. Haley felt like a ticking bomb. She was going to explode at some point.

"Okay," Haley knelt down to the young boy's size, quickly pulling the freshly ironed white button down on him. "Go have Daddy put on your tie."

Standing up, she watched as the young boy scurried back up the stairs. He was so much like his father with his brown hair, which was grown out to look like a little skater boy, and his blue eyes. Haley felt herself calm at the idea of her sweet boy. As stressful as life was, Haley felt comfort in her children.

Walking back around the house to finish the menial chores before they were to leave, Haley felt herself slowly calm down…

Brooke stood in the center of Karen's kitchen, her mind spacing off. Everywhere she looked she saw Kendall. Her face haunted her. No matter how hard Brooke thought, she felt she would never figure out the exact reason why Kendall committed suicide. She liked to tell herself it was all on Lucas, which tended to help, but she knew there was more to it.

Brooke leaned against the granite countertop, almost crushing Lucas's phone. A thought came to mind as she glanced outside to see Lucas and his mother sitting comfortably in the little white rockers, awkwardly catching up on what was going on in their lives. Opening his phone, she scrolled through to find his recent calls. The most recent one had to be from his girlfriend and once Peyton found that number she could call that woman and give her a piece of her mind…

Peyton?

A.N: Okay, I'm leaving you with kind of a confusing cliffy which will be explained more in the next chapter…so, hope it was good. I know it was REALLY short, but I've been swamped with homework, so here's my update. He-he! Love y'all :)