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!

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Your Mistake Killed My Soul

Chapter Six: The Truth Behind The Lies

The early morning dawn seeped through the creases in the blinds. Brooke's eyes fluttered open, her body unaware of the fact that she had fallen asleep in the comfort of her daughter's room. Somehow being there in Kendall's room made her feel better, like a piece of her was still there.

Yet the idea of getting out of bed seemed ludicrous. Brooke's heart ached at just the thought of leaving her daughter's room. Getting up and walking out of the bedroom would only make the day go forward—another day without Kendall. The warmth of her covers seemed so much better. If Brooke didn't get up, she wouldn't have to feel the pain…

A loud knock at the door erupted a loud moan from Brooke. She considered pretending like she wasn't home. Just let the person knock like a mad person. Eventually they'll give up. But a few minutes passed and this person seemed determined to get her attention.

"I'm coming," Brooke, screamed out angrily as she slowly exited the soft tepid sheets. Limping out to the living room, she heard the familiar voice of a man…Lucas Scott?

"Brooke, please answer the door," he pleaded. "Please let me explain some things to you."

Brooke opened the door without even thinking. Had someone told her a few months prior that Lucas Scott would be standing at her door at a completely ungodly time, she would have labeled him or her as crazy.

"Hey," Lucas said quietly as she opened the door. Brooke couldn't find the words to speak. She was shocked that Lucas knew where she lived—let alone was coming to speak with her. She wanted to pinch herself to make sure this wasn't some crazy dream. Was it a dream?

"Are you really here?" Brooke asked through a daze.

"Yes, I am," Lucas confirmed. "And I'd really like to talk with you—explain a few things."

Brooke didn't know how to respond. Half of her really wanted to know what Lucas had to say, but the other half was reluctant. What would knowing what Lucas had to say give her? It wasn't going to supplant the void in her stomach. It wasn't going to bring back Kendall…

"Why should I let you explain anything, Lucas?" Brooke asked bitterly.

"Because…" Lucas didn't know quite what to say. He just knew that if he told Brooke the truth, everything would be okay. He hoped everything would be okay. "Please, Brooke. Just let me talk to you."

Brooke sighed looking to the ground, her arms crossed firmly. "You have five minutes to say your peace."

Lucas took in a deep breath, "Listen Brooke, I know that I was selfish and I probably seemed like a horrible bastard of a dad when it came to raising Kendall. I'll admit that I wasn't much of a father. Fact, I really wasn't a father. Just a sperm donor really," Brooke couldn't believe what she was hearing. Did Lucas Scott really just admit to being the worst father ever? This had to be a dream. "I was acting stingy when I decided to go to NYU. I should've stayed here with you and our baby…been a father…" tears threatened Lucas's eyes. "But I was so god damn set on NYU. It was a dream come true—literally. But now I see that having Kendall was a dream come true. I was just too blind to see the blessing that she was."

Lucas stopped talking for a second, trying to hold back the tears. He didn't want to cry midway through his speech to Brooke. He was going to stay strong through this delivery of the truth. "Peyton and I ran into one another two years after I'd graduated from New York. She was single and six months pregnant. At the time I had been looking to move back to Tree Hill to be with you and Kendall. I had just finished my first novel and figured I could afford to come back and be a father." Lucas looked up at Brooke. Her expression was a mix between completely cross and dazed. "But Peyton was having a hard time. She had to quit work because she had missed so much while being pregnant. I felt the need to step in and help. Be a man, I guess. Deep down inside I thought I was being a good guy and helping out a friend." Lucas couldn't help it. The tears were going to come whether he wanted them to or not. The tightening of his chest was making it hard to breath. "She gave birth to a beautiful baby girl—Anna. I tried to play a role in Anna's life, maybe I was trying to make up for not being there with Kendall, I don't know. But she was a great girl. Yet, Peyton never told me who the father was until the day Anna was diagnosed with leukemia. She was only thirteen months old. Doctors felt like she had a good chance at beating it, but every time she'd go into remission it'd pop up again. It killed…literally."

Brooke looked at Lucas, somewhat feeling sorry for him. But she couldn't understand why he had put another little girl in place of his own. It didn't seem right that Lucas would go and play dad for another little girl.

"I feel so sorry for you, Lucas," Brooke said. "But my only question is why did you place Anna as your primary concern when you had a little girl of you own waiting for you to come be her daddy?"

"Honestly," Lucas said. "At first it was because Peyton really needed the help. She could barely feed herself let alone take care of another being. But when she told me that the father was Nathan, I felt that I needed to stay…"

Brooke felt as though someone had shattered glass. It was like the world had stopped spinning. "What did you just say?"

A.N: Sorry, I kind of just fell off the Richter scale there for a while. I had so much going on this weekend; I barely had time to eat. Hopefully this chapter wasn't too boring for y'all. I know you all probably figured out the suspenseful drama beforehand, but I figured I'd just confirm it through this chapter. So—drop a line! Lol. Luv ya!