A/N: I do not own One Tree Hill
Peyton awoke to the sound of bluebirds chirping in the tree beside her bedroom window. Last night had been draining, and at this moment she had never hated birds more in her life. They chirped with happiness that she felt was too far out of her reach, and for that reason she disliked them. Upon opening her eyes, she found herself in the floor, the same exact spot where she had heard about a year of unfaithfulness on the part of her husband. She shuttered at the thought of him with another woman.
She forced herself from the ground to find that her head was throbbing from the tears she had cried, her back was aching from the way she had slept, and her heart was broken in ways she never though possible. But she knew she couldn't just crawl in a hole. In the past whenever she was in trouble or had lost faith, it was he who saved her. In this situation, he could not be both the hero and the villain, she would have to do this without him, but she would endure for the sake of the child growing inside her.
She leaned against the cold hard dresser while grabbing a pillow to squeeze. It was an emotional comfort if anything, so when the anger got to be too much she had something to hurt. She looked over to find some bacon, toast, and a glass of orange juice along with a note that said 'Don't forget to eat'. She smiled thinking that Brooke had probably come by to find her like this and knew that Peyton would forget about hunger. She slowly forced the food down her raw dry throat; she had to admit that it did feel good to have something for energy. She soon found out that it wasn't Brooke who had left the food when Lucas entered the room.
"I thought I asked you to leave last night?" she spat at him, hoping he could feel the hate in her voice.
"You did, I slept in the car, but I came back in this morning to make sure you were at least getting nutrition. You said you were pregnant." He was sincere in his words. Hearing her say she was going to have a baby made him ecstatic, and the hate he had for himself rise.
"Did you sleep well, dear?" she asked mockingly.
"No" and before he could elaborate her weapon of words was responding.
"Good, you don't deserve too." Her voice was hard and unattached, and he could feel the pain he had caused.
"I know how much I hurt you, and I don't know how to make it up to you. And you are having our child, Peyt. A baby. I wish I could make things better again. That I could take everything back." He said sliding down the wall. He grasped the spikes of his hair with his hands before settling with his hands on his face, covering the escaping tears.
She stared blankly in front of her; pillow wrapped in a hug leaned against the dresser. "It should be the happiest time of our lives, but it isn't because you are an asshole!"
"Do you think we can ever get past this, for the sake of the baby? I want to be able to know him."
"I can't deny a child the right to see a parent, but don't expect to have any input. Just visits and they will be in Tree Hill. New York is not a good place for a kid or a single woman with no income. You keep the house here and your little slut on the side. I am moving back home."
"I'll move back too, she doesn't mean anything. You and this baby are the only things important to me."
"Well I obviously wasn't important before the baby, so I shouldn't be now. So please don't follow me. I don't want to be around you." She is still staring blankly in front of her, unable to believe that he has the nerve to say she is important to him. Where the hell did that theory come from, it is clearly a new one, she thinks while feeling her anger rise for the man who could once melt her heart. "DAMN YOU, Lucas. WHY DID YOU HAVE TO RUIN US?" Is all he hears when the pillow come flying at him. "JUST LEAVE ME ALONE NOW THAT YOU HAVE DESTROYED OUR MARRIAGE. YOU CAN'T HURT ME ANYMORE. GO."
He slowly rises, and walks to the door. "Peyt, I know you won't forgive me anytime soon, but I will regain your trust, and love, and be the man you and this baby deserve."
She doesn't look at him when he speaks only replies "I'll be gone by tomorrow night, you can have your house back then."
He slowly walks out the house, scared for his future, knowing that he may have ruined his happiness, and for what, sex.
Peyton grabbed her cell phone and dialed the only person who knew of her crumbling marriage. "Brooke, hey, I kind of need to tell you some things, do you want to come over?" "Okay, I'll see you in a little bit." "Bye" She threw her cell phone on the bed and grabbed her luggage from the closet. Laying all of the bags opened on the bed, unsure where to start. She began packing up her clothes.
An hour later, Brooke made her way into the Scott residence. This had been the place she had found solace when Chase stomped on her heart, and when Owen picked it up again. She was sad to think that it would all be ruined by the stupid blonde she too had once loved. She saw the broken pictures in the middle of the floor and knew it hadn't turned out well, so she slowly climbed the stairs to her best friend's bedroom. She approached the room to find Peyton throwing her clothes and possessions into a mess of suitcases, and her heart sank for the woman she had long considered a sister.
The stifled sobs filled her ears as the blonde turned to meet her best friend. "Oh Peyton" was all she could say before enveloping her in a hug trying to lessen the pain. "I'm going home, Brooke. To Tree Hill" was the only explanation that Peyton could verbalize so that her best friend could understand her actions.