"Peyton left me."
the way we're living makes no sense
take me back to the edge of innocence
"Really?" Brooke asks, tears stopping halfway down her porcelain cheeks. She can't help but sound surprised, and… hopeful? Since when is another chance with Lucas Scott the first thing on her mind?
"Yeah. She just, you know, grabbed her stuff and left me here."
"Sound familiar, Luke?" She spits and slams the phone down. She sighs and buries her head in the pillow before walking slowly to her closet.
Behind a hundred pairs of shoes and a few designer pieces is a box. Brooke carefully lifts the lid off and reveals the book. The only book she's ever read.
"An Unkindness of Ravens"
She makes sure no one is around before grabbing the book. She would never want Ellie to read it. The pages of the book slap together as Brooke flips through it, remembering just how much she hates Lucas Scott.
--
"Oh. This is just great." Ellie mutters. It took a lot of work for her to shimmy down the tree outside her window, just so she could go someplace and think, and now this.
"Doesn't Daddy want to build you a private court somewhere that isn't near me?" She spits at Dylan as he makes another free throw.
"Whatever. It's not your fucking court. Just because you don't have a life and spend all your time here, that doesn't make it yours." He yells.
"Hey, can you back off? What's your problem?"
"None of your fucking business."
"What's wrong? Too privileged? Not enough alcohol, hmm?
"You don't have a clue what I do or how I fucking live so just… could you just get out of here?" Dylan says, his ice-colored eyes soften as he looks into the deep blue eyes of his sister. "Forget it. I'll leave."
"No, Dylan…" Ellie starts.
"Ellie just forget it. And tell your mom to stay the fuck away from my dad."
"What are you talking about?"
"My fucking mother left and now that my dad is free, I guess, your whore of a mother is going to jump at any chance to get back with him." Dylan spits at her.
Ellie's fist quickly collides with Dylan's face and he falls back, a purple and blue bruise already forming around his swollen eye.
"What the hell did you hit me for! The only thing I'm telling you is the truth. You mom got pregnant on purpose in a desperate attempt to keep my dad."
"Yeah, and that fucking worked just great!" She screams and knees him in the stomach. "And he's my fucking dad too, so shut the fuck up. No wonder Peyton left."
Now
I see it
I think Ill leave it out of the way
Now I come near
you
And its not clear why you fade away
It better work
out
I hope it works out my way
cause its getting kind of quiet
in my city's head
Takes a teenage riot to get me out of bed
right now
You better look it
Were gonna shake it
Up to
him
Ellie slowly climbs up the tree on her way to her bedroom window, the anger from her fight stealing all her energy. She makes it just a few feet before climbing back down, and she feels her heart beat a hundred times a minute. Her hands turn clammy and beads of sweat form on her forehead.
She should've taken that HCM test.
--
Lucas is not a bad father. So what if he's out at 1 in the morning looking for his son who hasn't been home yet? So what if he walks right past the daughter he abandoned, who's lying on the floor suffering from a Hypertrophic Cardiomyopathy-related heart-attack?
"Wait…Ellie?" No answer. "Ellie!" He yells. "Brooke…Brooke! Ellie wake up, Ellie honey open your eyes." He says, fear overtaking him.
Brooke runs outside in shorts and a loose tee shirt, disoriented until she sees her daughter passed out next to her ex-boyfriend.
"What did you do?" She screams. "Ellie!"
"Brooke just listen to me, call 911! Do it!" He yells back, glaring at her.
He
acts the hero
We paint a zero
Dylan hears sirens blare in the distance as he walks along Main Street.
"Well," He sighs. "There's only one Tree Hill."
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