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Chapter Six: Mercy On Me Part Two

Mother Mary full of grace
In my weakness, I've lost faith
I've been careless, and I have been warned
And the devil inside me is torn
God bless the men that I have scorned

- Christina Aguilera

Lucas' POV

This had to be joke. There was no other way to explain this other than being a horrible, cruel joke. In a moment, they're all going to tell me they were joking. She knew how I felt about abortions; considering that I could have been aborted myself. This was a joke, this better be a joke

I walk towards Brooke, who takes a couple of uneasy steps back. "You're joking right?" She looks down at the ground, fiddling with her fingers like she does when she's nervous. She won't look me in the eyes. I suddenly realize this isn't a joke; she aborted my child.

"You can't be serious." I looked around at everyone standing quietly. They were waiting for my reaction, but I could only do so much.

"I have to go," I muttered, walking out of the room quickly.

There were so many things going through my head. I slammed the door on my way out of Nathan and Haley's house, not even realizing how bad it was raining outside until I ran my hand through my hair, which was soaking wet. I couldn't believe what she did. I'm so pissed that I can't even think straight. Why would she do something like that to me?

I hear footsteps behind me, running through the puddles. I don't turn back, because I could care less who it was. From what I knew of the situation, they were all traitors.

The footsteps sounded closer. I wanted to run. I don't want to talk to anyone right now. I don't even want to talk to her. This was all her fault and now she meant nothing to me.

I felt someone grab my wrist, but I still didn't turn around. I knew who it was; only her touch could burn my skin. She was shivering, standing in the cold rain. I wanted nothing more but to shrug her off, but I couldn't. She stood in front of me now. She had a look of vulnerability in her eyes, but I still didn't care. I've never felt so cold.

The rain picks up speed, "Why did you do it?" I ask quietly, not sure if she heard me over the rain.

She looks down, not knowing what to say. I just shake my head; how could she kill a child? Our child?

I began to walk away again but she calls out to me, "Wait, Luke." I stop and wait for her to say something.

"I didn't mean to do it, but I did. I know nothing I say can ever change that, but I am really sorry." She stops talking, looking at me to see if I was paying attention. "Lucas? Are you okay?"

I don't want to say anything, but I can't help it. "What the fuck is wrong with you?" I shout, Brooke turning away, obviously expecting this type of reaction, "Look at me!"

She turns her head, shocked. I guess she wasn't expecting that. "I want you to look at me so you could see the pain in my eyes when I speak to you. I don't know what contrived you to abort our baby, but it was a stupid decision. The worst you have ever made and you should feel bad right now, because you're a bad person. You're a murderer."

She has tears rolling down her eyes, that much I could tell through the rain splattering all over her face. "I'm not a murderer," She whispered to me, looking so vulnerable, "I'm not a bad person. And I may have made a stupid choice, but I am not a bad person. I can't believe you would say something like that to me." I hear her sniffle, trying to wipe the tears falling from her eyes. "I'm sorry I never told you and I am sorry that I am causing you so much pain, but I'm not a murderer, Lucas."

She has her arms crossed, with her hair entangled all over her face. "Well, I think you are. You have no clue how hard it is standing in front of you knowing that I loved you and you lied to me. I wanted you so bad Brooke, but now I don't even care about you," I tell her in a vile tone.

She uncrosses her arms, a look of defeat on her face. I just stand their looking at her, showing no emotion in my eyes. "I don't believe you." She tells me, her voice slightly breaking, "You can't just go from loving me one day to hating me the next. You said you loved me. I know you love me."

I glare at her, now she brings this up, "Well, I don't anymore. Why did you do it? Why did you kill our baby?"

She sobs, turning away again. She takes a deep breath and clears her throat before she speaks, "I didn't want our child to go through what I did. You weren't there for me and I didn't want our child to feel that pain. I wanted my child to be in a loving environment and if our child was to be born, it would be born into total chaos. You wouldn't have been there."

Her words cut through me like a knife. "Fuck you," I say viciously, Brooke looking confused, "I would have been there for you and you know it. You can be so fucking stupid sometimes. I loved you Brooke! I would have given it all up for you."

She steps back, shocked at what I said. "Would you?" She questioned me, "If I were to have the baby, do you think I was suppose to believe that you would put us first? You were the same guy who left me the night we got back together. The same guy who left me terrified the day of the shooting, while you were inside the school ma king out with my best friend. You would have been just like Dan, except you didn't knock up Peyton. Which you probably would have, if she could get pregnant."

I clench my hands into a fist, trying to suppress my anger, "Shut the fuck up. You honestly think that I could be anything like Dan Scott?" She looks at me, shrugging her shoulders. "You obviously don't know me. I would have been a damn good father and you took that away from me, but you were a terrible mother from the start. What mother aborts their own child?"

She raises her hand and slaps me forcefully against the face. She raises her hand to smack me again and I let her. I needed to feel something. Emotionally or physically, I needed to feel. She punches me on my chest, but I just watch her. I wait for her to stop, but she doesn't. She continues to punch me, sobbing in the process. I look down at her with tears rolling down my face. She looks up at me and finally stops. She sobs against my chest, but I feel nothing towards her.

I pull back from her, "I hate you."

Brooke's POV

I couldn't believe what he just said. He couldn't hate me, could he? I should have told him the truth, but it would have still been my fault. I let her do this to me; she always got her way. I watch as he walks away from me, leaving me alone in the rain. I didn't realize how far we had walked from Nathan and Haley's house. We were in the middle of the street, but luckily there were no cars around.

I sat on the sidewalk, staring in to the dark. The cold rain pelted against my skin. I didn't care because I felt numb. I didn't want to have an abortion. I wanted to keep my baby, but that wasn't part of the plan. I couldn't believe that I went along with this. I should have fought harder, but back then I was tired of fighting. I was tired of fighting for Lucas' love, my parents' love, everyones' love. Why couldn't someone fight for me back then? Why couldn't someone really fight for me?

I remembered that day perfectly. I remembered how I felt, what happened and everything that was said. You couldn't forget a day like that. You can't forget the worst day of your life.

I paced around the room, while Haley and Rachel sat on my bed. They both looked anxiously at me. I had to tell Lucas I was pregnant, but he was with Peyton now. I would be selfish to come between them. I don't want to ruin her relationship like she did mine. I knew I didn't owe her anything, but I owed it to him. I wanted him to be happy, even if he couldn't be happy with me.

I bite my nails, not knowing what to do. I told my mom and she was far from happy. She yelled at me and told me how stupid I was, how I was ruining her life. She was being 'Mommy Dearest' as usual and that's not what I needed. I needed Lucas, I needed him to tell that this would all be okay and that he would be there for me. I needed him to tell me how much he loved me and not Peyton. I just needed to feel okay.

Rachel sighed, "What are you going to do?"

I shrugged my shoulders, confused, "I'm going to keep it, but how am I going to tell Lucas?" He was the biggest problem right now. I couldn't be a single mother at seventeen. I couldn't have a baby and raise it on my own, but I couldn't give it up for adoption either. "I'm so lost you guys."

Haley and I exchanged glances, "Well, I think it's great that you're keeping it. I mean you're going to be a great mother whether you believe it or not."

Rachel looks at me worried. "Do you really think that you can do this? Give up partying, cheerleading the whole nine yards? I mean I have faith in you and I will help you every step of the way, but could you really do it?"

I sighed, not knowing the truth. "I think I can. I'm going to be the greatest mom ever, no offense to you tutor girl." The three of us laugh as the bell rings from downstairs. We all looked at each other confused. "Are you excepting anyone?" I ask Rachel.

Rachel shook her head, "I don't think so."

We walk downstairs and Rachel opens the door. There she was, wearing her black sunglasses and a black trench coat. She has her arms crossed and although I couldn't see her eyes through the glasses, she had a stern look on her face. I don't know what the hell she was doing, but she had to go.

She walks in to the house uninvited, removing her sunglasses, "We're taking care of this issue, get in the car."

Rachel looked at me confused, "Lady, I don't know who the hell you think you are--"

Victoria cut Rachel off, glaring at her. "Listen you little ignorant child, this is between my daughter and I. You mind your business and when you get knocked up maybe you can add your own opinion. But for now keep you and your big nose out of this. Brooke, get in the car this instant."

I looked at her shocked. "I'm not going anywhere with you!" I exclaim.

"The hell you aren't," She grabs my arm forcefully, pulling me out the door, "You two better keep your mouths shut about this or else I will make sure I can get someone who will help you with that. Got it?"

Haley and Rachel had frightened looks on their faces as they watch me being dragged out by my mother. I knew it, this was it. I had no chance at keeping this baby. I felt the tears fall from my eyes, placing my other hand over my stomach. I wanted this baby more than anything now.

Beep. Beep. Beep.

I looked up, seeing a car coming toward the sidewalk. I ignore it, gazing in to the darkness once again. Nothing could ever replace that day, but this day was a close second. He told me hated me and it was the worst feeling ever. Not as bad as loosing my baby, but this was close. He never hated me before. I can't believe he walked away. He saw how hurt I was, but he walked away.

I felt someone lifting me up, walking me towards the car. "He hates me." I leaned my head against his chest, sobbing, "He hates me Nathan and he thinks I'm a terrible mother and a murderer. You probably hate me too and think I'm a stupid dumb whore, just like everyone else."

He shakes his head, "I would never think that of you, Brooke. They told me what happened. She's a bitch and I swear she will pay for taking away my nephew from the two of you. I swear to god she will pay."

I wrap my arms around Nathan's neck, to tired to support myself. "It's still my fault. I let her do it to me; it's all my fault and I hate myself for it. It's the worst thing anyone could ever do. I let her kill my child. I should have protected it Nathan, but I let her kill it. I am the worst mother ever, I couldn't even save my child. I couldn't save your nephew. I couldn't save his child. It's entirely my fault," I cry.

Nathan places me in the back of the car to lie down. "It's not your fault. None of this your fault and if I know you, then you lied to Lucas. You didn't tell him the full story and that's why he hates you. Why didn't you tell him?" he asks.

I wipe my tears, knowing exactly why I didn't tell him. "I couldn't protect our child. He would have done a better job at it than I did. I didn't want him to feel bad that he couldn't save our child, I'd rather he hate me than hate himself," I try to explain.

Nathan looks at me disappointed, "Brooke you don't always have to be such a masochist."

I turn away from him, looking straight ahead, "That's who I am. I'm Brooke Davis, 'The Masochist'. It's all I know."

He nods his head as he gets in the front seat of the car, driving us back to his house. We ride back in silence, trying to make it a little less awkward. I hated myself right now. I needed him to understand, but I couldn't tell him the truth.

I feel myself getting tired. I began to close my eyes. "Nathan?" I call out to him, I need to tell him something. I had to do this before I fell asleep and forgot.

He turns around to look at me, then back at road, "What's up?"

I yawned, closing my eyes completely. "Sorry, I couldn't save your nephew," I mumbled

I didn't see his reaction, but the last thing I heard before I drifted to sleep was:

"I know, Brooke. I know."

I walk back into the house, Haley and Rachel look at me in complete silence. I walk slowly up the stairs and head to my room. Well, Rachel's room, but it was my room too. I collapse in my bed and sob against my pillow. She did it. She officially did it, she killed my baby. Her grandchild, Nathan and Haley's nephew, Rachel's godchild and Lucas' son. She didn't care, she just did it.

Haley and Rachel walk into the room. Rachel is the first to approach me, getting into the bed and lying behind me. She caresses my head as she stroked my long brunette hair. Haley walks over to me too, lying in front of me. She grabs my arm and wraps it around her. I could hear them both sobbing.

I clear my throat, "It was a boy. It turns out it was to late to get a legal abortion, so she took me to a family friend," I tell them, my voice threatening to break on me. "I--let--her--kill--him."

I began to sob harder than I was before. I could feel Haley reach up to wipe her tears, placing her hand over mine. It was rubbing against her baby bump, it was hardly noticeable but we knew it was there. She presses my hand firmly against her stomach, strangely providing me some type of comfort. Rachel kisses my forehead before leaning her against mine.

I closed my eyes, feeling myself drifting off to sleep, "I'm sorry baby, Scott."

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