Chapter 11

New York June 5-20, 2008

Lucas rounded the corner into the alley as fast as he could. He searched the dark narrow backstreet for any sign for his girlfriend. Once he saw the lump form in the middle his heart came to a halt. He sprinted to the form and slowly turned the figure to face him and was met with blood. At the sight all the air was sucked out of his lungs. Pulling his phone out quickly to call for an ambulance, Lucas begins to put pressure on the wound in her abdominal.

"I'm here baby" he sobbed as the phone rang.

"Is this a medical emergency?"

"Yes"

"9-1-1, Where is your emergency?"

"The alley across from the south entrance of Central park, in between the W 59 St. and W 58 St. beside the Grand Army Plaza." Looks around for any other definitive places that would tell the person where he was.

"Okay sir I have dispatched an ambulance to your location can you please state what your emergency is?"

He looks down and pulls her in closer to his body and took in a deep breath. "My girlfriend…she…she has a huge cut on her forehead. She was stabbed to her side," He leans down and kisses her forehead while tears course down his face. "She's not waking up. Why isn't she waking up?"

"Sir" the dispatcher tried to cut in. "Sir, I need you calm down, ambulance should be there in 5 minutes." Lucas tried to stop the tears from falling. "Is there any other injuries that the paramedics should be aware of?"

"She was..." his breathed hitched. "She was raped. Oh my God she has bruises everywhere and she is losing a lot of blood." Another dry sob escaped the confines of his throat. "I am so sorry baby that wasn't here to save you. Please don't leave me."

"Sir," when she didn't get a response she tried again. "Lucas, I need you to see if you can hear the ambulance, can you do that for me?"

He nodded and tried to focus on his surroundings. When he found the sounds he was desperately searching he finally responded. "I hear them, their close. Brooke you hear that baby. You're going to be okay pretty girl, just hang on a little while longer. You're going to be okay." He rocked back and forth hanging up the phone as soon as he saw the lights from the truck.

Once the truck stopped in front of the ally and the paramedics rushed to them everything else happened in a blur. The paramedics got a stretcher for Brooke and put an oxygen masked on her before transporting her to the New York Presbyterian Hospital on 51 W 51st St. Lucas signing her in under a different name so that her privacy wasn't violated by the press. Him pacing in the waiting room looking hopeful at every doctor that walked in praying that they had news on Brooke but none of them came his way.

He would soon learn of the extent of her injuries, like the four bruised ribs, slight concussion, bruised jaw, bruises in the shape of hand prints on her neck where the man held her down at. Bruises on her arms, where he grabbed her and slung her to ground hard enough to dislocate her shoulder. Defensive wounds where she faults back with everything she had only for him to take a knife to her abdominal a little too close to her Fallopian tube. He will find out how her brain was depraved of oxygen for almost 5 minutes when the man held his hand over her mouth to keep her screams at bay. No Brooke Davis did not go down without a fight and was the true definition women a survivor, but they will soon find out that even though you survived the attach it doesn't for what comes after.

Just because you live to see another day, does not mean you LIVE to see another day. Something in Brooke Penelope Davis died day and she spent every day after trying to replace it, whether consciously or it was an involuntary response. The world is crazy that way; it justifies every bad thing it throws at us by trying to allow something beautiful to come from a horrible situation. Question is, will is work this time?

Brooke awoke an hour after she was out surgery and after a lot of persuasion, on Brooke's part, was released late the next morning and was told to take it easy for the next two weeks and that she was not allowed to return to work for the next 3 weeks when she will return for a checkup. The incident didn't make the 10 o'clock news nor was plastered on the front page of every newspaper in the world. No, it was as if it never happened for everyone but four people. The two people it affected the most and the other two knew for support and the outcome they soon got afterwards. Lucas whisked Brooke away those 3 weeks to their quiet town where they hid out in the house. Brooke stayed confined to Lucas's room under the covers not moving a muscle other than the use the restroom. She cried herself to sleep most nights hugging one of Lucas' shirts, only to be woken by Lucas an hour later from nightmares that had her screaming and tossing in turning so bad her was sure she was going to pull her stitches out. She flinched every time he touched her to the point where he wouldn't touch her unless she initiated it. Thoughts of suicide and self-worth dirtied her mind the first week until anger took over depression. She found herself angry at everything and snapping at everybody. But she was mainly angry at herself for being so weak and allowing this to happen. Angry at Lucas for not saving her, though Lucas was made at himself enough for the both of them.

What snapped her out of this phase, you ask. One word, or in better words, one name...Lucas.

"Pretty Girl you need to eat." Lucas came into the room but didn't dare come any farther the door.

"I'm not hungry." She snapped tired of repeating herself.

"You have to eat." Lucas sighed because they had this same argument so many times he could feel himself rehearsing it in his spare time. But tonight he decided to deviate from script, this could either be a good thing or could be the worst thing possible but anything is better than this. "So what you going to do waste away?" he snapped and she turned and glared at him. "How dare you be so selfish?" looking in her eyes he could see that he might have pushed it too far.

"Selfish?" she scuffed. "Do tell how the fuck I'm being selfish in this situation"

"You're not only one going through this" she scuffed at his comment. "I might not have been the one to be raped and wasn't there when it happened but…"

"You're right you weren't there." Brooke cut him off. "Where the fuck was you Lucas? Where were you when he was running his fingers all over my body? When I yelled your name to save me for once?" tears started to scream down both of their cheeks. "Do you know how it feels to lay there and try with all your might to push him away knowing that your good is just not good enough? To feel as if it is your fault that you are in this situation."

"Brooke it wasn't your fault…" Lucas says taking a step forward before the words flying out her mouth made him take many steps back before his back hit the wall outside the door.

"No it was YOUR Fault" the words slipped out before she could stop them and at the look on her boyfriend's face she knew she had to think of something to say quickly before the repercussions become dire. But at the look on his face she could tell that the damage was already done and the words that fell from his lips further insinuated that fact.

"I know" the words was just above a whisper but everyone present heard them. Once the words was spoken, the speaker walked away head bowed, shoulders hunched, feet dragging and tears building in his eyes as he made his way out the front door leaving the front door to close with a silent click.

Left behind on the floor in a pile of tears was a broken soul that had finally pushed away the one person that was her saving grace. She didn't know why she said what she said, they just slipped out and she regretted them soon after. She knows it wasn't his fault, it was no one's fault and while she lay on the floor it felt like she was letting her attacker win. He was winning at a game she didn't even know she was playing and her words as the final battle she lost. But could this be it, could she really allow this one situation to ruin her life. Lucas' broken form came back to the forefront of her mind and she knew she had to find him. She had to find him now. She was done losing to her past, she was taking back her life and she was taking it back now. She got up, went to the bathroom and looked herself in the mirror. She throws cold water on her face before she walked back out and searched the house for boyfriend because she refused for this to be the end of them. Searching the entire house and not finding him, she started to panic. Going out the front door, she looked toward the driveway and finding the car still there and no Lucas. She debated going out looking for him or sitting here and waiting for him to return.

Soon she was driving around Tree Hill looking for him. Starting at the river court and not finding him circling around town before arriving back at the house to find him right there on the swing by his bedroom door this whole time. She parked the car and jumped out of the car and sprinted to him.

"I didn't mean it." she practically begged. "I don't in anyway blame you. It is not your fault..."

"But it is" he cut her off. "I promised to save you and I couldn't even keep that it. I failed you." He sighed, slumping over. "You should blame me."

"I don't blame you one bit." She said vehemently still squatting in front of him. "You are keeping your promise. You are saving me when I most need it. You are saving me from myself. I wouldn't have made as far as I have without you and I can't thank you enough for being with me. Just please…please don't leave me" she clutched his hands in hers as if to keep him drifting away.

"Oh pretty girl" he breathed out and bringing his lips to press against her silky skin, starting with her forehead. "I'm not going anywhere. Your stuck with me." he said before his lips grazed hers for the first time since that night and they both release a breath of relief at the feeling of the others lips moving against theirs. The words were the best thing she heard in such a long time and the next words to leave his mouth was just the icing on the cake. "I love you Brooke Penelope Davis, My Cheery, My Pretty Girl, My Angel"

"I Love you too Boyfriend" she grinned and in that moment they knew no matter what life threw at them as long as they have each other they could survive anything.

Their last week in Tree Hill was filled with making new memories. Though none was sexual they made the best memories yet. Memories filled with new conversations, new games, inside jokes, becoming mentally reacquainted with each other. Though her nightmares were still occurring, Lucas was there to keep them way as much as possible. By the time it was time to return to New York, falling asleep with Lucas' strong arms wrapped around her had her sleeping through half the night before waking up on her own accord. Every day was a struggle but things was slowly getting back to normal though certain things like walking by herself to and from work didn't have quite the appeal anymore. The company car was used more time than not and she wasn't quite ready to be anywhere by herself without Lucas somewhere close in vicinity or at the very least Rachel or Mouth. They informed Rachel and Mouth of what happened the Friday they returned, and this started the E.P.V.L gang. The four became closer drawn together by one secret. This was the start of Rucas friendship that was as strong as Brachel and Louth. This was proof that the Brucas foundation was going to hold this time and the foundation of Routh was just beginning. You find that only a mere 3 months later Brucas would be on a beach getting married and one week later Routh would be doing the same thing. Looking back now you wouldn't have thought that one move to Tree Hill will be their downfall. What is really ahead for the E.P.V.L gang?


*Note everyone met up again on March 17, 2014 and Present time: April 7th, 2014 next scene is what is said to happen.

Tree Hill, June 20, 2014-

Somewhere in Tree Hill chaos has wreaked havoc on the residents. Dry heaving pass through dehydrated lips as the person try to alleviate the pain running through what seems like every nerve in their body. Their body withers on the floor while two sets of eyes looks on wondering what they could do to help.

"You help daddy" Lizzie told Maddie. "I am going to go get Aunt Haley, okay?" Maddie nodded her head and headed for her father while her twin went out the door.

On the other side of town a heavily 4 month pregnant woman carrying two sets of twins tried to get everything in order before she would be forced to go on bed-rest. The bell over the door alerted her to a customer coming into the store.

"I will be right with you." She said to the customer

"Take your time." The male voice sent a chill down her spine, and it was in no way in a good way. She trembled in fear at the sound of that voice. She hasn't heard that voice sense he took advantage of her. The voice she wished she never had to hear again.

"What are you doing here?" her voice hid the amount of fear she was feeling.

"Now, Brooke is that any way to treat your boyfriend." He chuckled.

"Eric you are not my boyfriend." She stood her ground while sliding her arms around her belly protecting her children from the evil and the thankful that her dress concealed her pregnancy well enough today because she could see in his eyes as he took a step forward and she took a step back. "I would like for you to leave." She stated as she calculated her chances of getting to the phone before he got to her. She had to try something to get herself out of this situation.

"When I heard you had lived my attempt at your life, I was disappointed." He stated taking another step forward. "I was sure you were going commit suicide and I wouldn't have to have any blood on my hands but you are just too stubborn to do as I need. So I have to rectify that situation for myself." He snared as she prayed to God that he show mercy upon her and keep her son in the back room for as much longer till this creep either left. That he kept her children safe from harm just one more time. "...Any last words, Ms. Davis?"

"Go to hell?" she went for the mace and her phone in her drawer.

"With pleasure" he replied and went for her.

At that moment two lives was being threaten in two different places but they soul was so entwined that without one there was no other. The world still moved without a care in the world, none the wiser to the events that was going on behind closed doors. All except one, Peyton Sawyer stood across the street from Clothes over Bros' and watched as the woman inside was being assaulted with a smirk on her face and smoothie in her hand. She turned and walked away, feeling happy that for once something was working in her favor once. No one knew just how much impact these two people death would have on their lives, no one knew and I guess that was their downfall.

Are they future set in stone or is it liable to change. Can a single event change everything for the better or would that make things worse. Our lives are full choices, where in the world would the choices of ten people, some grew up together and some never met a day in their life, lead us.


Hey Guys!,

Well guys it's been almost a year since i updated and i am so sorry for that fact. I have set aside i time during my week to write now and i hope to not let so much time past between updates. I hope you like the update i have been up all night writing so I'm little sleep deprived but there shouldn't be any to little mistakes in this chapter but please don't quote me on that. As always its been nice please read...read and review...review.

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Miss Pretty Girl