A/N - Helloooo! I figured while I'm watching the repeat of 5.04 on tv now, I'd leave a quick update. It's pretty short, but I thought I'd leave one 'cause I'm gonna be super busy this week with no time to really update! So I hope you enjoy!
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Searching For What We Lost
Chapter 8 -
--Two Months Earlier--
"Put Brooke on." He instantly said, not waiting for the blonde on the receiver's end to speak.
"Lucas..." He could hear her sigh into the phone. "I don't think that's such a good idea."
"Not a good idea? She's my wife, Peyton."
It was a miracle that Haley had even suggested the thought of Brooke with Peyton, otherwise they'd still be in square one.
Lucas would continuously be dialing her cell phone number, hoping for an answer, while Haley would be calling her Nathan at home seeing if Brooke by any chance had called there.
All in all, they'd still be worried to death.
At least know they had something figured out.
"I have a right to talk to her." He replied after a beat.
He wasn't in the mood.
He was tired and worried sick. He just needed to talk to his wife already.
"Lucas, I'm sorry...but she doesn't want to talk to you right now...or anyone, for that matter."
"Except you, right?" He bit back angrily. "Put her on, Peyton."
"She's my best friend, and I'm just respecting what she's asked."
"Her best friend?" He asked incredulously. "You have got to be kidding me. Where were you, Peyton, when we were waiting in the hospital for hours, waiting to hear what happened to our son? Where were you when Brooke was crying herself to sleep every night and blocking herself off from everything and everyone? Or maybe, where the hell were you when we were grieving the loss of our son at his fucking funeral? Where were you, Peyton?"
"Lucas...we shouldn't go into this right now."
"No, maybe we should." Lucas looked back to where Haley stood in the next room over. He could tell she was curious to hear what was happening, but she also wanted to give him his space. "Just put her on, Peyton. That's the last time I'm asking you."
"She's fine, Lucas. Okay? That's all you need to know. Goodbye."
"Peyton—."
But it was too late. He was just talking to the dial tone by then.
--Present Time--
She closed the door behind her very slowly in hopes to produce very little sound.
With no luck, though, a wary blonde appeared in the foyer in front of her.
"Hi." She spoke; her voice small and fragile.
She knew he was pissed. She also knew that he had every right to be. That fight they had gotten into earlier had really hit him hard. Her, too.
When she had gone to Nathan and Haley's house, she found it odd to admit it, but Jamie had helped her. Somehow, his tiny voice and big blue eyes were able to reason with her.
Or maybe it was the fact that he reminded her so much of her own son. Either way...
"What are we gonna do, Brooke?" He shook his head and stared at her pleadingly. "I don't wanna fight with you anymore...but we have to do something." He sounded exhausted. All the stress was really getting to him now. He wanted it all figured out already,
She didn't want to fight either. But she couldn't bring herself to talk. She was too weak...too tired maybe.
Her body trembled in his arms as she buried her face in his chest. Her knees were buckled, and if he wasn't holding onto her tightly, she could have sworn she would have collapsed right there and then.
All the words the doctor was saying...she just couldn't comprehend them. They were going in one ear and out the other.
But maybe that's because she didn't want to hear or comprehend them.
She was too scared.
All this talk about a hit and run and how their son was severely hurt by the car...it was too much to handle. Broken bones, a concussion...she knew what had to be coming next.
It just had to be.
Maybe if Lucas held her this way long enough it would all go away.
All she could possibly do was nod. However, Lucas did notice she was making eye contact with him...and that was a huge step.
"Can...Can we talk, Brooke? I mean really talk. No fighting, no screaming. Just talking."
She took a minute to nod, and it was almost enough minute before a small sound escaped her lips. "I'll go see someone." It pained her to admit it, but Lucas had been right. She needed help.
It would be the extra push to really get her to talk about what was going on with their lives...and what had happened that caused all this.
"Brooke." He sounded surprised...but maybe that's because when she replied, she sounded surprised by what she said, too. He walked closer to her, slowly though, before wrapping her into a hug. "Thank you."
Lucas pulled away several seconds later. He didn't want to make her feel uncomfortable by the hug.
"Are you okay?" He knew it was a stupid question. They hadn't even really spoken yet. Truthfully he didn't even know why he had even asked.
"C-Can we go see him at the cemetery?" The question came out of her mouth from nowhere...however, she did mean it. She wanted to really start over. It would be hard, she would even admit that, but with the two of them together, the way it was supposed to be, maybe it would be easier.
"Really?" He paused. "I mean, you really want to?"
"I think so."
"Okay." He was confused. Utterly confused. But happy, nonetheless. His wife was trying. And that's what he wanted all along. He didn't care if she'd get frustrated and get upset. He just didn't want her to give up. And it seemed like she had given up long before it had even started.
But she was going to try now.
"Alexander suffered severely from the impact of the car. Both arms were broken and there was also a fracture in his right ankle. Right now he's not breathing on his own—."
"Wait, what...I thought...?" Lucas cut the doctor off in a confused daze. Brooke looked up from his tear-stained shirt with blurry eyes just as confused.
"Mr. and Mrs. Scott, Alexander is alive."
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A/N - Shocked?
Don't hate me! Please don't hate me! I know I said you'd find out what happened to Alex that caused him to die...but then I thought of this really evil (yes, I admit, it's evil) cliffhanger, and I just had to use it! But look, you did find out something...he did get hit by a car...(don't worry, they'll be many more flashbacks from that day, like I used to include in earlier chapters). Okay, once again, don't hate me! You'll find out soon (I know someone not gonna mention any names lol, will not be happy with that word "soon"! I'm sorry!!)!
Please leave a review and... maybe you'll find out sooner?? ;)
Also, if you haven't already, check out my newest story, "Listen To Your Heart"!
Thanks, and again, sorry!
–Melissa