Millicent grabbed Brooke's hand, holding it tightly. She took in a deep breath, holding her tears for another time. She had all this stress on her shoulder, the doctors told her that Brooke was in critical condition with the brain damage into her brain. She didn't know what she would do without her or what her life would be like. If she lost Millicent and Mouth, she needed Brooke to be by her side.
"Brooke," Iris whispered, her voice cracked her a little. She was going to cry, she cleared her throat and stopped the tears from whelming. "I don't know if you could hear me." Iris took in a deep breath, hoping that she could. "It's Iris." She started to say, making sure that she would know that it was her. "I'm going through a really rough time and I need you because I'm really scared...I'm really scared." Iris said to her. "I'm scared for you, I'm scared of losing you, I'm scared of losing Millicent and Mouth and I'm scared of handling the world without you." Iris smiled a little, the first time that she had smiled for a while. "Millicent and Mouth haven't talked to me for...maybe three days. They haven't talked to anyone." Iris didn't want to worry but it was hard. She couldn't stop thinking about him. He was all that she thought about. "If I'm thinking about you, I'm thinking about him." Iris chuckled. "I just really need you, to tell me what I'm doing wrong and what I need to do. Please, wake up for me." Iris begged her, knowing that she wouldn't just wake up in a few moments. She heard a slight knock, she looked up at Peyton slowly walking in. "Sorry," Iris quickly stood up with a fake smile, trying to act her normal self around Peyton. "No whores aloud." Iris said to her with a smirk.
"Then you should probably leave then." Peyton raised her eyebrows, Iris frowned and couldn't be mad about Peyton's comment, she was good but not better then her. "And that fake smile, trying to act like yourself isn't working with me. I know your breaking inside." Peyton pointed at her.
"I don't know what your talking about." Iris shrugged her shoulders, trying to act like she didn't know a thing. Peyton knew what she was doing.
"It's okay." Peyton raised her eyebrows, hoping that she would open up. Iris rolled her eyes, she wasn't going to have advice from someone like her.
"What are doing here Peyton?" Iris asked, annoyed. Peyton looked at Brooke and then back at Iris.
"I feel bad." Peyton said honestly, Iris chuckled.
"Yea, you should feel bad." Iris frowned, she didn't know why she didn't feel bad before. "You put two people in the hospital." Iris tried not to yell at her but it was hard.
"Only one person, Lucas isn't my fault." Peyton shrugged her shoulders. "He'll forgive me later one, I guess." Peyton said to her. Iris crossed her arms, she wanted to know this for a while.
"Did Lucas talk to you?" Iris asked her, what they have been all wondering, what they were all fighting over was if Lucas choose Peyton or Brooke. Peyton didn't know what to tell her, but she believed Lucas had chose her. She would look back at all the things that they have done together. She smiled, she didn't want shove it in Iris' face but she knew that Lucas chose her.
"Yes," Peyton said to her, Iris looked at the smile on her face and was disappointed. She already knew the answer. "We talked, and he chose me." Peyton rose her chin up, even though she wasn't sure if Lucas chose her or Brooke. Iris nodded, sadly, looking away from her. She had lost everything for nothing and she was angry that Lucas would choose Peyton. "I can't imagine how you feel." Peyton said to her. Iris looked up at her, not wanting to shed a tear. Peyton cocked her head a little, wondering when she was ever going to cry. She was the toughest one here. "Your best friend is in a coma, she might die. You lost the love of your life and your other best friend. You just found out that you lost everything for nothing and your afraid." Peyton said to her, reading her like a book.
"Get out." Iris said walking up to her but Peyton didn't move a muscle.
"It's okay, cry. Just cry, you can't hold it in anymore. You've lost everything, you lost Mouth for good." Peyton said to her. Millicent looked at her in confusion. "Your boyfriend is leaving tree hill with his finace." Peyton kinked her eyebrow with a smirk on her face. Iris heart dropped, she didn't know how to feel about this.
"Get out." Iris mumbled her breath. Peyton shrugged her shoulders and walked out of the room. Iris started to breathe heavy, turning around. She wanted to scream and cry but she couldn't, she can't let this get to her. She had to be strong.
Lindsay grabbed her bags, sitting them by the door. She was staying at a hotel for a moment but then she came back to Skills' house to collect her things from their. She looked around the small home and thought she was going to miss it, all the fun times that her and Skills had together. Skills opened the door, hearing something heavy hit the floor. Lindsay gasped, stepping back from the door. Skills poked his head in, looking at the pink luggage on the ground and Lindsay standing there with guilty and confused look on her face. Skills put it all together and knew that she was trying to leave in the night. Skills opened the door more, walking into the home. They both stared at each other, not saying word.
"I was just-" Lindsay tried to explain.
"I know." Skills said with his short words. Lindsay smiled a little, she loved Skills for doing all of this for her and making sure that she found herself in this town.
"Thank you." Lindsay smiled at him. Skills couldn't figure out why she was thinking him.
"For what?" Skills asked her.
"For saving me from a relationship that was going nowhere and helping find myself in this broken town." Lindsay chuckled but Skills still had this straight look on his face. He didn't think that none of this was funny. He was heart broken, the thought of her leaving was tearing him up inside. He looked down at the ground, he had to say something. Say that he loved her but the words werent coming out. "Thank you." She said again to him.
"I need you here." Skills whispered, mumbling under his breath.
"Why?" Lindsay smiled, confused. Skills was a strong person, she thought. He could handle everything and anyone. She believed that this would all get better and maybe one day, he will move on with someone new.
"Because-" Skills wanted to say it, stay, because I need you but he couldn't. "Iris needs you." Skills quickly said, Lindsay chuckled. That's the last thing that she thought Skills would say to her. "Her best friend is in a coma, Millicent hates her and now Mouth is leaving town with his finace." Skills raised his eyebrows, knowing how crazy it was.
"Finace?" Lindsay placed her bags on the ground, confused at what he was telling her.
"Millicent didn't want to be in this town. It was all too much for her to take." Skills shrugged her shoulders.
"Poor Iris, she must be so..broken." Lindsay raised her shoulders, she didn't know how to explain it.
"I don't know. She hasn't shared one tear. She just keeps this straight face." Skills narrowed his eyebrows, trying to figure out what it was called. Lindsay nodded, taking in a deep breath. She looked up.
"She's in shock." Lindsay said to him.
"Shock?" Skills asked.
"Yea, she's in...this state where she knows what's going on but she doesn't know what to do with her emotions. She could be mad, sad, maybe even a little happy. I don't know but I know she needs someone and I dont think that it's me." Lindsay picked her bags back up. Skills thought she would stay but she wasn't going to stay because of Iris.
"Stay." Skills asked her.
"Skills," Lindsay huffed, not wanting to stay here any longer.
"Stay with me, please. I can't pick up the pieces by myself. I need someone like you, to help me figure this out. Help our friends." Skills pleaded.
"Their not my friends," Lindsay looked away from his eyes, trying to argue.
"Yes, they are." Skills said to her, knowing that Lindsay did want to help them.
"Do yourself a favor Skills, leave this broken town and don't look back." Lindsay grabbed the rest of her bags and left the room. Skills blinked, he didn't know what he was going to do next. He was in shock.