An-hey guys! Aundrea here, sorry I took so long to update, just getting the hang of my new semester. To let you know, especially LPlover who was concerned about my grade for my exam, I passed with flying colours , thanks to your excessive appreciative vote of confidence, I couldn't of done it without you my friend. Moving on, did you guys see monday's episode? Ok, I am officially in love with Leyton even more than I already am, at first I was tottally infuriated with Lucas what with his lack of support for his soon to be wife ( regardless movie or not, no woman should have to go through the nerve-wracking emotion of baby shopping and wedding planning all on her own, especially if said woman is pregnant.) but when he showed up for the appointment, my wrath tottaly flew out the window and instead I was replaced with a mushy feeling of happiness and joy! All's going well for Leyton and Leyton baby and I hope nothing jeopardizes that any time soon.
Alright, I know you readers had had enough of my constant rambling so, let's get this party started!
Previously:
"What are you doing here, Dan?" Questioned Lucas, curiosity boiling through him as he stared at his father, upon his father clamming up like a fish,his eyes wandered over , as did Peyton's to the person on the other side of the hospital bed who was now, before their eyes, being stripped off the jacket.
Their breathing hitched, tears welling up in their eyes as they caught sight of the person in question.
In their eyes, there lay a beautifully broken and unconcious four year old also named Kaylee Anne Scott.
Chapter 39: Stillness of the day.
Fate is a funny thing. It is something you either believe in, or you don't. It can be seen as a reason for the occurrence of happiness and good fortune, while on the other hand tragedies and bad fortune are often blamed on 'destiny dealing a bad hand'.
If Inquired about it, Lucas Scott would inform you with utter spite and disdain that fate was currently a reason for the occurence of tragedies and bad fortune, one that it seemed, the Scott family would never divulge from.
Moisture sprang into his eyes, as he watched with a heavy heart, one that seemed to scattering into peices infinitesimaly, for the second time that day.
It was one to have your heart constricted, battling off the feelings of grief, sorrow, despair and constant worrying when having to contend with the spurful rollercoaster the previous day had engrossed him, resulting in short-lived happiness only to crush those moments of joy and relief with those previous emotions rushing back.
He could vaguely pick up the explicit sounds of Peyton shedding tears, her loud sobs clouding the room as she wept for their current unconcious daughter and fury suddenly ripped through him, steam lighting out of his ears as his fists clenched.
Peyton didn't deserve this.
She had been through a great deal of constant drama in her life that it seemed to be a constant cycle in her life that she couldn't seem to get out of, even when pregnant. It was a factor that seemed to be a daily situation in her life and he soon found out that it went both ways; for him aswell.
It was a cycle that they hated being a part in.
Couldn't they have one moment in time, one particular lifetime where they could enjoy the beauty life has to offer them, the blissful periods in life spent with each other and loved ones that only life could fulfill?
Could they ever be happy?
Sure, they could. he thought fleetingly. Then the darkness takes over and they find themselves sprawling head first into this continuous cycle once again.
His mind went over the events of the day, how he had been battling inner emotions, trying to cram his emotions in check in order to remain strong, failing with much effort yet suddenly nothing compared to what he was currently battling right now.
The rage, the fury, the insane adrenaline pumping through his veins as he eyed the life of his child. He reached his highest peak then, blue cesearans straying from his daughter to the ravenous man that had pure sorrow, despair angled around his features.
For a second, Lucas felt genuinely apolegetic for his father, for once believing that Dan Scott was actually human and tended to carry a heart of his own...
That splitting fleeting moment freed as quickly as it had been formed as his ears contained the overpowering sounds of his Peyton sobbing and the energy transfused through him, forming a large bubble around him as his irregular breathing picked up pace.
It was then, him not having been aware of his legs moving, that his fist collided with the face of Dan Scott.
"Get the hell out!" He roared, Dan took note of his voice, having never heard of such fury, such pain and utter hate adressing him.
The last time he had ever experienced those level of sensations happened to be when he shamelessely took the life of his older brother, in return turning both his boys away from him.
Without a word to his oldest son, the raven-haired man casted his eyes downwards, throwing one last apolegetic look to the four year old laying helplessely in the hospital bed.
He had failed her, when he promised her he wouldn't and that alone was enough information to displace the broken heart he already owned.
See, Lucas? Dan Scott does have a heart, one that seemed to be shattering into broken peices as was the rest of his life.
His mind skimmed through the incredulous day once again, one that seemed to be stilling in slow motion, as if fate was deciding to torture him with the incredible ripping sensation he was currently experiencing.
His hand unconciously lay on Peyton's large belly, one that nestled his unborn child in her womb and for a split second, the sound of the baby's kicking enabled serenity and peace to flow through him as the events of the day slowly vaporised from his mind.
That is till he heard the sound of the heartbeat monitor going off, shaking him right back into depression and anguish.
He rubbed the bridge of his nose, succumbing the urge to show Dan exactly how he was feeling, before kissing Peyton's forehead as he relished in her rather irregular breathing that ensured him she was sleeping.
He was glad she had been able to lapse into slumber, it had taken her a great deal of time to do so but his raspy coaxing and reminder of her condition had drank her in, that and her body was too overworked to take in this amount of emotions currently waiting to be displayed.
He tenderly brushed back her bangs, wanting to see the whole of her face, comfort radiating through him as Peyton momentarily laced their fingers together, as if knowing that in that time and place he needed it, before slowly slipping away from his grasp.
Had it not have been a period between life and death for his little girl at this time and moment, he would have laughed at the incredulity of the situation, informing others that he would rather just go back to being 16 years old, the tortured soul of an abondoned child..
Before he regained his thinking again, having remembered that he probably would of never met Peyton if he remained the tortured soul for the rest of his life and never would of conceived and met the four year old that was currently taking a toll on his feelings.
He crossed slight steps towards her bed, closing his eyes momentarily as he eyed the largened gash laced with ounces and ounces of dried blood, tracing it with his fingers, not wanting to believe, that his joyful little bundle of sunshine was currently laying there with no colour whatsoever in her face, no dazzling blue eyes sparkling at him as she simply giggled or smiled at him.
Not wanting to believe that his little girl could never return into his safe embrace, into his life.
The door creaked open and despite his inner emotions, he looked up, expression emotionless as he watched former girlfriend's current boyfriend, Chase Adams walk into the room.
"Penny for your thoughts?" He mused, expression neutral yet Lucas knew he was trying to remain strong, not wanting to display weakness infront of anybody in fear of his body shaking as he sobbed with excessive emotions.
"I'm pretty sure you already know how I'm feeling." The blonde man shot back and judging by Chase's flinch, he knew he came off too bitter, his voice laced with venom and coldness yet he wasn't up to apoligizing...
"You know, my little brother was once in a hospital room." He started, interrupted rudely by Lucas.
"You have a little brother?" Chase nodded in response.
"15. He was six at the time, rushed in for Cancer." Lucas remained emotionless yet Chase knew he was currently feeling sympathy towards him, wanting to know what the ending what occur for the boy.
"My point is, he was there for months, spiralled into a coma causing us to go into a frenzy of tears. We cried, Luke. We cried like our lives depended on it, we took the anger we felt out on others to replace the burdening sadness that was bestowed upon us, we did everything we did in order to feel numb in the situation. "
"Does your story have a point?"
"What I'm trying to say is, you can express your emotions but don't express them for the expense of someone else, you might just hurt someone in the process." From the raised eyebrow he got in response, he elaborated.
"I saw what you did to Dan, hell I'm pretty sure everyone saw what you did to Dan." He deadpanned. " Ever know if Dan tried protecting Kaylee from this whole fiasco."
"Dan Scott doesn't have a heart."
"He's human isn't he? He might've done some incredibly stupid decisions but at the end of the day, we know Dan Scott has feelings. One that may be crushed as we speak."
"All I'm trying to say Luke is, Kaylee needs all of us, needs Dan, most especially her parents, needs her loved ones to get her out of this hot water she's currently facing."
With a last look to the overbearing emotion filled father and a kiss on the four year old's cheek, the man walked out of the room leaving Lucas with a heavy heart.
Haley James Scott entered the hospital room, gripping a bag of food with utter strength she thought the bag would explode.
She watched with moisture filled eyes the scene infront of her, eyes intently tuned on the scene of her best friend sleeping uncomfortably in his chair, body slumped forward as his head buried itself into Peyton's curly tangled mess of hair,Peyton's hands thrusting in them as she brushed his hair back, tears matting against her exasperated skin.
She eyed the dark circles underneath her eyes and felt her eyes shut in total exasperation.
She normally disagreed with Lucas's definition of fate. Him labelling it as mortifying unreadable action that could ruin a person or develop them into something stronger..
Today, she had come to agree that Lucas was indeed correct about the subject at hand.
She felt for her friends and the massive drama they have to go through when they should be living freely, blissfuly like other adults their age should be doing. Hadn't they been through enough? Was it really neccesary to make an already bad day turn horrid in just a matter of seconds?
Haley really didn't know, but she was starting to edge towards the fact that it was.
" I come bearing food." She spoke lightly, watching as her pregnant friend finally acknowledged her presence, turning towards her to reveal her bloodshot eyes, evidently having been crying too much.
Haley winced at the sight.
"Not hungry, try again later."
Haley ignored the sarcasm that slipped its way into the sentence halfway, knowing fully well that this was the way Peyton grieved. She cried and cried until weakness took over her, before displaying sarcasm, venom, coldness in order to bury the pain, the emotions she was currently carrying...
Wanting nothing but to forget it all.
"It's just me, Peyton. There's no need for sarcasm, your eating and that's final." She told her as she marched into the room, slipping into a nearby chair as she pushed the bag towards her.
Peyton eyed the bag, boldly written Benny's with expanded letters on it, before slowly grasping it, unfolding it and slowly popping one in her mouth, shooting Haley a dirty look causing Haley to drown into slight self-pleasure.
Atleast she had gotten her stubborn blonde friend to provide food for her unborn child.
"How is she?"
"Just damn peachy.She woke up, Doctor said she's fine, we're taking her home and we're all gonna fucking have a blast at the beach in the damn sunlight. How do you fucking think it went?"
"Peyton."Sighed the soon to be sister-in-law causing Peyton to roll her eyes, casting her head downwards as she attempted to not show weakness.
"She's in a coma."
The words rushed into Haley's mind at the speed of light, as if processing the words. Haley took a shuddering breath, tears welling into her eyes as her eyes wandered over to the unconcious four year old.
She didn't deserve this, Lucas and Peyton didn't deserve this, they didn't deserve this.
"Doctor said there's a fifty percent chance of her waking up, she hit her head badly which drifted her into the land of unconciousness, it could be months hell maybe years until she wakes up."
Haley nodded as a response, what was she supposed to say?
She'll be okay. She had already said that once and look where they ended up, in tears once again, for another Scott member, the words that were built for confidence and hope seemed to only spiral them into tragedy and despair which Haley certainly didn't want to bewitch upon them.
That and She also didn't want to get her ass kicked by Peyton when she lashed out at her.
Haley was a woman of risks since she married Nathan but there was no way she was taking that one, the thought alone of a pregnant Peyton lashing out at her was one that had her frightened out of her wits end.
"How's he?" She questioned, reffering to the sleeping blonde also known as Peyton's broody emotional twin.
"I wouldn't know." She informed her, Haley's raised eyebrow causing her to elaborate. " He won't display any emotion for me, I guess he's decided on keeping it all in, even if I know its killing him."
"Keep trying." Attempts Haley as she stands. " He'll shatter sometime and I know your the only one that will be able to catch him when he falls."
Haley kisses Peyton's forehead, suddenly feeling motherly over the blonde before turning towards the door, eyes straying from her neice laying on her hospital bed to the pregnant blonde that was soon to be her sister-in-law.
"Keep believing and don't give up hope."
With that Haley marches out of the room, not hearing Peyton say:
"Easier said than done."
An- I know its unbelievably short but bear with me here, I have my first test for this semester to study for and a song to formulat for my music class, also needing to finish my homework at the same time, so I didn't have time to write a long chapter like I've been previously doing this week. I'm lucky I got to pencil this in at all.
Anyways, the last scene was meant to be a Neyton scene seeing as I'm getting uttery annoyed with the lack of Neyton or Pathan scenes this season or in general,( Shouldn't they get more interactions, I mean Peyton is second in line when it comes to connecting with him on a familiar basis and afterall, she is about to be his sister-in-law and is carrying his neice/nephew.) but I've been extremely riveted with the amount of Paley scenes that has been displayed these last couple of weeks, therefore my reason as to why Haley was sent to encourage Peyton instead of Nathan.
Number two, don't you find it annoying that the camera seems to like cutting off Leyton kissing? Like, they get all the actors making out or having long periods of time to kiss but for those two, its like 10 seconds maximum and then cut! It's just pissing me off.
Anyways, I'm extremely furious about the whole three week wait for chapter 6x17 but here are the spoilers.
Spoiler alert:
-Lucas/Peyton are walking out of the hospital after their appointment, hand in hand when Dan rushes in,( he got his heart) which is when he finds out about the Leyton baby.
Question: What do you think will happen between Leyton and Dan? How will Lucas react if Dan wants to be a part of baby Leyton's life, you tell me!
Peace. Love. Leyton