This chapter contains sexual situations that younger readers may want to avoid, unless you regularly watch the CW. Then it will just be another Monday night of TV.
A Season in Purgatory
Chapter 46
Without a backward glance toward Brooke's parents, Lucas and Nathan raced up the stairs. Having never been beyond the entryway of the house, Lucas followed Nathan's lead down the cold marble floors toward a suite at the end of the second floor.
Brooke's reticent reaction toward his advances did little to quell J.J.'s ardor. "Come on Brookie, it'll be as great as it was last time," he whispered, running his tongue down her exposed chest. Not happy with the damaged he'd done a moment ago, he ripped the rest of the bodice of her dress down, fully exposing the girl's breasts to his greedy eyes.
Not willing to give up, Brooke continued fighting against him, not wanting to be a passive victim again. "I didn't want this last time either, you sleaze," she screamed at him, using her nails to claw any body part she could reach. Levering his much larger frame against hers, he forced her arms down from his body, effectively trapping her underneath him.
Nathan paused outside a set of double doors, waiting for Lucas to catch up. Hearing some kind of struggle within the room, Nathan tugged on the door, only to find it locked. Panicking, he turned toward Lucas, a look of panic clearly etched on his face. "It's locked." Those words sunk part of Luke's heart, fearing the situation was rapidly growing out of control. Giving his brother a raised eyebrow, Lucas squared his shoulder and began ramming the door. Three rams later the door separated from the frame and the boys rushed into the room.
Across the room, Brooke lay under her step-brother, futilely struggling under the much larger boy. Hearing the noise at what was formerly her door, she sighed at the sight of her two saviors. J.J. looked over at her friends and snorted at their interruption. "Sorry guys, but we're a bit busy here, so maybe you'll come back later and we'll have some group fun with Brookie," he leered. His order given, he immediately turned his attention back toward Brooke, already turned on by the way her body struggled against him.
Shocked at the scene in front of him, Nathan took in Brooke's torn dress and bruised face for a moment before he stalked across the black and white marble floor toward her step-brother. Lucas managed to squeeze past Nathan and got to J.J. first, hauling him off of Brooke and dragging him across the room. Nathan pulled the boy up by his hair, growing angrier with each passing moment. He slammed his fist against the J.J.'s face for a moment, before moving back so that his brother could land a vicious blow to creep's stomach. A shaken Brooke watched from her bed as the Scott Brothers took turns working the lowlife over, each swing and punch designed to exert maxim pain.
"What in god's name is going on in here," Katherine called out, stepping over the broken shards of the shattered vase and into her daughter's room. Trey moved to his son's side, concerned that the boy needed to see a doctor. Katherine looked at the Scott Brother's bloodied hands and immediately understood the situation. "I'm calling the police. You two mongrels come into my home and dare attack my stepson without provocation." Her voice was haughty and imperious, leaving Lucas to wonder if Brooke inherited everything from her dad's side of the family.
Lucas stared at the woman as if snakes were growing out of her head. "No provocation? He attacked your daughter," Lucas pointed at the shaking and nearly naked Brooke cowering on her bed. He couldn't bring himself to use the "R" word. "Does someone have to draw a picture for you to understand what was going on in here?" Lucas asked, his tone shaking and barely under control. He desperately wanted to rush over to Brooke and hold her, but the look in her parent's eyes prevented him from doing just that.
"What I see is two boys who were uninvited guests rush up stairs and start a brawl in my daughter's bedroom. I'm sure the police will appreciate that you both need to be arrested for attacking my step-son," she explained to them as if they were dense. J.J. looked over Lucas and Nathan and smirked. He rarely if ever got blamed for anything he'd ever done in his life. He didn't expect this situation to be different. Being rich certainly had its advantages, he thought.
Nathan walked away from J.J. hoping that the distance would prevent him from destroying the sleaze bag who'd just tried to attack his friend. He walked directly up to Trey and got in his face. "Your boy here was about 2 minutes away from raping Brooke." Brooke shrunk at the sound of that word, he noticed. She was shrinking in size sitting on that bed in her torn dress.
Katherine scoffed at his words. "My stepson is a very popular, handsome young man. He can have any female he wants based on his charm and his social standing," Katherine patiently explained to Nathan. "He wouldn't have to rough a girl up to get that."
Nathan physically turned the woman toward where Brooke sat, still huddled on the bed, her torn clothes clutched to her chest. Katherine waved a dismissive hand toward her daughter. "She's always been a bit of a tart, dear. She gets these boys all excited in those slutty clothes she wears and then she expects them to just let her go home without getting what she's offered all night?" Brooke's face fell at her mother's description of her. She knew that the woman wasn't fond of her, but she'd never openly called her a slut before. Another little part of Brooke's soul shriveled at the woman's harsh evaluation. All she'd ever really wanted was someone to love her and care for her in her parent's absence. And she'd been disappointed with nearly every guy she'd attempted to trust.
Lucas stood shell shocked at this woman's complete dismissal of what she had just seen. "This wasn't a date that was upset that Brooke didn't put out. This is a step-brother that you've brought into her home. You find him attacking your daughter and it's HER fault that he's ripping her clothes off and beating her up?" Lucas was incensed at this woman's priorities. She hadn't once asked Brooke if she was alright or if she needed some help or perhaps a robe to cover her nearly naked body.
Katherine gave her husband a small look and glowered at the Scott boys. "I know my daughter is a promiscuous whore. I also know there's nothing I can do to stop her atrocious behavior." Lucas looked at Nathan for a moment, realizing that Dan wasn't the most evil parent in Tree Hill. He knew that Brooke had family issues but nothing in his life had prepared him for this kind of spite and hatred.
Katherine continued her tirade. "I won't have you two mongrels come into my home and cause this much disruption or to cast aspersions on my lovely step son. So, you have five minutes to get out of my home and away from my daughter before I have the neighborhood security team arrest you."
Lucas shrugged his shoulders, not knowing if a security force could actually arrest anyone. Before he could react Nathan pulled Lucas toward him and moved to where Brooke shivered on the bed. "We have to get out of here…she's totally going to try to get us arrested for assaulting Brooke and beating up J.J." Nathan knew enough about this woman to know that she'd be more than happy to see Lucas get in trouble for something he didn't do. And after tonight, he wasn't sure that Dan would pay a single lawyer's bill to help out his oldest son.
"I'm not leaving her here," Lucas declared, knowing that they'd have to drag him away from Brooke before he willingly left. He wasn't sure what had gotten into Nathan or why he was so willing to leave his friend alone with these violent people. He reached out and hesitantly touched her shoulder. Brooke jerked back a moment, before realizing that Lucas was her friend…she could trust Lucas.
Trey's voice boomed across the room. "You have two minutes to leave," he shouted, desperately trying to diffuse the situation in front of him. He handed his son a handkerchief from his pocket and motioned him out of the room. It wouldn't do to have the police show up and see his son in that condition.
Nathan leaned back toward Brooke and gave her a hug, whispering words in her ear and then got off the bed and pulled his brother after him. Lucas yanked his arm away and started walking his way back toward his girlfriend. "Lucas, don't. Just trust me, okay?" Nate earnestly asked, hoping that for once his brother could see he had a plan. Nate dragged Lucas out of the doorway and down the stairs. Lucas shrugged off the other boy's arm as soon as they reached the doorway. "You'd better be right about this or I'm going to kill you, Nate."
Karen leaned back into the couch and stretched, gently loosening the muscles that had cramped up as a result of the night's arguments. She looked over at Dan and smiled a moment, before handing him a bottle of water she'd retrieve earlier.
He rolled his eyes at her interrupting his "booze will fix it all" ritual. "I can't believe you stopped after a single shot," he muttered, knowing that Karen had more self control than any human being on the planet. "I saw you stumble when you went to get the water," he said, catching that she was at least a bit affected by the shot. A chink in Karen's nearly perfect armor.
"Dan, one drink doesn't have to lead to a second drink," she pointed out, having learned that her parents weren't the model of how to consume alcohol. She just had more control than to give in to the idea that booze fixed anything. "I do feel less tense though. I think that shot really helped me calm down a bit." Lucas had completely used every single rational cell she possessed and she was now functioning on pure feeling.
He stood up and swayed a moment, calling on his inner discipline for balance. He wasn't totally wasted, as Karen had distracted him from the rest of the bottle by talking the past few hours away. However, he felt lightness in his soul that he couldn't attribute to alcohol. He watched as she walked over to the glass wall and studied the crashing waves. She'd always been lured and lulled by the ocean.
She felt Dan walk up behind her. She pointed to the waves, barely visible in the full moon light. "The waves are relentless but beautiful." It was a strange comment to make, but one that pretty much summed up her life.
Dan moved up closer behind her, sliding his arms around her. "Not as beautiful as you," he murmured into her ear, fighting the urge to nuzzle his way down the line of her lovely neck. Karen's nerves stood on end, immediately growing hot as his breath crossed her ear. Angling her head to the side, she allowed him access to her body.
Dan couldn't resist, lowering his lips to her sweet skin, tracing a line down to her shoulder blade with his seeking mouth. "You haven't changed a bit since we were kids," he admitted, thinking she'd only grown hotter with time, her curves filling out in all the right places.
Karen fell back into his hard body, wanting to feel him next to her. "I'd say I've changed some," she whispered, before brazenly taking his hands and wrapping them around her body, leading them toward the bodice of her shirt. He smiled at her boldness, realizing that they were both adults now, so very different from the tentative kids they used to be. His hands followed her lead, roving over her breasts for a few moments.
Not nearly satisfied, Dan spun her around to face him, kissing her hard and fully on the mouth. This wasn't a tentative kiss, like they'd shared at the Café, but rather a kiss that signified a lot more than old flames reconnecting. Karen grew lightheaded a moment from his touch. Dan pushed her up against the glass panel, not wanting to lose any of the momentum they'd built up the past few weeks. He felt at peace her in her arms. There was a feeling of lust wrapped around contentment that he'd not felt in years.
After moments of breathless kissing, Dan pulled her lithe form up against him, easily managing her weight with a single well muscled arm. "I've missed this," he admits, not sure if he meant kissing in general or Karen specifically.
He felt her legs move up around his waist and he groaned, remembering the long summer nights when they had on considerably less clothing in the same position. He stumbled over his words, as her lips nibbled on his neck. "We're drunk. I should, uh, I need to get you home," he stuttered, knowing that he lied. He didn't want her to leave and he certainly didn't want to spend the night alone.
Karen's lips found her way back to his mouth. "I'm not drunk and I don't want to go home," she confidently stated. She'd been lying to herself for years. A huge part of her had never really gotten over Dan. And that same part was telling her to take a risk, to stay and see what happened.
"I don't want this to end." His words were short and concise, but managed to convey a vulnerability that tugged at Karen's heart.
Karen ran a hand tenderly over his check, buzzed on the moment and the feelings coursing through her body. "Then don't end it," she replied, smiling at the lecherous look that crossed his face. He pulled her body up in to her arms and carried her up the stairs.
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Deep breaths. . . I know. Old people sex. EWWWWWW. Who'd thought that they'd get action before Luke and Brooke? And thanks for all the PM's that reminded me that on the show Brooke's mom is Victoria. See, I started writing this show before 8 tracks were obsolete and I decided to keep it the way I'd written it, for fear of an incomplete "replace" in word.
Reviews are always appreciated. Surely to god Karen is not on everyone's hate list now. There are so many other candidates.
See you next week. I sure I hope I finish this story before you all have to wait months on end for an update.