Hey all beautiful readers! Here is the second part of the meeting. Get your tissues at the ready. Love you guys! ImJustLoafly xxx
Chapter 6 (Part 2)
Brooke's POV
"Yes honey, I'm just a little busy. Do you think that you could hold off coming home for a while? I need a bit of peace, you know, working on clothes and that." I wait for Julian's response. It was the best excuse that I could come up with that would leave me with hours to spend getting to finally know my daughter. Julian doesn't need that much persuading – years of marriage lets you figure that out. I sigh in relief as he says that he'll take the boys to visit Sylvia for a few hours, and knowing Sylvia, which I do all too well, a 'few hours' actually means about five or six. Just enough time to start developing a connection with her.
I put the phone down. I quickly walk into me and Julian's bedroom to get changed before she comes. My hands are shaking I'm so nervous, this is one of the most important moments of my life, I can't mess this up, I won't let it.
I look inside my wardrobe and pull out a black dress... no that's too formal... I pull out a dark blue summer dress instead. That looks better. My makeup and hair are already done, the classic Brooke style that I like to call it. So now… well now I'm sitting on my sofa, tapping my fingers on the arms rest in a nervous manner.
I start to think about the phone call that I just made. I start to think about how Lucas is reacting and feeling right now but I just can't. I thought that what I went through was terrible – the emotions of giving my child away. But, how can you cope after you have just found out that you fathered a child with one of your ex-girlfriend's sixteen years ago. To me, that task seems almost impossible. Yet for some reason, I have this undeniable faith that Lucas Scott can overcome anything life throws at him. His life growing up, and him as a person has made him this way.
"I need a coffee," I say, more so to my own frantic brain rather than the empty house. Brewing it, I start to feel calmer; coffee always helps in a chaotic situation… I think. Quickly I take a sip and sigh heavily. Julian is out of the way so I don't need to explain anything to him just yet. Lucas knows so now that is a massive weight off of my shoulders. The boys don't know yet, but I wasn't going to tell them soon, for me, they're still too young. I just need to see her. I need to know who she is. I need to know now. I am ready.
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Megan's POV
"Okay Meg, you can do this. You can do this. Just go out of your car, walk calmly to the door, press the doorbell and wait for her to open it." I've said this to myself for the whole care journey, which is actually only twenty minutes. It still hasn't made me any calmer. Shit… what do I say when she opens the door? 'Hey mom, sorry that you haven't seen me for sixteen years but I'm at your doorstep so when don't you let me in and we can have our first chat?' I don't think that any of this is going to work.
But, like I said, the journey starts now, even if I'm not ready for it. Crap.
With a deep breath of hesitation, I turn off my car engine – now there is no hope of turning back. I unbuckle my seatbelt, and sit in the car for a moment. Who knew a car would feel so safe? I check my phone and see a good luck text from Bex, God I love that girl. This is so hard. Why is it so hard? I'm so confused by everything. Why is my life like this?
I can't do anything about this anymore, other than face her. I need to see her. I want to see her.
So, opening my car door and getting out, I lock my car, stand back and look at the house for a moment. It's big. Homely. A sense of resentment fills me. This house, this perfect family life that I know is inside that house, could have all happened with me in it too. I could have lived with my mother. I could have had my actual family. I could have been properly loved. I could have felt properly at home. This could have been my home. But looking at the huge house, with the shining red door, I feel more of an outsider than I have ever felt. This isn't my life, this isn't my fairy-tale family; I'm just the girl who is tagging along. This isn't my dream. This is the place that I know I will never belong in. She let me go for a reason.
I walk closer to this dream. I walk closer to the house that feels so out of place in my life. I see the letter box: 'Davis-Baker'. What am I? Where do I fit in, in all of this? I wouldn't belong in this letter box. Where am I? Nathan and Haley aren't my family. My adoptive family aren't here. My real dad, well I don't know where he is. This is all a jigsaw, and I'm the piece that no-one can find. I am the one preventing the picture. I am the misplaced mistake that can never bring peace.
I stop this thinking. I stop all of this thought process, and knock on the shiny red door. The journey is starting now.
I wait, probably about a couple of minutes, until she opens the door. Brooke Davis. Sorry… Brooke Davis-Baker, or, Brooke Baker – whatever her name is, opens the door. She's shorter that I thought she would be, 5ft 4", shorter than me. Her hair is the same as mine in colour, chocolate brown, only hers looks a lot thinner, and shorter. Her eyes, big hazel green, nothing of similarity to me apart from the size. We have the same nose, only again hers looks thinner. She's smiling, dimples protruding from her cheeks; it's a smile that I can't quite read. I realise that I do not look much like her. Is that a good thing? I don't know.
She motions for me to come inside, which I do anxiously.
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Brooke's POV
She's beautiful. Breathtakingly beautiful. She's tall, a lot taller than me, about 5ft 9". I guess she takes after Lucas in the height aspect; he's a lot taller than me. She looks like a model. Her hair is long to her mid back, thick and the colour of rich dark chocolate. Her eyes are huge and inviting like Bambi, but bright and intense cobalt blue. Her nose is small and rounded, like a button, similar to mine when I was her age. Her face is so structured; her cheekbones clearly defined, but not like a skeleton. Her lips are full, not like mine, bright and inviting. Her tanned skin, presumably from the Californian heat, glistens with the sun. She looks like the most beautiful girl in the world, but her eyes hold pain and anxiety. I have done that to her.
"Please sit down, make yourself comfortable," I say, nervously. The girl, the oh so beautiful girl that is before me is my daughter, my first born, this is a dream that I never want to wake from.
She sits, calmly, her right leg crossed over her left. "You have great legs! Thin and long, an absolute killer," I blurt out, trying to make this situation a little more relaxed. She smiles lightly in response, a crooked smile, her lips parting slightly to show her perfect teeth, dimples appearing softly – she has my dimples!
"Do you want anything, a drink maybe? I've just brewed some coffee." I look at her eagerly, hoping to try and not come off like a crazy woman on crack.
She looks at me, kindly but nervously, and says, "Erm, no thanks, I'm trying to have a caffine diet. I used to drink way too much coffee, now I kind of hate the stuff. Maybe a bottle of water?" Her voice exudes rasp, a quality of mine, hers' though is softer, it's more sexy, a guess a killer for the boys.
I nod my head quickly and grab a bottle from the fridge. I walk back over to the sofa and sit next to her, giving her the bottle, this is the closest that I have ever been to her before I gave her away. Is it possible to hate yourself as much as I do right now? My daughter. My beautiful Megan looks terrified. She looks like I have kidnapped her. I've messed with her head so much. How can she forgive me for what I have done?
We're silent for a moment as she takes a sip of water and looks around the house, noting the family pictures on the wall. I never gave her that…
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Megan's POV
This is crazy. I am sitting next to my mother. This is fucking mental! I glance around the house, and notice that she is staring at me intently. I don't care as to why; I was doing the same when she opened the door. Now, I don't hate her. Now, I sympathise with her, because right now in this moment, she is feeling the exact same that I am. All of these feelings are feelings that we are sharing. I just can't help but wonder what my life would have been like if I wasn't given up. But, I can't dwell on the past. I am meeting her, even if it is later than planned.
"So, this is strange," I say and she laughs. Her laugh is sweet, bubbly and energetic, not what I imagined when she first opened the door. She nods her head, agreeing with me. "I don't really know what to call you, sorry." I say that because I really don't. Calling her mom seems far too soon.
"How about for now, you just call me Brooke? I don't want you to feel too overwhelmed." I agree with her, thinking the exact same thing. If I call her Brooke, it doesn't feel that I have that much connection to her if I realise that I never want to see her ever again, which I highly doubt will happen but it is a possibility.
After a few awkward silences and hesitant moments, we fall into a pattern. It feels so comfortable, so relaxed. It feels like a true mother and daughter. I ask her about her life away from the cameras and major business that she owns. She answers honestly, telling me that she loves her family but it has never felt complete. She tells me that she loves Julian, but her heart still lies with my father. She tells me that her sons are wonderful, that she wishes I would meet them soon. She tells me what I already knew, that Julian and her sons don't know about me, I don't blame her for that, I probably would have done the same. She tells me about how she loves her friends, but misses Peyton. I ask her why and she tells me that even though all the drama that they went through, she is still her best friend. She tells me that Peyton isn't this horrible person, she's just misunderstood, and I realise that I actually, in a way, am much like Peyton. I find out that she was adopted too, and found her birth mother at my age. What a small world…
Then we move the topic to me. She asks me the same questions that I do and I answer her with the same honesty. I tell her that I miss California. I tell her that Tree Hill feels like home, but not fully a home yet. I tell her about Bex. I tell her about living with Nathan and Haley. I tell her about me a Jamie, which she is shocked by at first, but then I assure her that nothing is ever going to happen between us. I tell her that I feel like I am a massive secret. I tell her that when I was younger I felt abandoned and not good enough. I tell her that when I have children, I'll never leave them, she doesn't take offence. I tell her that I'm still a virgin, and I laugh when she breathes a sigh of relief. I tell her that I don't drink, which she looks happy about too.
But, most importantly, I tell her that I just want her to be my mom. I tell her that I want to call her mom. I tell her that she needs to tell everyone about this. I tell her that I want to meet my dad also. I tell her that even if this is hard, which I know all of this process is going to be, neither of us can leave each other. I tell her that now that I am here, I'm never going back to California.
I tell her everything. Her response - she cries and hugs me like a mother hugs their child. "I love you. I'm never going to leave or get rid of you again. You are my daughter Megan, and I am so happy that you're in my life."
I tell her that I love her too and hold her tight, crying with her until it's time for me to leave. We arrange to meet on Monday after school, to have dinner and talk again. She promises me that she will tell Julian and her sons, and I believe her.
I sit in my car, turn on the engine and drive away, waving at my mother who is standing in the doorway, crying and waving, mouthing to me that she loves me.
I've found my mother, and she's found her daughter.
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