Part Two
Chapter Eleven
Lucas Scott lays in his bed. The spot next to him is empty, just like it has been for the past sixteen years. Peyton use to lay next him, he loved when they would lay together and talk all night. He loved those nights. He missed those nights. He wondered what would have happened if she had stayed. With their daughter. Would they stay up all night waiting for the baby to call? No, he knew if his girlfriend and Peyton were here, she would be sleeping just like the baby, he would be the one awake. That didn't happen. He tried to commit suicide but was saved by his best friend. He has come a long way since then. He's written two books. While also working at Keith's shop. Life was going pretty well for him. But it would be better if Peyton and Sawyer were in his life.
Everything he did, he did for his daughter and for Peyton. Even though he and Peyton were no longer a couple- he guessed, they never did officially break up- he still did everything for her as well. He hoped that one day, he would find them. They would be a family. The family, he's always dreamed of. Lucas sometimes felt that he had done everything in his power to look for the two women who have his heart, but then if he had done everything, wouldn't he had found them? Often times, Lucas knows he could have done more things to find them. His therapist has told him numerous times that dwelling on that fact isn't going to change anything. He knows that, but he also needs to know if they are alive or dead. That's the biggest thing that crosses his mind every single day. Not knowing if they were alive or dead.
He knew. He knew that Brooke held all the answers he wanted. He knew that Brooke has seen Peyton and most likely Sawyer throughout the years. He knows he should confront Brooke, demand answers. Maybe then he would be able to find his daughter and girlfriend. He still refuses to call Peyton his ex-girlfriend. Sure, he's dated many girls throughout the years, but Peyton always has his heart. Everyday he thought about confronting Brooke because he knows that she is Sawyer's godmother. And every christmas, Brooke would go on mysterious trip. Now that she's engaged to Julian, they would always go somewhere else for Christmas instead of staying in Tree Hill. At first, Lucas couldn't figure out why Brooke kept going somewhere else for the holidays. Then one day… One day he figured it out. When he found out, it all made sense. Of course, Brooke didn't tell him, he figured it out by accident.
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Lucas had just walked into Brooke's house, he had been fixing things in her new house. He couldn't believe she actually bought a house that needed so much work. As he walked into Brooke's house, Lucas accidentally knocks down some christmas presents. He quickly bends down to pick them up and notices the name on all of them… Sawyer. The all said Sawyer. Sawyer? His daughter. His daughter that he's never met, but Brooke has met his daughter. Why? How? Brooke has met his daughter and she hasn't even told him. This is all too much in Lucas' mind, he quickly puts the presents back to where they once were and quickly leaves Brooke's house, multiple questions running through his head. This couldn't be happening.
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He remembers that day so clearly, after finding those presents he couldn't bring himself to leave his house for days. All he could think about was Sawyer and Peyton. He even pulled out his 'Peyton Box' and went through all the stuff from their time together. Out of all the things that he had in that box, the pregnancy test was what he kept going back to. Why? Because this was the start of Sawyer. He only had two things of Sawyer. This pregnancy test and the photo of her as a newborn is all he has of his daughter. All he did for days was stare at the pregnancy test and the photo.
Eventually, he finally left his house… His house. The house he bought almost as soon as it went up for sale. The house that was Peyton's childhood home. He bought the house when he found out Larry had put the house up for sale. He couldn't believe he was actually selling the house. But Lucas made the decision to buy the house. He wanted to be on his own and the house, of course, reminded him of Peyton. He kept her old bedroom the same way it was. He didn't have the heart to change it. Or even go in there for that matter. He kept the door closed, he passed it every day, never ever going in there. Mostly everyone tried to stop him from buying the house, everyone but one. Brooke never once tried to back him down from buying the house. He supported her in his decision. That was before he knew that Brooke was seeing Peyton and Sawyer on regular bases.
All these thoughts were rushing back to Lucas on this particular morning. He didn't know why on this morning the memories were coming back. He's moved from his bed to the kitchen table with a full cup of coffee in front of him. He poured himself a cup of coffee, but he couldn't bring himself to drink any because he was too lost in his memories and thoughts. He didn't know why this day was more special than the others, every day he went on with his normal life. Except today, today was much, much different. He woke up thinking about Peyton, thinking about Sawyer. Thinking about what today was going to bring since it already started out as such a different day.
Maybe today he would finally get some work done on his third book. His publishers were on him to get this third book started. There was only one problem. He had no idea what his third book was going to be about. Sure, he had an idea here and there, but nothing had stuck with him. He would write a page or two or maybe even three, but they won't what he wanted to write about. But he didn't even know what he wanted to write about. His first two books, his only books were about Peyton and Sawyer. Everyone loved them, they wanted more books like those two, but Lucas couldn't come with anything like those two books. He was starting to get frustrated, if he didn't come up with anything in the next month, they would cut his contract. He didn't want that. He didn't want his writing career to be cut short because he couldn't get over his stupid writer's block. He needed something that would inspire him. But nothing really did inspire him, that was the problem. He tried to find things that inspired him, but nothing ever did.
Lucas thoughts were interrupted by the sound of the doorbell ringing. He sighs before getting out of his chair. He walks to the door and opens it…