Lucas thought that this trip would change his mind about Brooke's parents but it didn't. It just made him realize that Brooke didn't have the perfect life that she deserved. Brooke was more than just the girl next door, she was more than what this town had showed her. Lucas was so furious about Victoria said and how her actions showed about caring for her daughter. The old man looked over at Lucas, he hasn't been talking this whole ride. There was something wrong with him, the trip didn't settle anything.
"I'm guessing the visit didn't go well?" The old man asked him, slightly looking over at Lucas. Lucas was so focused on Victoria and how much of a bad mother she was.
"Brooke deserved so much better." Lucas shook her head. The old man agreed, he was there to see Brooke become an adult. He knew that something was wrong with Brooke everytime she came to book store.
"Brooke would come to the bookstore to hide away from her parents." The old man said to Lucas. "She felt it was safe there."
Brooke ran into the bookstore, tears in her eyes and her heart racing out of her chest. She didn't know what to think, all she wanted to do was be happy. The old man came from the back of the store, wondering who was crying. He saw Brooke, sitting in a corner with her hands covering her face while she cried. The old man was having enough of seeing Brooke cry, she was too young.
"Don't tell me it was your mother again," The old man asked her. Brooke whipped her tears, looking up at the old man sadly. She didn't know how she was going to lie to him. She felt this deep sadness, like she couldn't get away from it. She only felt the sadness go away when she was with Lucas or when she was with the old man. She was afraid to be alone because one day the sadness will swallow her whole.
"My mom hates me," Brooke cried, The old man sat next to Brooke, comforting her. He didn't want to see Brooke like this or have her feel this way.
"She doesn't hate you, Brooke." The old man said to her. Brooke chuckled, she knew that the old man was just saying that to protect her. "Listen to me, you are a strong, independent women, you don't need your mother." the old man said to her.
"How do you know?" Brooke asked him.
"Because Brooke Davis, I've known you for four years. Your going to go far. You are going to do amazing things...things that you probably didn't know that you can do." The old man raised his shoulders, he wanted Brooke uplift herself. "You have to be there for yourself, be your own anchor." The old man told her. Brooke looked up at the old man in curousity.
"What does that mean?" Brooke narrowed her eyebrows. The old man took in a deep breath.
"It means...you have to hold yourself down, that you need to depend on yourself and not someone else. You have to be there for yourself. You're your own modivation." The old man said to her. Brooke nodded, but there was something that was holding her back.
"But I don't want to be alone." Brooke whipped her tears from her face and stopped herself from crying.
"And you don't have to be...who is that boy you like?" The old man asked her.
"Lucas," Brooke chuclked, finally showing a smile.
"See, just saying his name makes you smile." The old man pointed out. "Now that's special." The old man said to her. "Does this boy treat your right?" The old man raised his eyebrow.
"Of course, I wouldn't be with him if he didn't. You taught me that." Brooke winked at him. The old man nodded, proud that Brooke actually listens to what he says.
"Then, you should be with him." the old man shrugged his shoulders, getting up from the ground. Brooke quickly stood up.
"That's it? I should just...be with him?" Brooke asked him. The old man turned around, there wasn't more to it.
"Of course, should there be something else?" the old man asked her. Brooke shook her head. "Then what are you waiting for? If he makes you happy and you can see a future with him...then you shouldn't second guess." The old man told her.
"I'm scared..." Brooke let out a deep breath, trying to breathe slowly. "He broke my heart before."
"If he screams that he loves you to the world...what is there to be afraid of?" The old man asked her. Brooke quickly hugged the old man, he has been there when she needed him. He was a special part of Brooke's life.
Lucas walked over to the bed and laid down, Davis was fast asleep and soon Lucas would be too. Lucas took in a deep breath, he was happy that he was back home. He wanted to forget about Victoria and what she had done to Brooke.
"I read the letter," The old man informed Lucas. Lucas stood up from the bed and looked at the old man curiously. Lucas thought that he would never read the letter. The old man felt tears drop to his cheek, he cleared his throat and stopped himself from crying. "It was beautiful. I could kind of hear her voice through the words." the old man said to Lucas. Lucas smiled, relating to the old man.
"I could to, it was like she was right next to me, whispering in my ear." Lucas chuckled, he didn't want to cry in front of the old man, and told himself that he never would. "I'm here for you since you've been here for me." Lucas said to him. the old man smiled, he didn't want to talk about the letter.
"I knew you were the one for Brooke," The old man pointed at Lucas. Lucas' eyes widened, the certain change subject caught him off guard. "I just knew it." The old man informed him. The old man stood up from the chair. "And I'm glad you were." The old man said to Lucas.
"Is this a good-bye?" Lucas stood up from the bed. The old man stopped from walking away. "Because if it is...I'm not letting you walk out that door...I need you." Lucas begged the old man.
"I lost my wife Lucas...and now Brooke." the old man turned around.
"And we can get through this, together. you shouldn't be alone with your thoughts." Lucas begged him, hoping that he would sit back down.
"Alright," The old man walked over to the chair, thinking about all the memories that he had with Brooke and his wife. "Brooke never saw my wife." The old man said to Lucas. "I didn't even take her to her grave." The old man told Lucas.
"Well, now they're there together...forever and they're waiting for us." Lucas looked under his bed and pulled out a box. The box was a little light. Lucas' heart dropped to his stomach, he saw the three letters in the box. There was only three more, Lucas felt like he was going to have a panic attack.
"What's wrong?" the old man said to him.
"Nothing." Lucas quickly pulled the box back under the bed. "Nothing." Lucas sat on the edge of the bed with a fake smile on his face.