Thank you so much for the support. I am really getting into this story; the plot came to me after a sort of similar situation and especially this chapter. This is kind of a healing moment for me. So keep Reading and I promise to keep on top of it.
Chapter 3: A Date with the Past.
Staring at herself in the mirror, she cursed herself for even putting in half the effort she had. The last thing she wanted to do at the moment was to sit down to dinner with the man she had left home to escape.
She wasn't ready to face him, their past, or what had happened to cause her spinning would to crash to a halt.
Her heart wasn't ready to face the pain that he'd caused.
Brooke had barely recovered from the last time Lucas Scott had walked into her life, she didn't know if she could handle it again.
Everything she had done over the past few years might mean nothing if she falls back into the same traps that scared her the last time.
As tears started to collect in her eyes she took in a deep breathe and collected her lingering thoughts. She needed to be strong, not for him but for herself.
Waving her hand in front of her face, she dried the tears so not to ruin her flawless make-up and adjusted the straps to her dress.
As Lucas picked her up from her condo, they drove silently to the restaurant of his choice and were seated before he dared to ask her the obvious questions.
"So how have you been?" he asked clearing his throat and then taking a sip of water brought to the table.
"I've been great." Brooke answered without much thought or effort. The only reason she was even participating was because of the charity.
Sitting in silence for a moment again, it was Lucas who brought up more conversations topics.
"So I heard that your company has been really successful. That's great Brooke… I always knew you were talented."
His words stung lightly, even though they were meant as a compliment Brooke just saw it as his lack of understanding about what was truly going on in her life. And she wasn't about to fill him in either.
"Yep, it's everything I could have wished for." She added flatly and without bothering to ask about him.
"My book was published" he continued without hesitation.
"Oh really" Brooke faked without much enthusiasm. She had heard about the Brooke from the few friends she had left in Tree Hill.
"Yeah, I actually brought you a copy. It's in the car and I thought that you might want to read it…"
His voice trailed off as he stared at her and she looked away uninterested.
"I just figured because you're in it and there are a lot of things in there that I never got the chance to say to you."
"And what… It took writing a book for you to get your chance to say them?" Brooke asked and the hurt came out in her tone.
Everything in their past and even now in their present involved when things were good for him, with no consideration to what might be going on with her.
"I just think you might understand better if you got the chance to read it-"
"I don't want to understand it Lucas" she said cutting him off in a moment of overwhelming emotions. "Honestly, you did what you did and I don't want to understand or be okay with it. I'm not okay with it."
Staring down at the dinner plate in front of her, she tried to wrangle in her emotions. She hadn't come here to get into an argument about their past, though she was starting to get the feeling that Lucas thought this dinner would smooth over their past.
"Brooke you just left." He picked back up after a minute had past. "You didn't even talk to me or try to work things out."
Pausing for a moment she looked up at him in slight disbelief.
"Try to work things out?" she asked as more of a rhetorical question. "There's nothing to work out Lucas."
"And why not?" he said cutting her short.
With a over pour of emotions, everything she had been holding in since she'd left Tree Hill came pouring out at that moment.
"You broke my heart Lucas!" Tear filled her eyes and started to fall, with no chance of being controlled. "I gave you my heart.. I gave you everything I could and you ruined it."
Shaking her head lightly she took a moment before finishing the conversation.
"There is not fixing what happened. I don't know what you came to New York looking for but you're not going to find it if it has anything to do with me." Brooke Davis had nothing left to say.
"I'm sorry" he whispered across the table before she shrugged it off.
"Sorry isn't enough anymore."