Author's Note: I know, I know, I should really be sticking to my one story...but I was watching OTH earlier and realized that Whitey holds Brooke back from entering the school the day of the shooting. So this is my take on what would have happened if she had gotten away.
Brooke Davis watched powerlessly as her boyfriend released her and began running into the school where she had just told him a gunman was. Her best friend was nowhere to be seen; they had been together just moments before. How did she lose her? How could she be so stupid?
"LUCAS!" the brunette screamed after him, the wind whipping through her hair. She started to take off after him, but was stopped by the firm hold of Whitey. "LET ME GO! I HAVE TO GO IN THERE!"
"Miss Davis," Whitey barked. "Get on the damn bus!"
"No," she growled, ripping her arm from his grasp and sprinting toward the school where the two Scott brothers had just entered.
"DAVIS!" Whitey shouted after her. She kept running, stepping out her heels and continuing her sprint barefoot.
She burst through the school doors and finally slowed down, her heart pounding in every fiber of her body. A killer could be lurking around any corner. She needed to find Peyton and Lucas and get out of here.
She heard footsteps, sudden footsteps, hurrying down the hall toward her. She stopped breathing, stopped moving, stopped everything. The person turned the corner.
"Brooke," Nathan breathed. He was holding a baseball bat.
"Nate," Brooke rushed to him, hugging him quickly. "Where did Lucas go? Have you seen Peyton?"
"Hales is in here somewhere," he said after shaking his head to her question. "I need to find her. Brooke, please stay safe, okay?"
"You too, Nate."
Brooke watched as he rushed off, holding the baseball bat tightly. She felt her stomach twist at the sight, wondering why it was Lucas had taken off so speedily when he heard Peyton was stuck in the building. Not an ounce of relief had crossed his face upon realizing his girlfriend had gotten out of a near death situation. She cursed herself mentally.
"Pull yourself together, Davis," she whispered. "Now is not the time to be a petty bitch."
She heard something suddenly drop and she stopped once more, pushing her body against the wall and taking a deep, slow breath. Footsteps seemed to be walking in the opposite direction. Despite every bit of her reasoning telling her to go in the opposite direction of the footsteps, she followed their echo, walking softly on her bare feet.
She could see him from the back, a bigger kid with a hoodie on, holding a gun out like a predator. She felt nausea begin to rise up in her stomach and she squashed it with several shallow, nearly silent breaths. He turned sharply at the end of the hall and continued on, going into a room. She put a hand over her mouth as she heard it lock. She could only pray no one was in there.
The doors in front of her were to the library, and she dashed into it as quietly as she could. She could hear quiet crying as she entered.
"If I told you I love you, would you hold it against me?" she heard the familiar voice of Peyton ask. She looked around the shelf and watched in horror as her best friend placed her lips on her boyfriend's; and her boyfriend did not resist.
She stood there, silently, waiting for one of them to notice her presence. Peyton was the first to notice.
"Luke, I think I'm going...I see Brooke," she said softly, grabbing his hand and leaning back heavily on the shelf.
"Peyton," Lucas said calmly before turning to where her green eyes were staring. "Brooke!"
She regarded the pair silently, her arms crossed over her chest. She licked her lips, feeling the need to speak, to tell them how much they had just hurt her, how her heart was slowly chipping away in her chest as her shock stopped protecting her, but she couldn't. She was too scared, with a gunman in the building and everyone she loved inside it.
"Brooke," Peyton whispered.
"Shut up," were the only words Brooke could utter. She turned and began to pad out of the library. She turned back for one last statement. "Just so you know, even if all three of us make it out of this place in one piece? You are both dead to me."
"Brooke!" Lucas whispered fiercely, clambering to his feet. "You cannot go out there."
"Watch me," she hissed. She swung open the door and started to walk out.
"BROOKE!" Lucas shouted in frustration.
She turned back, her hazel eyes wide. How could he make so much damn noise when they were hiding from a killer?
"Are you trying to get me fucking killed, Lucas?" Brooke whispered angrily.
"Brooke, please," Lucas pleaded, his eyes filled with fear. "Please, don't do this. Not like this."
"I cannot deal with this right now," Brooke said, running her hands over her hair. "I'm going to find Nathan and Haley."
"Not so fast," a voice said, coming from nowhere. Brooke screamed as she watched a boy she knew to be named Jimmy Edwards stalk toward her from down the hall.
"Jimmy," Lucas said, his voice panicked. "Jimmy, please don't do this. I am your friend."
"You were my friend," Jimmy corrected. "And then you made the team, and started dating this skank," he grabbed onto Brooke and she whimpered as he placed the gun on her temple, "and then you were gone."
"Jimmy," Lucas said again, and his voice cracked with tears. "Do not punish Brooke for anything I did to you. Please. None of this was her fault."
"This was all her fault!" Jimmy yelled, pressing the cold metal harder onto Brooke's tender skin. She took in a sharp breath.
"She didn't do anything wrong," Lucas said, taking a slow step toward Jimmy and his girlfriend. "Trust me, she didn't. If anything, she's been the biggest victim in me becoming someone new."
"How the hell is that?" Jimmy said, tightening his hold on the brunette. "Because it seems to me that this bitch has everything and everyone else fucking suffers."
"She doesn't," Lucas pleaded. "She really doesn't. All I do is hurt her." He looked at her, his eyes full of pain as they met hers. He could tell just from looking at her that she didn't trust him to save her. It was so different from the way Peyton had looked at him the second she realized it was him in the library. "I keep fucking up, Jimmy. I'm a regular guy who keeps screwing things up with a perfectly normal girl who doesn't deserve any of it. Please, Jim, let her go. Don't make me fuck up even more."
Jimmy threw Brooke on to the ground, and she hit the floor with a resounding smack. Lucas took a step toward her, but Jimmy had trained his gun on the blonde. Brooke began to peel herself off from the ground.
"Go," Jimmy growled at her without looking at her. "Leave right now before I regret it."
Brooke looked regretfully back at Lucas, mouthing "I'll get help", before running off down toward the entrance to the school.
"Brooke!" Lucas called after her. She stopped for a moment, walking backwards. "The difference is, I love you, Brooke."
She nodded at him before turning to continue her sprint. She could feel her lungs burning from running and from the tears that were coming down her face. How was she supposed to feel right now? She was terrified. She was hurt. She was angry. She was grateful.
Her feet slapping the ground echoed everywhere. She turned a corner and stopped dead in her tracks. Dan Scott was standing across from his brother Keith, a gun trained on him.
"Don't do this, Danny."
"Keith!" Brooke yelled.
"Brooke?" the other man exclaimed. "Brooke, run!"
Brooke was all ready moving toward him, reaching out to grab his arm out of fear and a need for comfort.
Dan Scott smirked. "We can't have any witnesses now, can we, brother?"
"Dan!" Keith yelled as his brother pulled the trigger. Before he could blink, Brooke had launched herself in front of him, and the bullet lodged itself right in her stomach. She tumbled to the ground just as footsteps could be heard around the corner.
Dan stared at the gun, then at his brother, and took off running out of the school. Keith sunk to the ground beside the brunette, trying to stall her rapid breathing with his over shirt.
"Stay with me, Brooke," he said as soothingly as possible. "I need you to stay awake, sweetie, I'm going to get you some help."
"Keith," Brooke whispered, grabbing onto his hand. Her hazel eyes were swimming with tears, and she bit her lip hard from the red hot pain searing through her. "I-I don't think I...I don't think I can make it."
"You can Brooke, you can."
"No," she whispered softly. "I can't. It...it hurts so bad."
"I know honey, but we're going to get you out of here."
"I need you to tell Lucas that I didn't mean it," she whispered through her gritted teeth before writhing from the pan the effort caused her. "And-and Peyton too. Tell them I-I didn't mean what I sa-said."
"Hello?" Lucas shouted as he rounded the corner. There were marks down his face, as if he had been crying, and he was cradling an unconscious Peyton Sawyer in his arms. "I need help!"
"Luke!" Keith called. Lucas registered his uncle kneeling on the ground, in front of a body. He couldn't tell who it was through his tears. He wanted to drop Peyton, run to his uncle, and cry on his shoulder.
"Jimmy, just...just put it down okay? We can work this out. Everything is going to be fine. We never stopped caring about you, you know that."
"That is bullshit!" Jimmy yelled, Lucas could hear Peyton trying to crawl out of the library. He prayed she wouldn't make it to the doorway.
"It isn't. I swear it, Jim."
'My life is over," Jimmy choked. "Don't you realize what I've done?"
"It's not! It's not too late to stop all of this and get some help!"
"It is too late. Sometimes it's just too fucking late to fix it."
"NO" Lucas screamed as Jimmy turned the gun on himself. There was a shot, and then blood, and tissue, and teeth..everywhere. "Oh my God. Oh my God."
Lucas sunk to the ground, overcome by tears. "No. No. No."
"Keith, what are you-what-who is-"
"Get Peyton out of here, I've got Brooke."
Keith glanced down to see the brunette's eyes fluttering shut.
"Brooke?" Lucas whimpered. "But...Jimmy was with me the whole time and...and I thought I saved her."
"Get Peyton out," Keith ordered. "Brooke will be okay."
Police burst through the door, an EMT following closely behind. He surveyed the situation, picking the walkie talkie off his belt and ordering backup. Police began to swarm the halls.
"He's dead," Lucas whimpered. "He...he killed himself. Near the library."
An EMT was hoisting Peyton out of his arms and onto a stretcher. Brooke was now surrounded, closed off by the paramedics. Keith was closed out of the circle. Lucas turned and vomited when he took in the blood soaking through his uncle's shirt; Brooke's blood, covered him. His hands were stained with it.
"Brooke," Lucas whimpered. He started to cry again as his uncle led him out, his arm around him.
"Sh," Keith soothed. "It's going to be okay."