The elder Scott’s mansion had always managed to terrify Brooke. It wasn’t just huge. It was like, the house had it’s own secrets, not including those of the evil man inside, and his pretty, pill-popping wife.
Even though the rain had stopped, the house still gave off an eerie appearance with it’s perfectly cut hedges, and precisely painted white walls. Brooke shot a look towards her handsome husband, who stood beside her, swallowing hard.
He was so good looking with his short blonde locks, and the un-tucked blue dress شرٹ, قمیض fitted with a loose black tie. His dark pants covered his white sneakers, that had managed to stay their color despite the earth’s puddles and rain.
Lucas’s grip on Brooke’s hand tightened, and she looked down at her own clothes, making sure everything was in place. Her perfect, beaded, black dress went right above her knees, and her black pumps looked just as they should.
“I don’t want to visit your father, Lucas.” Brooke spoke quietly, absentmindedly running her hands over her stomach, and then stopping herself.
“I don’t either. But we planned this lunch like, two months ago.” Lucas sighed, looking over at his timid wife.
They were silent for a few moments, both thinking completely separate thoughts. Brooke’s eyes traveled over the property, and she suddenly became terrified. She didn’t want to visit Deb and Dan Scott.
“They blame me.” She کہا suddenly, and Lucas looked towards her, watching tears fill her زیتون green eyes.
“No, they don’t-”
“Yes they do!” Brooke cried, closing her eyes, “You know they do.”
“No one blames you, Brooke. It wasn’t your fault.”
The brunette still didn’t look too convinced as she looked down at her high heeled shoes, digging her heel’s into the ground. Lucas squeezed her hand, and Brooke looked up towards him.
“I’m scared. I don’t like it here, Lucas.” She seemed so lost. So afraid. He wanted to take her home, right then. Screw his father! Screw Deb and their expensive lunch!
As he was about to turn, so that they could leave, the couple heard the sound of a door opening. Looking up, both saw Dan standing سے طرف کی the door, that Cheshire Cat grin so perfectly placed on his face.
“Brooke! Lucas! So glad آپ could make it. I saw your car pull up منٹ ago, and you’ve been out here forever!” He seemed like such a nice gentleman. But anyone that knew Dan Scott knew that it was just a game to him. Everyone was simply a puppet, and him the puppet master.
Lucas couldn’t remember his reasons for allowing his father back into his life. It’d been senior year. His mother could barely scrounge up enough money to help her son into college, when Dan had offered to pay.
Lucas hadn’t wanted his father to pay. He knew that there would be a price in return for this “kind gesture”. But he went along with it. He became closer to the older man.
And now, years later, here he was. Standing outside his father’s house, staring into those blue eyes, so alike to his own, regretting ever accepting his money in the first place.
“Son? Are آپ okay? آپ look like you’ve flown off to another universe.” Dan chuckled at his own joke, and Brooke gripped her husband’s hand tighter, hoping for a response.
“Yeah, sorry. Just thinking about work.” Lucas lied, slowly taking steps towards the house.
“That’s my boy. Nothing like that brother of yours.” Over the years, Lucas had developed a closer relationship to Dan then Nathan, who had slowly drifted away from his father’s wishes. Nathan and Dan rarely spoke, if ever. And Lucas had succumbed to pressure, and had become Dan’s little chess piece.
Brooke and Lucas entered the house, and Dan closed the door, the grin never leaving his face for one second.
“Brooke Darling, how are you? آپ look healthy.” He squeezed her hand. She felt as if she would throw up.
“I’m fine. How are you, Dan?”
“I’m great. The wife and I are finally getting along.” He burst into a fit of laughter, and Lucas smiled as well, but Brooke frowned, not finding his words the slightest bit funny. Deb had tortured herself, staying married to the son of a bitch, and he was just going to continue treating her like dirt, because that was the kind of asshole he was.
Footsteps echoed through the large house, and suddenly Deb Scott appeared in the foyer. She looked tired, to say the least. Pounds of makeup had been applied below her eyes to hide bags, and the pain the came with them. Brooke knew that behind all that stuff that was caked on, behind all the perfection and beauty, Deb was in pain. Deb was secretly alone, and hurting. Brooke knew the feeling exactly.
“Brooke, Lucas,” She greeted warmly, “So glad آپ two could make it. I tried calling Nathan and Haley, but-”
“Sweetie, let’s not think about the drama that is Nathan and Haley. Let’s just enjoy Brooke and Lucas’s time here.” Dan draped an arm around Deb’s shoulders, and she seemed to sag inwardly.
“Deb, the house looks great.” Brooke offered to her step mother in law, a hopeful smile on her face.
Deb’s spirits seemed to lift some. “I re-decorated it myself. I was thinking I’d maybe become some sort of an interior decorator. I love the job.”
“You would be a great one, Honey. I support your decision completely.” Dan kissed his wife quickly on the lips.
Lucas cast a glance at his own wife, who looked severely uncomfortable. He leaned down to place a kiss on her cheek, and whispered softly in her ear, “I’ll try to make this as quick as possible.”
She smiled thankfully, and tugged at his tie as he began to stand up straighter, pulling him back down, so that she could plant a kiss on his lips. He smiled and kissed her back for a few seconds, before pulling away. Things were looking up.
“You two are such a great couple.” Dan smirked. Jealousy laced his voice, but آپ wouldn’t be able to tell. He was quite a good actor.
“Thanks.” Brooke کہا quietly, leaning in to Lucas’s chest, and clasping their hands once more.
“So, let’s sit, shall we? Deb cooked an amazing lunch. She’s become quite the chef.” Dan complemented his wife, but she looked as if she wasn’t buying it, and simply nodded towards Brooke and Lucas.
The four walked towards the extravagant dining room located inside the large mansion, decorated with winter colors to fit the December afternoon.
“I love the colors.” Brooke told Deb nicely.
“Thanks. I saw them in a magazine, and I knew that it would complement this room.”
“You should definitely be an interior decorator. آپ could help me with our guest room. I still haven’t figured out what I want to do with it.” Brooke laughed lightly, and Deb smiled, seeing right through her daughter in law’s attempts at making conversation.
“Brooke, would آپ like to help me in the kitchen?”
“I’d love to.” She’d have much rather spent with Deb then with the devil himself. Especially while he was acting so innocent. That’s when آپ knew he was plotting something big.
The two women shuffled off towards the kitchen, and Deb smiled at the pretty young girl. In some ways, Brooke reminded her of herself. A much stronger version of herself.
Like Brooke could see through Deb’s eyes, Deb could also see through Brooke’s.
“I hope آپ don’t mind me asking,” Deb began quietly as she watched Brooke fiddle with her fingers, “But how are آپ doing, really? آپ look so unhappy. I mean, آپ look beautiful on the outside. But آپ can only really tell how unhappy someone is if they’re as unhappy as آپ are.”
Deb didn’t look away from Brooke, and feeling like she would explode, Brooke averted her gaze elsewhere.
“I uh,” She began, “I really love Lucas.”
“I know آپ do, Sweetie. And I’ll admit it. The man is a son of a bitch, and sometimes I hate him مزید then life. Sometimes I wish he died. But I’ll always have a love for him in my heart.”
“But see, Lucas didn’t do anything wrong. Lucas isn’t Dan at all.”
“I know. But that doesn’t change that you’re hurting.”
“I wish things could go back to before. Before-” Brooke was interrupted سے طرف کی the sound of the doorbell. She glanced up at Deb, confused, but the older blonde merely shrugged her shoulders.
The two walked to the front door together, and Deb pulled the door open. She let out an excited gasp as she saw who was at the door. She jumped into her son’s awaiting arms, and he pulled her into a tight hug.
“Who is it, Deb? Oh..” Dan had come from the dining room, Lucas trailing behind. When he saw his son at the door, his cheerful mood seemed to deflate a little.
“Nathan, I can’t believe you’re here!” Brooke searched through Deb’s eyes as she spoke to her son. And for the first time that day, she could see happiness.
“Well آپ called and asked us to come for lunch today, so we decided, why not? Is that okay?”
“Of course, Sweetheart. Haley, آپ look beautiful.” Deb’s eyes went towards her other daughter in law, who smiled shyly and thanked her politely.
“Well, well. If it isn’t my son. Haven’t spoken to آپ in years.” Dan seemed to be joking, but no one laughed.
“Nice to see آپ too, Dad.” Nathan stepped into the house, and Haley followed closely behind.
There was an awkward silence between the six, none of them knowing what to say.
Finally, Dan clapped his hands together, and allowed his grin to grow.