Author'sNote - Hey guys! I havnt posted a fic on here for a while coz I've been having trouble with my account but here's a new Brucas fic for you guys to take a look at. Everything should be explained throughout the story but if you have any questions, dont hesitate to ask.

Disclaimer - I dont own One Tree Hill or the characters, but the plotline is mine, mine, mine!

Enjoy x

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They'd found happiness in each other.

But, what happens when tragedy repeats itself?

Will they help each other through the pain?

Or will they're friendships be lost forever?

Once the truth is out. There's no going back.

One life will be lost.

One murder will be uncovered.

And, five friends will have to deal with the things they never got to say.

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CHAPTER ONE - My Best Friend, My Pretty Girl

My name is Lucas Scott. I'm a writer living in Tree Hill. Tree Hill is just a place somewhere in the world. Maybe it's a lot like your world. Maybe it's nothing like it. But if you look closer, you might see someone like you. Or someone like me. If you're ridden with regret, getting your heart eaten by revenge and not sure how your going to deal with the loss of your best friend, then I'd say your world is a lot like mine. Today was supposed to be the best day of my life. But its amazing how things can change so quickly.
Things that take 1 second - a breath, the blink of an eye. It also takes 1 second for a bullet to leave a gun and change your life forever. In that 1 second one life was lost, the life of Brooke Davis.

"What can you tell me about your relationship with Daniel Scott?" the officer stood over me as he spoke

Dan Scott is many things: the mayor of Tree Hill, the once great high school basketball player, and Nathan's father. He's also my father, but he never claimed me. Believe it or not, I got the better end of the deal. I was instead raised by my mom with the help of my Uncle Keith, until Keith's life was taken.

"Dan Scott is bastard!" I replied, not angrily, not with any emotion. I'd given up on emotion when he'd taken away the one person I loved most in the world "Dan Scott abandoned my mother, shot my friend and made everyones life a living hell" not one tear formed in my eyes as I mentioned the father that could be dead for all I cared "He's taken someones life. Someone I care about. So, why am I the one sitting in the police station being questioned?" I didn't raise my voice, I didn't have the energy

"When we entered the building, you were the one holding the gun Mr. Scott" the officer pulled on his belt as he spoke "That's why your being questioned. Now, you claim that you recently found that Daniel Scott had illegally let your uncle into Tree Hill High School on the day of his death-"

I interrupted him mid sentence "I don't claim it. I know it" I told him through gritted teeth

"Do you have any evidence that this is in fact the truth?"

I didnt have any evidence that my monster of a father had been the one to put Keith in danger in that school, on that day. The only proof I did have was lost when Brooke's heart beat for the last time. When my heart went cold.

"Mr. Scott" he asked, after a few seconds silence

"No" I answered under my breath "…Brooke" I felt a huge lump clog my throat as I tried to speak of my best friend, my pretty girl "…Brooke was the only one that knew what was going on"

"Let's talk about Miss. Davis" the officer sorted threw the papers in front of him, the papers that held all of Brooke's information, the information that I knew by heart without even having to glance down at the white sheets in front of him "I understand that you two were close?"

'Close' wasn't even near to what me and Brooke were. She had come to know me better than anyone, better than I'd ever known myself. Sometimes it felt like it was only me and her left in the world, and it was at times like that when I was at my happiest. Sure, I had other people in my life who meant a lot to me, my mother Karen Roe, my brother Nathan Scott and his wife Haley James Scott, my good friend Peyton Sawyer and her husband Jake Jagelski; but somehow none of that meant anything to me if I didn't have Brooke by my side. She was always by my side.

"Yeah we were" I replied. Not with tears in my eyes, or sadness in my voice. I hadnt greaved since she'd died, I hadnt known how too

"It says here that the two of you shared a house?" the officer questioned me with no amount of sympathy in the tone of his voice, or within the expression on his face…not that I wanted it anyway. I nodded in answer to his question "For the purpose of the tape Mr. Scott?"

"Yeah, we shared a house. She worked away in New York three months out of the year, the rest of time she lived in Tree Hill with me" I told him before grabbing a cigarette from the half empty packet in my trouser pocket. I wasn't a big smoker, I didn't even like to do it but I knew what was coming next, and I just felt like I needed something to relieve the stress that had built up inside of me

"Were you and Miss. Davis emotionally involved?" and there it was. The question that I'd been asked so many times I'd lost count.

We should have been "emotionally involved". We were just getting to be "emotionally involved" again, for the third time. But, something had to go and ruin it. That something being the man that helped bring me into this world, only to tear that same world down from around me.

"No" I answered in the only way I could

The officer; dressed in blue from head to toe, sat down in the seat across the table from me "Look, Mr. Scott, I understand that this is hard for you. But, the sooner you start telling me everything you know, the sooner you can get out of here and get back to your friends and family" I sniggered at the thought of "getting back to my friends and family". What friends and family? I barely had any friends or family left "When Miss. Davis came back from New York, did you notice anything strange about your father's behaviour? Was he acting hostile? Or was there any change in his character?"

"My father's character is hostile!" I replied, with great sarcasm. Sarcasm that probably wasn't appropriate in this situation.

The officer shrugged off my attitude before continuing "Take yourself back to the day Miss. Davis came back from New York, Mr. Scott. Was there anything out of the ordinary about that day?"

I glanced back and forth over the crowds that were beginning to cloud my view, crowds made up of couples coming back from vacation, and families reuniting. It was beginning to become a regular sight for me now, North Carolina airport. Every June 10th for the past ten years I'd come and welcome Brooke home from New York, revelling in the feeling of knowing I'd be able to see her everyday for the next nine months. And, every April 4th I'd be right back here again, except this time I'd have the feeling of sadness running through my body, knowing that I'd have to spend the next three months without her.

"Well, I don't like the hair…the jacket does not suit your colouring and don't even get me started on those pants" I heard her raspy voice from behind me, the same voice that never failed to send tingles of excitement up and down my spine

I turned around and couldn't help but let a smile cross my lips at the familiar sight of Brooke Davis, Louis Vitton bag in one hand, Vogue magazine in the other "You think you have the right to mock my fashion sense just coz your this big designer?" I teased, all the while knowing that I didn't look too good. I never did without her.

"Honey, it doesn't take an expert to know that your not looking good right now" she told me, with a raised eyebrow "Nice stubble. You been living on the streets?" she ran her hand across the side of my cheek, the cheek which she had clearly pointed out hadn't been shaved in quite a while

"Well, I missed you too Brooke" I replied, sarcasm taking over my tone

"I know you did, you always do" she flashed me those famous dimpled cheeks, before sliding her arm through mine "Baggage claim" she told me, rather than asked, whilst I rolled my eyes and silently thanked the heavens that I finally had her back, even if it was only for another nine months.

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Well, theres chapter one. Most of the chapters are gonna be short, but I'll post them quickly coz this fic is already done and dusted.

Please comment and tell me what you think!

Sophia x