Broken Wings

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Prologue: By Any Means Necessary

Brooke Davis had led a privileged life. Growing up she had everything that money could buy. She grew up in a nice home and had always been well off. She had gained who would be the best friend of her lifetime when she was a young child, and she still found that no friendship of hers, despite the ups and downs that they had shared would ever compare to the friendship that she had with Peyton Sawyer. Brooke had good looks and was extremely talented- she'd become a famous fashion designer at a young age and ran a million-dollar company at the tender age of twenty-two. She had a group of friends to surround her that would be impossible to replace. All of them had been such a huge part in her life, a huge part in making her the person that she was today. For a long time it felt like there was so much missing from her life- and yet when she stepped back in Tree Hill, she felt as though she had found those missing pieces: her friends, her family. And yet there had always been one thing missing. One thing that she had craved for the majority of her life: Parents who cared.

Victoria Davis had always been a business woman, ever since Brooke was a child. She wasn't someone who would ever win a mother of the year award, and never showed affection to her daughter. Both of Brooke's parents had always been caught up in their careers too much to think about what their daughter needed or wanted. After all she had a roof over her head, she had nice things. She was taken care of. Those were the things that mattered. Or were they? Long ago Brooke had thought those were the things that mattered, popularity and materialistic things. But those things that mattered had changed; Brooke had changed. She'd realized that what she had needed all along were parents who cared for her. And she supposed that was part of why she wanted to be a mother- and an amazing one at that. She didn't want to be like Victoria, and she had made a promise to herself that when she did have children that they would never spend a moment of their life wondering if they were loved. They would know that they were loved unconditionally- the opposite of the life that she had lived.

But she knew that not every situation was perfect. That what you had mapped out for your life wasn't always the direction that you went in. That sometimes there was a fork in the road, and you went down the wrong path. And that was where Brooke was now. She had wanted to be a mother by any means necessary- she had been ready to adopt. She had fostered a baby, Angie for a short time and in the time that she'd had the little girl she had formed an intense bond with her. In that time Brooke had changed the entire outlook of the rest of her life, because of her kindness and unselfishness. And she had wanted to make that kind of a difference on a constant basis, to a child of her own. Of her own.

But she had never imagined it to be like this. She had never dreamed that it would be such a lonely, sad place. She had never dreamed that she would be in this alone. The twenty-two year old felt a stray tear slide its way down her cheek and she allowed it to linger there unscathed. And she wondered then if this was what she truly wanted, if this was something that she could do. If she could deal with the judgment of others, of herself. Silently her hand slipped down to her mildly swollen belly beneath her robe, the first physical sign of her unplanned pregnancy. And it was then that she began to wonder if she could go through with this, if she could carry this baby for nine months knowing that its father could never and would never be a part of its life. Maybe Brooke Davis couldn't be a good mother, maybe she couldn't be what this child needed. And her biggest fear of all: maybe she would be just like Victoria and she would spend the rest of her life resenting the life that she'd been a part in creating.