There was a problem when Brook Davis had tears in her eyes. A face as angelic as hers did not need tears to grace her dark, hazel eyes, but for some reason Brooke Davis was sitting on the floor of her bathroom with tears streaming down her face.

She remember that there was point in her life where everything was going exactly the way she wanted it to. She had a company. She had an apartment in the city. She had famous friends. She had it all. Brooke Davis was on the fast track to having everything she ever wanted.

It's funny how that all could change so quickly.

She wasn't living in New York anymore. She hasn't for over a year. Her company was in shambles and she could barely tolerate her mother. She some how became responsible for a teenager and her love life was almost nonexistence.

Everything Brooke Davis loved seemed to turn to stone. First with Lucas. Felix really didn't count. Chase was innocent. Owen never should have happened. Now, there was Julian.

Julian. Mister Big-Shot-Hollywood-Producer was a mistake. Brooke didn't understand how she let herself get so attached. It was only a matter of time before he had to go back to California. It was only a matter of time before he forgot about Tree Hill and Brooke Davis

Her tears seemed to be flooding faster as Brooke leaned her head back and rested it on the cabinet. She tried hard to muffle her sobs. She didn't want Sam to hear her.

"Brooke?"

Brooke quickly wiped the tears from her eyes. As if Sam could actually see her puffy, red eyes through the door. "Yeah?"

"You've been in there for awhile."

"Uh," Brooke stammered, not really sure how to justify her recent inhabitance of the bathroom. "I'm waxing."

"At seven in the morning?"

"That's when I always do it?" Brooke stuttered. "Shouldn't you be in school?"

"It's Saturday."

"Oh," Brooke sighed. "Aren't you going over Haley's?"

"At eleven."

"Why are you up so early?"

"I need to use the bathroom."

"Oh," Brooke lifted herself up from the floor. She quickly glanced at herself in the mirror to make sure her face wasn't two damaged. She let out a sigh in hopes to calm herself down and pulled open the door.

Sam leaned against the wall with her arms folded over each other. Her hair was crazy and there was still sleep in her eyes, "Were you crying?"

It took Brooke a moment to come up with something, "The waxing. It's painful."

Brooke abruptly scrambled to her room, shutting the door behind her. She collapsed onto her bed and bit back the sudden nausea that came over her.

What if Sam knew? What if she heard?

Brooke tried to shake the thoughts from her head. She carefully reached over to her nightstand to grab her cell phone. She scrolled through her contacts and looked for the number she needed. After three rings a voice came over the phone.

"Tree Hill Medical Center."

"Hi, my name is Brooke Davis," Brooke began, butterflies bursting through her abdomen. "I was wondering if Doctor Lee had an opening Monday morning?"

Silence took over the phone and Brooke's anticipation was getting the best of her.

"Is nine o'clock okay?"

"That's fine."

"And what is the nature of this visit?"

"A pregnancy test."


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