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Chapter One: Letting Her Go

Sam POV

Life is filled with numbers or most likely statistics as some would call it. I was a statistic the moment I was born, became another statistic when I was given up to foster care and I continued to be a statistic for 15 years.

When I met Brooke I didn't feel like a statistic anymore. I felt like a normal teenage girl who had the whole world in front of them. Things were good for almost a year. Everything changed the moment I got a letter from my birth mother, the letter that ruined my life.

I had a choice to make, go live with Rebecca or become Brooke's daughter, and what did I choose? I choose Rebecca. That was just plain stupid in my opinion, but I wasn't always so smart. Give me a pen and paper and I could write out the next American novel, but leave me with a decision that would not only affect my life, but the lives of others then I was screwed. So, I left Brooke and stayed with Rebecca.

I never really talked to Brooke after I left. I just felt incredible sad about it and it always stayed with me.

For my 16th birthday I decided to have a little fun. Something I knew Brooke would never agree with, but I wasn't under her roof anymore so I did as I pleased. I got drunk, had sex, lost my virginity, and got pregnant. Lucky me huh?

My life sucks. That was my favorite saying for 9 months. I told Rebecca, she kicked me out. I quit school, got my GED, found an apartment and a job. And the rest is history.

Lying in a hospital after going through the most excruciating pain I have ever gone through, I gave birth to a baby girl. I became a statistic again. With my decision made, I signed the papers and they took the baby.

"Are you sure you want to do this?"

I look up through tired eyes and nod my head.

"Yeah, I'm not changing my mind. She deserves someone to love her and it's not me."

"Is there anything else?"

I nod my head and pull out an envelope with Brooke's name on it.

"Can you give this to her? It explains everything. Just make sure she gets it," I say as I hand the envelope to the woman standing in front of me.

"This isn't really procedure you know?"

Sam nods her head.

"I know, I guess money can go a long way."

"It was never about money Sam. Victoria Davis is a dear friend of mine. It's a favor."

I look out into the hallway and see Victoria standing by the door with a frown on her face. I've never seen her like this before. I guess she does have a heart after all.

"Just give it to her," I say before I settle back down into bed. I shut my eyes and listen to the footsteps leave the room, but I know someone is still here. Call it a guess, but I think Victoria has something to say, but I just don't want to hear it.

The footsteps come closer to the bed and she starts talking.

"Samantha, shouldn't you talk to my daughter face to face?"

"Nope," I respond quickly without opening my eyes.

"A letter might not do it Samantha," Victoria says before walking out the door.

I quickly wipe the tears away from my eyes and try to rest, but thoughts of Brooke kept me from going to sleep.

Brooke POV

Once upon a time I had a dream. That dream was to become famous and show the world my designs. When that happened, my dreams changed. I wanted love, family and children. I wanted want all my friends had. I came back from New York to find all that in Tree Hill and at times I did. I became a foster mother to 2 great kids. One being little baby Angie who stayed with me until she had her heart fixed and the other one was Sam, the 15 year old girl who I love so much. She stayed with me and I was so close to becoming her mother, legally, but as the fates had it, they decided to give Sam another chance with her birth mother. Me being who I am risk my happiness for someone else and I told Sam to go. I kept telling myself it was what was best for her, but never in my thinking did I think what was best for me and now I wish I had.

Finding out that I can't have children broke my heart and Julian being the great guy that he is said that it didn't matter, that we could adopt and he's right, but I'll never get to feel the kicks to the stomach or see my baby growing inside of me. That's the thing that I will miss.

If adopting is my only option to becoming a mother than damn it that's what I am going to do.

Maybe the fates will be on my side this time.

I'm sitting in my kitchen drinking coffee and thinking about my past when the phone rings. It's kind of early in the morning so I am wondering who it will be. I guess I have to answer it to find out.

"Brooke Davis speaking."

"Miss Davis, this is Angela from the adoption agency and I have someone here you may be interested in."

Wow…I really don't know what to say except huh?

"Um…exactly why are you calling me?"

"Miss Davis, can you come down here and speak to me. I rather not do this over the phone. I have some things for you."

"I'll be there as soon as I can."

I hang up the phone and look at it all the while thinking. What the hell?

"Brooke, who was on the phone?" I hear Julian ask.

I look up at him in his eyes and smile.

"I'm not sure, but I'll let you know. It may be the call that will change my life."

I walk into the building and I get ushered into a nearby office and I see Angela behind her desk with a baby in her hand. I smile at the noise that the baby makes.

"I guess this is what you were talking about on the phone," I say as I point to the baby in her hands.

"Yes, I was. She was born about 2 days ago to a 16 year old girl."

"So, I automatically get the call."

"Normally no, but this is different circumstances. Can you hold her for a minute?" Angela says as she hands the baby to me.

I look into the baby eyes and I smile. She has deep brown eyes and it reminds me of someone else's. I'm not sure whose.

"Who was the mother?" I ask as I take my eyes off of the baby in my arms.

Angela holds an envelope on her hands and looks at me.

"It's all explained in the letter."

I zero in on the letter and I recognize the handwriting. I look back and the baby and…oh my god…she has Sam's eyes. This cannot be happening.

I give Angela back the baby so that I can open the letter that's for me. I sigh before reading it.

Dear Brooke,

It's a shock and I'm not really sure what to say about it. There's really nothing to say. You are the only one I trust enough to do this and I hope that you will because despite everything you were always good to me. This baby needs you it doesn't need me. I can't be a mother not the one that she deserves so I hope that you will take her and take care of her as if she were your own like you did with me.

There will be worries for you in the future because I don't want to see her. It may be harsh, but it's what is best. Don't look for me. Don't call me because you won't find me.

Give her the love you gave me.

Love,

Samantha

I wipe the tears from my eyes and I fold up the piece of paper. I still can't believe that Sam became a mother. 16, she must have been so scared.

I look up at Angela and then the baby in her arms and I know what I have to do.

"What's her name?" I ask.

"She doesn't have one. That's up to you."

I take the baby from her arms and I kiss her forehead.

"Sierra," I whisper.

Sam would have liked that name.

5 Years Later

Brooke's POV

A lot has happened to me in 5 years. I became a mother to a wonderful little girl. I married Julian Baker and I am now Brooke Penelope Baker. I haven't talked to Sam in 5 years and I'm pissed about that.

Don't get me wrong, she gave me a daughter, but it still would have been nice to receive a phone call telling me she was alright or something.

But I can't dwell on that now. I have to get up because my daughter probably isn't doing what she is supposed to be doing. It's too quiet in the house.

I walk out into the kitchen and put my hands on my hips in a motherly fashion I address my daughter.

"Sierra Alyson Baker what do you think you are doing?!"

Sierra quickly puts the bowl down on the counter and jumps down from it. She looks at me with that insanely cute puppy dog face and I feel myself losing. I'm such a sucker.

"I'm not doing anything momma," she says as she bats her eyelashes.

I shake my head and smile.

"You know you aren't supposed to be on the counter."

"But daddy said I could," Sierra says before she pours herself some cereal.

I glance at Julian and he is currently smiling behind that book he is always reading.

"Julian, are you seriously going to let our daughter break all of the rules?"

"Nope just that one," he says before he turns the page.

I look at my daughter as she happily eats her coco puffs and I walk over to my husband and pull the book out of his hands.

"Why do you keep reading that?"

"Because it's written by a talented author and one we both know."

I look down at the book I placed on the table Letting Go and then glance at the author…Samantha Walker.

Julian's voice brings me out of my trance.

"Her book signing is tomorrow. Are you going to go?"

I look at my husband and sigh.

"I probably should, but she won't like it."

Julian looks towards his daughter and smiles.

"Maybe it's time you work things out. Sierra deserves to know where she came from."

"But we've always told her."

"She deserves to know it from Sam herself."

And I know in that instant that Julian is right. It's been 5 years and whether I like it or not my daughter deserves to know who Sam is like I gave Sam the chance to know who her birth mother was. But if Sam is anything like I remember, I'm in for some trouble.

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