DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN ONE TREE HILL, OR THE CHARACTERS FOR THAT MATTER.
Shivering in the cold night air, Brooke walked hurriedly back to her house. She was cold, alone, and pretty scared out of her wits. She didn't like the dark and she felt every hair on the back of her neck stand up as if someone was stalking her. As her feet trudged on the cemented pavement, she heard something behind her. She quickly turned around to see what it was, but all she saw was the dark staring back at her. Oh, come on, there's nothing to be scared about. You're just being paranoid and imagining things, she thought, trying to comfort herself.
She turned back around, and was surprised to see a blonde-haired man staring at her, smiling. Gasping, she took a step back. He didn't look all that dangerous and he also looked somewhat familiar.
"Whoa! You scared me! I thought you must've been a stalker or something," Brooke said, taking deep breaths to calm herself.
"Oh no, I'm nothing of the sort…in fact, I'm Peyton's brother, Derek Summers. Remember? We met at that party and you kissed me to spite my sister because you thought I was her boyfriend," he said, holding out his hand. Brook smiled and shook it.
"Oh yeah! I remember you now! Sorry about that kiss. I was just trying to get back at Peyton. I'm sure that you're aware that I'm not on the best of terms with your sister. Has she ever told you why?" Brooke asked anxiously.
"Nope. Do you want her to?" he replied, still smiling that disturbing smile of his that showed all of his perfect, white teeth. Actually, Derek Summers did know why Brooke and Peyton were mad at each other. It was because Peyton had "stolen" Lucas away from Brooke and kissed each other behind her back when Brooke and Lucas were a couple. Always the same old story, Derek thought to himself.
"No, no. That's ok. Nevermind," Brooke said, flustered that he apparently didn't know about her and Peyton. It was all over the school. She had loved Lucas and actually let him all the way into her heart. Not something that Brooke Davis would typically do for guys. At Hayley and Nathan's second wedding, he had told her about the kiss he had with Peyton, which left her devastated. So many emotions had roiled around inside of her: jealousy, hurt, relief, hope, shame, pity, envy, and anger. She couldn't sort them out right then. It was just too much for her to deal with. Her heart had shattered into millions of pieces, and she didn't know if she could patch it back together again.
"Ok. Well…would you like me to accompany you back to your house? I think you could use the company since you're so jumpy," Derek offered. Brooke nodded emphatically, glad to have someone with her to keep her company.
As they walked down the street to her white house, they conversed about what it was like at school, and what Derek did for a job. When they reached the door of Brooke's house, she paused and looked at him.
"Thanks. I really appreciate you walking with me," she said, thankful that they had reached her house.
"Oh, no problem! It was most definitely my pleasure," He gazed at her lustfully, which seemed to look beyond her clothes.
Brooke blushed shyly and turned away, her dark brown hair covering her face to hide her uneasiness. She turned the doorknob to open the door, but was interrupted by the hard grip of Derek's hand on her upper arm. She could feel his nails biting into her sensitive skin and it hurt….a lot.
"Derek, let go! You're hurting me," she pleaded, trying to pull away from his hard, vice-like grip. He was really strong, making it impossible to get away. Brooke winced at the pain and looked into his light blue eyes. What she saw there made her recoil and look away.
"No…I don't think so. You see…..I won't let Lucas take away another pretty girl from me. If I can't have you, than he can't either," he spat angrily, his eyes shining with resentment, bitterness, and hatred for the one guy who stole "his" girl away.
"What?! What do you mean?!" Brook had no idea what he was talking about. She was unaware that 'Derek Summers' had actually been stalking Peyton. She did not know that he was not Derek at all, but someone else entirely. 'Derek' sighed impatiently and started dragging her back down the stairs to the sidewalk, where a black sedan was waiting across the street. She had not noticed it before.
Brooke squirmed and fought with all her strength, but still, he was too strong for her slight form. He kept dragging her until they reached the car. There, he threw her into the back seat, where he tied her hands and feet with rope. Then he put duct tape around her mouth so that her screams would not alert the neighbors. He closed the car door and jumped into the driver's seat. Looking back at Brooke, he smiled and said, "Oh, I just love doing this! Too bad pretty Lucas isn't here to save you. It's not like he would anyways, since he has Peyton now." Derek spat when he said Peyton's name, as if it were a curse. He turned around, turned on the ignition, and drove off into the dark.
