So here I am with another story. Don't worry I have not forgotten about "The perfect Life" I was just having a writers block with that one and I already had this one started so I thought I would get it out there for all you lovely readers.

Hope you enjoy!

Disclaimer: I do not own anything!

Chapter 1

Brooke stood behind her desk in Clothes Over Bro's. It was twelve o'clock and a quiet time in her store so Peyton had decided to go and get them both some lunch. Brooked sighed and leaned on the counter. Just as she rest her eyes the chimes rang on her door. A young teenage girl burst into Brooke's store, her eyes darted around the store and Brooke watched on in shock as the young girl ran round the counter and hid behind the desk.

"What the hell do you think you are doing? You can't just burst in here!"

"Please" the girl looked at Brooke pleadingly "I don't know what they will do if they find me. If they come in don't…"

But the girl was cut off by the chimes on the door ringing for the second time in about a minute. Brooke shot her eyes up to the crowd of girls that had come in.

"I swear I saw her come in here! I'm telling you!"

"Em, can I help you?"

"Shut up bitch!"

Brooke was taken aback. What this girl was about 16, 17 and she spoke to Brooke like a piece of crap.

"Come on lets get out of here!" The group of girls trudged out of Brooke's store. "I'll get that weirdo if it's the last thing I do!" Brooke heard those last words as clear as day.

Her eyes came back to the girl who was curled up at her feet. She didn't even know her but she felt something for the girl. The teenager eventually stood up.

"Em, I'm sorry about that. Your store seemed a bit safer than the butcher across the road. I didn't really fancy being chased out of his store whilst he brandished a knife. But I think I could handle Brooke Davis chasing me out of the store with a clothes hanger!" Brooke laughed at the girl.

"A bit of a joker are we! So why were thay chasing you?"

The girl headed towards Brooke's door.

"You know, it doesn't matter. I'm not your problem. How about next time I'm in I'll buy a dress to pay you back?" Brfore Brooke could reply the girl had gone. Brooke ran out of the store to see if she could catch a last glimpse of the girl. She watched as she jogged in the opposite direction, she pulled up her hood and darted down a sidewalk.

Brooke was distracted by a familiar voice.

"Davis. What you doing out here?" It was Peyton with a bag of Chinese food.

"Em nothing. So what did you get me?" Peyton gave Brooke the Yeah-okay-you can't-lie-to-me face.

"Yeah right! What happened?"

"Ugh okay fine! I'll tell you but first I want my Chinese!"

Brooke told Peyton about her little ordeal that she hada just encountered.

"So, she didn't even tell you here name?" Brooke shook her head no. "Come on Brooke why are you so worried about her, it was probably some kind of joke."

"Peyton, I'm really worried about her. You never saw the look in her eyes. They were dull and lifeless. She seemed dead inside. And I'm concerned for her safety! That bunch of girls are not good news. She called me a bitch Peyton! A bitch! I am not a bitch!" Brooke was getting agitated.

"Okay, okay. Calm down. I just don't see why you care so much."

"Because I care Peyton! She just fells lost. I feel something for her." Brooke sunk back down onto her purple sofa and dug into her Chinese. Brooke shot up from her seat causing Peyton to choke on her food!

"Oh my god. That's her! That's the girl!" Brooke rushed over to the girl as she gingerly walked in. "Hey. Your back."

The girl walked by Brooke and made her way to the counter. She went into her pocket and pulled out some money.

"I said next time I'm in I would pay you back, for letting me hide. So here you go." The girl dropped the money on the counter and for the second time that day headed for the door. But on the way past she was stopped by Brooke's hand on her arm. The girl flinched.

"Hey are you okay?" Brooke tried to look into the girl eyes but couldn't see past the hood of her hoody. Slowly Brooke raised her hands and dropped the girls hood. To her surprise the girl let Brooke reveal her face. Brooke gasped in shock. Peyton stood up and made her way over to the two knowing something was seriously wrong. Peyton also was taken aback by the girl appearance.

There was blood splattered over her face, her lip was swollen, as was her right eye and there was bruising down the right side of her face. Brooke cupped the girls face stroking her thumb over her cheek.

"Did they do this to you? Those girls that came in?" She simply nodded. "Come on lets get you leaned up. Yea?" Brooke placed her arm around the teenager's shoulder and lead her through to the back of the store. Peyton followed suit with the first aid bag. Brooke sat her down on one of the chairs she leant down in front of her and got the first aid bag from Peyton. She started to clean the girl up as gently as she could. Peyton looked at the girl in front of her, Brooke was right, there is something about the girl she did look broken.

"So what's you name?"

"Kyla, my names Kyla Gordon." Brooke smiled, at least the girl was talking.

"Gordon, isn't that a…"

"Scottish name? Yea I was born in Scotland but moved when I was 5 to Australia, then France and then America. Started in New York, then LA and now Tree hill."

"And how old are you?" Peyton asked in shock.

"17 last May." She looked older Brooke thought. "My dad was in the Oil business so we moved about a lot. I didn't mind at first seeing the world and all. My mom told me that America would be where we settled down so New York it was. But things changed, I changed, so my school changed. That's when it got annoying, moving schools, getting the same spiel from the teachers, trying to find friends. It sucked!" Peyton and Brooke just looked at each other in complete shock. They just got her whole life story from a teenager they had only known for about ten minutes. There was a good silence.

"So…I think that's my queue to leave. Thanks for cleaning me up. My mom will be worried so I better go. I'll see you around yea?"

"Wait you can't just leave, you just told two strangers your life story and your going to leave?" Brooke and Peyton got to there feet and followed the girl through the store.

"Well your Brooke Davis - Clothes Over Bro's creator and you are Peyton Sawyer - creator of Red Bedroom Records. You aren't really strangers." Peyton raised an eyebrow.

"Okay I get why you know her but me, really?" The girl laughed.

"I like my music, no, I love my music. Won't find me without my iPod in my pocket!"

"Brief getting to know you over guys. What's your mom going to say about your face? Those girls have to be punished for what they have done to you."

"I appreciate you caring, I really do, kinda forgot what it feels like" Kyla said under her breath. "But I gotta go I can't hide in your store all my life!" Brooke stopped herself from shouting out that she wouldn't care if she hid in her store for the rest of her life as long as she was safe! But she bit it back.

"Well as long as you know that I will always be here if you need anything. And I mean anything!" Kyla smiled.

"Thankyou Brooke and thank you Peyton. I know I was a bit forward in my life story but it's weird I just kinda fell like I've known you all my life." Brooke enveloped Kyla into a big bear hug, she really didn't want to let her go, she just wanted to keep her safe. "Right well I'm off. I'll catch you guys later yeah." And she was gone.

"That was weird Brooke. Why would a teenage girl of 17 tell us her life story?"

"I don't know Peyt. Maybe it was a cry for help. Whatever it was I hope to god we see her again!"

So there you have it the first chapter. I hope you guys enjoyed it and it had you intrigued.

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Oh and I will apologise in advance for the lack of updates as I will be jumping back and forth to each of my stories! Oh and I might as well put in a plug for my other story, if you haven't already read it then please do! =]