So, this story, for me, is my most important one because it signifies what women in today's world go through every day of their life. I felt it was easier to write this as a One Tree Hill story because I can relate to the characters much better, so writing this would be a little easier on me. This is my first fanfiction, and it's my favorite one. This is a Brooke-centric story, but those of you that are Nathan, Haley, Peyton and Lucas fans, you'll get what you want. This story takes place around the middle of season 5. Brooke's mom took Clothes Over Bros from her when she came back to Tree Hill, so she turned to her boyfriend, Fletcher, for support. Although, Fletcher's not a good guy. He's never home, he's always out with girls, he's doing drugs, and all kinds of other illicit things. Even though he mistreats her, she feels the need to be loved by somebody. So with all this going on, Brooke spirals into this depression. She's become an alcoholic, and she's pushing all of her friends away. She hasn't seen Fletcher in weeks, and they talk on the phone maybe three times a week. She feels lost in the world, and she feels like there's no one she can go to for support anymore. Note: This story contains crude langauge, alcohol, drugs, sex, disability, rape, sucidal reference, and abuse. But, it also contains romance, guidance, friendship, family, hope, and love. :D So, we've got the best of both worlds in this story. I'm not sure for how long this story will drag on, but it'll be a while. I really hope you all enjoy my story, and review as often as you can. Thank you. :')

Haley put Brooke's arm around her shoulder and supported her up. She slowly walked out the door of Tric and walked Brooke to the car.

"Brooke, you've got to stop drinking." Haley said worried for her friend.

"You can't tell me what to do... you're not my mommy." She said with a slurred voice.

"Brooke, you're going to make yourself sick."

"So what?"

Haley ignored this comment and opened the door to her car. Brooke resisted a few times, but Haley was stronger than Brooke at the moment. Haley got Brooke in the back seat and closed the door.

"Don't... go anywhere, Brooke." She said to her friend through the glass window.

"Make me." She said sticking her tongue out.

Haley shook her head and walked back into Tric. She looked in all directions for Lucas. She found him at the bar with Owen.

"Hey, Luke, I'm going to take Brooke home, did you want to leave or stay?"

"Uh, I'll stay a little while longer." He said holding a beer in his hand.

"Okay." Haley started walking back outside.

"Hey." He said stopping her. "Is it that bad- Brooke, I mean?"

"It's like it always is." She sighed. Haley walked back to the car and checked to make sure Brooke was still there. She couldn't see through the glass, so she peered through the window. She couldn't see Brooke.

"AAAAAHHHHHH!" Brooke screamed through the glass, trying to scare Haley. It worked. Brooke laughed an insanely drunken laugh that Haley was getting quite used to lately. Haley shrugged this off and walked to the driver's seat. When Haley opened the door, Brooke had managed to climb her way into the passenger's seat. Haley ignored this.

"Did you have fun?" Haley asked sarcastically while buckling her seatbelt.

"Hell no!" Brooke blurted out. "That was the worst amusment park I've ever been to!"

"Brooke..."

"I'm kidding!" She laughed. "Hales, I always have a good time at Tric." Haley drove out of the parking lot and headed toward Brooke's house.

"That's for sure." She mumbled.

"What? It's better than being at home." She exclaimed. Haley looked over and noticed Brooke wasn't buckled up.

"Brooke! Come on, stop being so careless!" She almost yelled at her.

"Alright, alright... relax." Brooke fussed with the seatbelt before Haley reached over and buckled it for her.

"You're gunna get us both killed, Brooke."

"Hey, you're the one driving." Brooke got up to Haley's face and looked her in the eyes. "Have you been drinking tonight?"

"No, I haven't Brooke. Have you?"

"Just one...after another." Brooke cackled.

Haley sighed. "Brooke, this has to stop."

"What are you talking about?"

"The drinking, Brooke. You're gunna end up breaking yourself." This hurt Brooke. She paused for a second.

"I'm already broken." She responded sounding as sober as ever. The two of them were as silent as they had ever been. Neither of them said a word, the rest of the way there. Haley pulled into Brooke's driveway.

"Alright... we're here."

"Thanks..." Brooke said, getting out of the car.

"Hey..." Haley grabbed Brooke's arm. "You know that you can talk to me... about anything... right?"

"I know..." Brooke trailed off. "Goodnight." She said while closing the car door. Brooke stumbled into her house and threw her purse toward the couch and missed. She plopped down on the couch and closed her eyes. She breathed in deeply and a tear fell from her eye. Her phone started to ring, but she ignored this. It went to voicemail.

'Hey, you've reached Brooke Davis-'

'-And Fletcher Daniels. We-'

'We- wait, I was suppose to go first.'

'No, I was.'

'I was.'

'Be quiet, we're running out of time.'

'Leave a-'

The answering machine was cut off. "Hey, baby girl. I'm still a little busy with work so, I might not be home for a while... actually, it might be a long while. Don't wait up..." The man's voice trailed off. "...No, go back to sleep..." He whispered to someone that was in the room with him. "Anyway, I should be back in the morning. So... I'll see you then." He trailed off again. "... No, I'll be right there..." He whispered again. "Goodnight, Brooke." He hung up. Brooke climbed off the couch and sauntered over to the phone. She stared at the phone for a moment, just standing there. She took the phone and snatched the cord out of the wall, then slammed the whole thing on the floor. After stomping on it a few times, she tried to run to her room but failed miserably. She sat down on her bed and sobbed for a moment. She slowly laid her head down and cried loudly and furiously into her pillow. She cried for a good twenty minutes before falling asleep. She dreamed about her and her boyfriend, Fletcher, actually having a good time for once.

Fletcher was always 'away on business', which Brooke didn't believe for a second. He had been unemployed for a long time, and she knew it. Brooke had been living poorly since Fletcher lost his job and she gave up her company to her mother. How could she believe the love of her life was actually 'working' when they never had any money? Unless he was constantly throwing away money on drugs and hookers. Which he did do, but not with money from his 'job'. Brooke had been miserable since she gave up her company. She felt like her life was over, and she could barely turn to her friends to support, even though they wanted to be there for her more than anything in the world. She didn't really know why she was still staying with Fletcher. Maybe because she needed someone by her side, or so she could have someone at her hip when she went to parties that wouldn't let her in otherwise... or maybe it was because she really did love him, and she just didn't know how to let go of him. Even though it was unrequited love, she needed someone to love her back.

Brooke woke up in the morning by the sound of a blender going off in the kitchen. She held her head against her ears, trying to ease the pain of her hangover. Every time she would cover her ears, the blender would turn off, but turn back on when she released her hands. Someone was teasing her. She crawled out of bed and walked into the kitchen.

"Are you trying to kill me?" She said to the person standing in the kitchen. It was Peyton. Peyton turned around and looked at Brooke.

"You look like shit."

"I'll bet." She said sitting in the bar stool. "What are you doing?"

"Making smoothies."

"In my kitchen?" She said holding her head in her hands.

"My blender's broken... that, and I need to talk to you about something."

"Let me spare you the trouble of pulling out the I'm-Peyton-Sawyer-Nobody-Loves-Me-People-Always-Leave-Tears... Lucas loves you, not Lindsey, no matter if they're getting married or not, okay? So-"

"No, Brooke... It's not about me... but thanks for that."

"Oh..."

"What happened last night, Brooke?"

"What are you talking about?"

"Exactly what I said... What happened last night?"

"What, I went to Tric last night, that's all."

"Well, that's not what Haley told me."

"Yeah, well tutor girl's got a big mouth."

"See, that... that right there is what I'm talking about."

"What?"

"Haley said you were different last night, and by 'different' she means, you weren't the same Brooke Davis from high school."

"Yeah, well, I'm not the same Brooke Davis from high school, Peyton... get used to it."

"... What's happened to you, Brooke? Is it the stuff with your company-?"

"It's not my company." She sighed. "It's Victoria's. It's always been Victoria's."

"That's not true, Brooke."

"Well, it's her's now."

"Well, you can do something new, Brooke."

"Like what? Oh, I have an idea, how 'bout I write a novel about a girl who's in love with a guy that's never going to love her back because he's getting married to his editor?" She snapped.

"Brooke..." Peyton scoffed. "You know what, fine, I tried." Peyton grabbed her things and stormed out of the house. Brooke took the glass that was sitting on the counter and threw it on the ground. She sat there a moment before she started crying- just like she did the night before. But Brooke was used to pushing her friends away. This had become a habit for her lately. She got up and walked back toward her room, stopping in the hallway to look at herself in the mirror. She stared at herself for a long time, trying to find the Brooke Davis that had been lost for a long, long time. And she wasn't sure if she could be found ever again.

That's the end of chapter one, let me know what you think. ;D