Disclaimer: Sadly One Tree Hill isnt mine bcuz if it was Haley wouldnt have left. The love triangle wouldnt exist and Jakers will still be in Tree Hill.
I dont own the song, It belongs to Luda && Mary J.
The story was inspired by jragan305's video on youtube.
Chapter One
Little Peyton
Now little Lisa is only 9 years old
She's trying to figure out why the world is so cold
Why sheds all alone and they never met her family
Mamas always gone and she never met her daddy
Part of her is missing and nobody will listening
Mama is on drugs getting high up in the kitchen
Peyton Sawyer sat in her room sketching in her notebook from school listening to her tape recorder that played the old metal rock AC/DC. She removed the headphone to hear her mother giggle wildly like a drunken person or worse a high person. Peyton had that sickly feeling in her stomach and quickly locked her door. She loved her mother she did but she had to be safe.
Ever since she was a little girl around the age nine her mother Elizabeth started to bring men home late at night. Peyton didn't think nothing till one night one guy was leering over her and whispering drunken nonsense into her ear. She remembered to shut her eyes tight and sing the song that seemed to get her mind off things.
Bringing home men at different hours of the night
Starting with laughs--usually ending in a fight
Sneak into her room while her mamas knocked out
Trying to have his way and little Lisa says 'ouch'
She tries to resist but then all he does is beat her
She learned to lock her doors and when it got quiet to quickly hide so when they came in they couldn't find her. Yet they did sometimes and they strike her when she resisted from them and cried when they pushed her down. When she told her mother all Ellie did was tell her to shut the hell up and stop the lies. Peyton couldn't let it happen anymore she just couldn't take the pain anymore.
She was only sixteen but still and sat on her bed. She plugged in her eyes to her head phones drowning out the sounds of her mother and her new friend. She wished at times like this she had a dad to hold her through the night when she got sick or just to talk to her. She looked at what she drew in her notebook it was two other girls she had never seen before but they were hugging each other.
She never had a best friend in her life not one single person but these two girls seem nice she drew one kind of taller, curvy and a slight dimple. The other small petite but had a bright smile; she had seen them once in her dreams though. Peyton placed her notebook on the night stand and laid down her bed removing the headphones.
That's when she noticed the eerie silence in the house and sat up quickly. She hated when it was like this and the tears started to sting her eyes, she slowly crept out of bed grabbing her converses and slipping them on. Then she heard the doorknob trying to turn and then a loud bang. "Peyton sweetie open the door" The voice said and Peyton could just sense the smirk on his face.
Peyton grabbed the bag that was hidden under her bed and pulled it out. She walked towards the old window and tries to open it. The window of course old gets jammed and it's stuck. Peyton tries to push it harder but she sees the banging on the door increased and the wood was starting to splinter. She hated him, the most, Ian!
Tries to tell her mom but her mama don't believe her
Lisa is stuck up in the world on her own
Forced to think that hell is a place called home
Nothing else to do but some get some clothes and pack
Her mom adored him because he was young, handsome and supplied her whatever she needed but he desired something else or more like someone else. Peyton could see that he was getting through and started to silently cry tonight was the night she was going to runaway. She stopped pushing the window higher and looked down. The picture caught her eye, the picture she drew and she had to.
She pushed the window with all her might and it was just enough for her to get out. As soon as it shuts she sees her old door bang open. Peyton ducked clutching her black duffel bag as she saw his blonde hair through the window, he was pissed. Peyton ran to her mother's car that was the only thing her mother loved more than her precious drug, that old car.
Peyton stuck the key in the ignition and let the car start up hoping it didn't alert either people in the house. Peyton accelerates and starts driving down the street. The old broken homes of New York passing her as the scenery. She finally got the courage to leave, she finally decides she wanted a new life and she was going to finally get it.