Please Don't Leave Quite Yet

Chapter 1

Peyton Sawyer would never forget the moment her whole world shattered around her as if she were made of glass and broken into several pieces. It had all started from one simple nightmare that had become so much more.

Sand dripped from Peyton's open fingers as she stared at the crashing waves on the horizon. Something was terribly wrong. She knew it was so. She just couldn't put her finger on it.

"Peyton." A voice whispered startling her out of her thoughts.

Wind rustled Peyton's hair picking up immensely as she turned around narrowing her eyes to see through her massive amount of blonde curls as a hint of chocolate brown hair caught her vision. It was the hair that she always envied off of the person who inhabited it. Her best friend for life Brooke Davis, but what were they doing here?

Red painted the white sands below as Peyton finally wrestled her blonde curls to the side and bit down on a scream. Blood dripped from every pour of Brooke's body as her mouth opened as if to speak. What was she trying to say Peyton had no clue.

"Brooke. Brooke! What happened? Brooke!"

"Goodbye Peyton."

Something knocked Peyton back as she gasped out shooting out of her bed and looking around her room that hadn't changed a bit since she was in her per-adolescent years. Rolling her eyes at her laziness to change it like Brooke had suggested weeks ago, Peyton threw off her covers and went to her closet to get ready for her day. She would defiantly need the distraction after the nightmare she had just had.

Sighing she picked up her cellphone and looked to see that she had a missed call from Brooke from that night. She frowned at it running one of her hands through the thick curls in her hair as she pressed the call button.

The phone kept ringing as Peyton got dressed and frowned when she only got Brooke's voice mail. Rolling her eyes she left Brooke a message telling her that she would be over to pick her up for school as soon as she got a bit of breakfast in her.

She put the phone in the back of her pocket as she grabbed her backpack and ran downstairs where her father was sitting at the breakfast table reading his daily newspaper and sipping his coffee. Peyton poured herself a cup and placed it onto her lips inhaling the scent of it. Today was going to be one of those days she just had a feeling about it.

"How's it going kiddo?"

"It's going the sane as any other day."

"Well I hope you have a better one"

"I hope so too."

He smiled at her as she drank the rest of her coffee, grabbed her keys from the side counter, and made her way over to Brooke's not knowing what she would face when she got there.

Sirens flashed in the distance as Peyton made her way to Brooke's house. She squinted to see where they were at and as she inched closer she noticed that the sirens were actually at Brooke's house. What was happening?

Time seemed to go into slow motion as she parked her car in the nearest spot and opened her door running to Brooke's house as fast as she could. She saw yellow crime scene tape as Brooke's dad held Brooke's mom. What was going on here? Where was Brooke?

"Mr and Mrs Davis? What happened? Where's Brooke?"

Peyton watched Brooke's mother face fall as she turned into Mr. Davis trying to hold herself together as Peyton finally looked over to Brooke's red door. Her face twisted in shock as she saw a detective throw a sheet over someone's face as the color drained from her face assuming the worst.

"Peyton. Something happened."

Peyton blinked as she prepared for her whole world to crash around her.