A/N: So this is like my third story on real deal life stuff. The second one I'm having writers block with, but the first one is going good, so I hope this one does too. Brooke and Peyton have never in their lives been friends. They're not mean to each other, just not friends. Lucas and Brooke are dating, along with Nathan and Haley. Brooke and Haley are BFF's. Just a little back ground info. So please read, review, and enjoy.

Disclaimer: I do not own One Tree Hill or anything else associated with it.

Rating: PG-13

I could hear the car pulling up, the engine stopped and the door opened and closed. My dad was home. He was a couple hours late, so he had probably stopped to get a few drinks somewhere, which meant he was going to be even more mad.

Ever since my mom had decided she was going to be a movie star and leave to Los Angeles, my dad became abusive. Taking his anger for my mother out on me. I had the scars, and bruises to show for it.

My door swung open. I curled into a ball on my bed, who knew what he was gonna do tonight. He grabbed my hair and pulled me up, and made me look him in the eyes. He asked if I had made dinner for him. I shook my head 'no'. He was mad at this, I didn't know I was suppose to be making dinner. He shook his head "I'm sorry Brooke, you think you'd learn, but your just so damn stupid." He said screaming in my face.

He pulled me by my hair and shoved my head into a wall. My ears rung from shock. I fell to the floor. He kicked me around a few times, and I could already feel the bruises forming. He grabbed my arm and pulled me up and drug me down the stairs. He stopped in the kitchen. "Make me some dinner!" He said squeezing my arm and letting go. I didn't move for a minute, scared of what he might do. "GET TO IT!!" He screamed.

I ran over to the freezer, and pulled out a frozen pizza. I put it in the oven, and looked at my dad. "It'll be a couple minutes." I said softly hoping he wouldn't hurt me any further. I noticed he had a glass beer bottle in his hand. I don't know where it came from, maybe he had brought it home with him earlier. He took a last swig of it. Then look at me.

He started towards me, and I flinched. He stopped a moment dropping his bottle glass shattering everywhere. "Did you think I was gonna hit you?" He ask sternly and shocked, like maybe the monster was gone. I didn't say anything. "Answer me girl!" He said, the monster being back. "No sir'." I said shakily. He didn't buy it. He unhooked his belt and took it off.

He hit me with it across my arm. It stung in pain. I turned around, where my back was facing him. I didn't want him to touch my face. He hit me across the back a few times, and then with all he had he gave it one last whip, and I fell to the floor.

He looked down at me. The timer on the oven rang. "Get up and get my pizza." he said putting his belt back on, and sitting down in the living room. I stood up slipped on something. I held on to the kitchen counter and stood up. I looked down at the floor and saw a puddle of my own blood. I don't think this ones going to be able to use a Barbie© band-aid, I thought to myself.

"What a rainy ending given to a perfect day." - Taylor Swift

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