I know I have another story going right now, but I wanted to try this one out. It's set somewhere in season 3, I think. Peyton's still doing her all ages night at Tric. Brooke's family has recovered from there financial problems and the two girls are finally getting settled back into their friendship. But, as always things are never easy. Will be a little dark at times.

Chapter 1 Heavily Broken

Dan watched the blonde as she hoped into her black convertible, her so beloved best friend following to the passenger seat. He had known about how close the two where, especially since the blonde had dated his son for so long. That was until the little smart girl came in as Nathan's tutor, and was now plainly the most important thing in his son's life.

He remembered the many times he would go to Nate's room, Peyton still laying there in the bed, covers barely covering her obviously partially nude body. He had stood and just let himself get lost in his mind, what he would do if he could have her.

That trademark devil smile crossed his face as he thought about it. He could have her now, the information he had concerning one of the people she cared about the most would certainly give him the upper hand. If there was anything Dan Scott knew, it was blackmail. He continued to smile as the car disappeared down the road. He could make his move tonight, and he couldn't wait.

Walking into her room, Brooke stood, taking in all the latest Peyton Sawyer originals. "You know, if I didn't know you as well as I do, I would swear you are seriously messed up in the head." She crinkled her brow as she looked at a drawing on the desk. It was of a headstone, but the letters couldn't be read.

"You'd have to be inside my seriously messed up head to understand it." Peyton smirked as she picked up the drawing and placed it inside her desk drawer.

"True, but to be honest I'm too cheery for you emo brain." She smiled as Peyton threw a pillow across the room. "Ok, back to serious. We still have to get ready for Tric tonight."

"I know. How cool is it to know that I got The Veronica's to play?"

"I knew you could do it, always have known it." Brooke smiled as pride showed through in Peyton's expression. "I'm gonna head home and get ready, I'll meet you there?"

Peyton nodded as Brooke smiled and left the room. She sat down at her desk, thinking about everything. This was the first time in a really long time that she was actually happy. She was proud of what she was doing with club. Sure she had to deal with Rick without Karen knowing, but, she also hadn't given in to his encouraging her to do coke. He'd give her vials, and she'd throw them out. He never had to know she wasn't using.

Jake was still gone, but that pain had numbed. She thought about him, sure she still loved him, but it just wasn't meant to be. She wasn't completely over him, but she was getting there.

She and Brooke were finally back to best friend status. Neither of them were dating a the moment, although they were both friends with Lucas. That seemed to be going smoothly at the present time. She smiled thinking about how things were finally getting to a normal pace.

"Knock, knock."

She turned, a little startled with the unfamiliar voice.

"Mr. Scott? What are you doing here?" Why the hell was he in her room? Ok, this just went from a good moment to down right creepy.

"Hello Ms. Sawyer." Sarcasm laced his voice and that evil grin had found his lips. "Sorry to barge in, but Nate told me once upon a time that you never locked the door, and you rarely heard if anyone knocked."

She watched as he walked further into her room. She felt her stomach tighten at the way he looked at her. She by no means liked this man. He was a sadistic son of a bitch to say the least. "What are you doing here?" She asked again, trying to keep control of her voice.

"It seems I've learned a few things this past week. Now, you know that I'm not one to pass up an opportunity, so here I am." He watched as the young girl continued to look confused, maybe even a little frightened. That made him feel even more power over her. "Let me get to them point, you are still friends with Ms. Davis, correct?"

Peyton nodded, crossing her arms over her chest. She really didn't like the way this was going.

"Well, I have a little something here you may need to see. May I?" He nodded toward her computer.

Peyton nodded, moving back to give him access to the computer. She watched as he slipped a disk in, the screen came up and he smiled back at her. She continued to watch as he pressed play. Her face fell in shock at what she was watching.

"I'm sure that since you and Ms. Davis have been friends for so long you do recognize the man here." He pointed to the screen.

"Oh my God. That's Brooke's dad, but.....but that's not her mom."

"Oh, you're right. That isn't Brooke's mom, judging by her age she's no where near old enough to be a mom." He smiled at the show got a little more detailed. Mr Davis was pretty clearly having sex with some teenager. The girl barely looked her's and Brooke's age.

"Why are you showing me this?" Peyton looked at him disgusted. Yea, she hated the way Brooke's parents did her, but why did she need to know this.

"Well, it seems that I have the only copy of this little show. It also appears the girl in the picture is Jess Tatum. Now, I don't know if Brooke's told you, but Ms Tatum's father runs the company that her father works for.

There it was. This was a tape of Mr Davis screwing the boss's teenage daughter.

"Now, I know of the financial problems this family has had, I know that Mr Davis seems to be doing really well right now which is why Brooke was able to move back. What do you think would happen if this tape found it's way to Mr Tatum?"

Confused, Peyton shook her head. "It wouldn't be good."

"You're right. I'm guessing Daddy here would lose his job, probably even face jail time. And what would happen to your best friend? She'd probably have to go where ever mommy went."

Peyton knew how horrible Brooke's mom was. You couldn't even call that woman a mom. She was basically the female version of Dan.

"What does this have to do with me?" She asked, scared of the answer.

"Well, I could keep this our secret. No one, especially Brooke, would ever have to know. But, I would need something from you."

She didn't want to ask, God know's she didn't want to know. Still, the question came. "Like what?"

He smiled, standing up straight and making his way over to her bed. He sat down, running his hand over her comforter. Looking back at her he gave her the one answer she was praying she wouldn't hear. "You."

"Me? Wait....you want me to..." She couldn't even say it. "You're sick, you know that? There's no way in hell...."

He cut her off before she could finish. "It's your call really. You can do as I ask, and keep your friend, or, I can take this to Mr. Tatum." He smiled.

She stood there, complete shock took over her mind. She knew what would happen to Brooke if this was seen by anyone else. First, it would destroy the little bit of family that Brooke had. Second, Peyton would be responsible for handing her best friend a one way ticket into the hands of that bitch that was suppose to be her mom. Victoria Davis would destroy Brooke. She treated her so badly when she was around, she loved to break Brooke's spirit. She thought of how badly she had hurt Brooke with everything that had happened with Lucas. She promised Brooke she'd never hurt her again. She promised.

"I'm waiting." He shifted on the bed, watching as the young blonde was clearly in deep thought. He watched as she walked closer to him, each step slower than the one before.

Her mind raced with thoughts. Could she really do this? She had only been with two men. Two. And they had both meant something. Could she really give her body to this man, old enough to be her father. She blinked as she thought of Brooke. Brooke was more her family than anyone else was or would ever be. For Brooke, she thought, I could.

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Two hours later Brooke paced inside Tric. Looking to Karen she shook her head. "She's late, and Peyton would never be late for this."

"I'm sure she's on her way Brooke." Karen put a reassuring hand on the girls shoulder.

"No, she was so excited, so proud. I'm gonna call her again." Brooke reached in her purse, fumbling around until she found her phone. Before she was able to dial she just happened to see the head full of blonde curls making their way through the crowd.

"Peyton!!" She yelled. The blonde looked up, but quickly looked away. She still made way to them.

"Sorry, I ran a little late." She wouldn't look at Brooke and didn't really hold any eye contact with Karen.

"Well, the bands ready. You want me to introduce them?" Karen watched as Peyton nodded, still finding the floor more interesting. She turned and made her way to the stage.

"I was starting to get worried bout you." Brooke reached over, touching her lightly on the shoulder. Peyton quickly pulled away, receiving a confused and hurt expression from her friend.

"Sorry." She recovered. Her body ached. She didn't want to come here, but she couldn't stay in that bedroom. Her mind drifted back. His hands on her body, pinning her to the bed. His weight on top of her, the grip he had on her wrist, holding both of her hands above her head. She had really tried to do what he asked, for Brooke and only Brooke. But she hadn't been able to just lay back and be willing. She ended up fighting him, which only made him more excited. She thought of the way he had bit her, the way he had told her he liked the way she looked when she struggled. Nausea hit her again. She covered her mouth as she started for the bathroom.

Brooke watched as Peyton was lost inside her own thoughts. She watched as pain etched across the girls face and it worried her. She was about to speak, to ask what happened when Peyton covered her mouth and ran to the bathroom. She followed behind her, quickly joining her in the stall and pulling her hair back from the line of fire. She watched as the girl emptied the contents of her stomach. "You ok P. Sawyer?"

Peyton still didn't look at her, she just nodded. Gaining her composure she pushed herself to a standing position. She walked over to the sink and rinsed her mouth out. "I'm good."

Brooke eyed her, she knew that was a lie. But, knowing Peyton the way she did, she let it go. She would ask again later, that's just how it was with Peyton. She threw her arm around the blonde as they walked back into the club. The band was now playing and it unnerved her to watch the way the blonde got lost in the music that was playing.

I'm heavily broken

and I don't know what to do

can't you see that I'm choking

and I can't even move

When there's nothing left to say

what can I you do

I'm heavily broken

and there's nothing I can do

She let the words wash over her and wondered if this was what it was going to be like. He had made it clear this wouldn't be a one time thing. If she broke their "arrangement" he would make sure that he was the one to personally destroy Brooke and her family. He said he also make sure that Brooke knew she could have prevented it, but didn't. He had whispered in her ear before her left words that she knew to be true. "You're mine now." It played over and over again in her head. There was no way out of it now.