Sam is Brooke's half-sister instead of her foster daughter. Victoria is their mother. Brooke didn't know Sam existed. Sam knew about Brooke, but has never met her.

Brooke Davis was having one of those mornings. She hadn't slept well. She'd spilled coffee on her new top. Somehow she'd managed to hit every single red light in Tree Hill on the way to her store. It seemed like everything that possibly could go wrong would.

Brooke opened the door and was surprised to find a teenage girl sitting on the couch looking bored. "Who are you?" Brooke demanded.

The girl looked up. She had long brown hair that contrasted with her porcelain skin. She was beautiful despite the fact that she was wearing way too much make-up. "Who wants to know?"

"I own this store," Brooke replied cockily.

The girl smirked. "My mother owns this store."

Brooke narrowed her eyes at the girl. Brooke owned this store. "I own this store and I'm sure as hell not you're mother," she repeated. She didn't know who the hell this girl was or why she was in here, but she was really starting to get on Brooke's nerves.

"The store is a disaster area."

Brooke grimaced when she heard her mother's voice. She shifted her gaze from the couch to the doorway where Victoria Davis stood looking at Brooke with disdain. "What are you doing here, Victoria?"

"I'm in town for a few days," Victoria said vaguely. "Do you make it a habit to show up for work minutes before the store opens?"

Brooke gritted her teeth. "If you think you can do a better job…"

"Oh, I know I can do a better job, but I'm not staying in this town any longer than I absolutely have to," Victoria replied. Her eyes scanned her daughter's body and she instantly noticed the coffee stain. "Change your top. No one's going to buy clothes from someone who looks like a bum off the streets."

Brooke took a deep breath. "Fine. I'll change, but when I get back I want you gone." She chose a top from her clothing racks and went to the back to change.

After Brooke changed, she stood in the doorway, watching her mother, who had not left. Brooke wasn't surprised. Victoria never did what Brooke wanted.

The teenage girl put a large pile of clothes on the counter. "I want these."

Victoria looked annoyed. "Samantha, I'm trying to work and you're really not helping. Don't you have anything to do?"

The girl rolled her eyes. "No, Mother. I don't have anything to do because there is nothing to do in this town."

Brooke gasped. Did that girl just call Victoria Mother? Was that girl her sister? She couldn't be! Brooke was an only child.

"I'm not any happier about being here than you are," Victoria said.

"Then why are we here again?" The girl asked angrily, glaring at Victoria.

"We're here because you were expelled from your school in New York," Victoria replied.

"There are other schools in New York, you know. It's a big city. It has lots of schools. Unlike this place," the girl pointed out.

"You were expelled from the top prep school in Manhattan. I'm not sending my daughter to a public school in New York and none of the other private schools will take you," Victoria said.

Brooke stared in shock. There it was straight from the horse's mouth. Victoria had called the girl her daughter. Brooke couldn't believe her ears.

Brooke cleared her throat. Victoria and the girl looked up at her. "Why are you in town, Victoria?"

"To find a house and enroll Samantha in school," Victoria replied.

"You're staying? You said you weren't staying any longer than you had to," Brooke pointed out.

"Of course I'm not staying. My life is in New York," Victoria said shortly.

"Why are you finding a house?" Brooke asked.

"Samantha is staying," Victoria said as though it was obvious.

"How old is she?" Brooke wondered.

"Fifteen," Victoria replied.

"You're leaving a fifteen year old here by herself?" Brooke asked in shock.

"I left you by yourself all the time when you were her age and you were fine," Victoria said defensively.

"No, I was not fine, Mother!" Brooke yelled. She took a deep breath. "Is she my sister?"

"Half-sister," Victoria corrected.

"I've had a sister for fifteen years and you're just telling me now?" Brooke demanded, her tone deadly.

"There was no reason to tell you," Victoria said.

Brooke stared at her mother open-mouthed. "There was no reason to tell me that I had a sister?"

"Half-sister," Victoria said again with a tinge of annoyance. "And Samantha was in New York. You've chosen to stay here for some reason."

"Because my friends and family are here," Brooke said angrily.

Victoria rolled her eyes. "My point exactly. You hate me. Why would you want anything to do with my daughter?"

"Because she's my sister!" Brooke shouted.

"Half-sister." This time Samantha was the one to correct Brooke.

Brooke looked at the teen. She didn't know why she hadn't noticed how similar they looked the first time she saw Samantha. Samantha was the spitting image of Brooke.

Brooke approached her sister. "Hi. I'm Brooke."

The teen stiffened when Brooke hugged her. "I'm Sam." Sam shifted uncomfortably. "I'm gonna go get coffee," she said to no one in particular.

"We're meeting the realtor at one," Victoria reminded her.

"Can't wait," Sam said sarcastically.

Brooke waited until the door swung shut behind Sam before spinning around to face her mother. "You're unbelievable! Just when I think you can't get any worse, you sink to a new low!"

"I don't know what you're so upset about. I did you a favor by not telling you about Samantha. She's a pain in the ass. If you want a relationship with her, be my guest. Nothing's stopping you. I'm leaving as soon as I can. You two can stay here and talk about what a horrible mother I am," Victoria said.

Brooke threw her hands in the air. Only Victoria could act like she was the victim in this situation.

Brooke had been left to her own devices when she was Sam's age. She had partied and slept around. She'd been acting out to get attention, but she never got the attention she so desperately craved. She'd always felt so alone. Even now that she was a grown up she still felt alone. Maybe things would have been different if she'd known she wasn't an only child.

Brooke knew it was no use to try to get Victoria to admit she should have told Brooke about Sam. Instead, Brooke decided to try to get some of the many questions popping up in her head answered. "Who is her father?"

"I don't know," Victoria admitted.

"You don't know?" Brooke repeated, staring at her mother as though she'd just sprouted a second head.

"Don't give me that look. You think I don't know your reputation in high school?" Victoria said defensively.

"Oh, and whose fault is that, Victoria?" Brooke shot back.

Victoria snickered. "You're not seriously trying to blame your behavior on me?"

"You didn't exactly stop me," Brooke muttered. She'd had no supervision when she was Sam's age, which reminded her that Sam was moving here because she'd been expelled. Her sister was obviously lacking supervision as well. "Why was Sam expelled?"

"None of your business," Sam said, making her presence known. She smirked.

Brooke glared at Sam.

Sam ignored Brooke completely. She handed Victoria a cup of coffee. "I got you a drink."

"I'm on a diet," Victoria said, pushing the cup away. "And you might want to watch your calorie intake."

Sam's face fell. "Oh. OK."

"Come on, Samantha. We need to go meet the realtor." Victoria picked up her bag.

"Sam can stay with me. I have an extra room," Brooke blurted out. She second-guessed herself the second the words left her mouth. She didn't know if she could take care of a teenager. And Sam was clearly a handful. But, she knew she couldn't let her fifteen year old sister live alone.

"No. I'm not giving you any more ammo to use against me by dumping her on you," Victoria said quickly.

"She's my sister. I want her to stay with me," Brooke insisted.

"Doesn't anyone care what I want?" Sam asked. Brooke and Victoria stared at her. "I don't want to stay with you. I can take of myself."

Sam didn't even know Brooke. All she knew was that her mother and Brooke did not get along. She knew it would drive her mother crazy if she chose to stay with Brooke. Plus, as much as Sam hated that her mother was dumping her in this small town, having a house to herself to party in didn't sound half bad.

Brooke met Sam's gaze. "You shouldn't have to."

Victoria rolled her eyes. "You heard her, Brooke. We have to go. We're running late thanks to you." Sam grabbed the clothes she'd selected earlier and followed Victoria out the door.

Brooke grabbed the phone and called Peyton.

"B Davis!" Peyton said cheerfully.

"P Sawyer, you will not believe what Victoria did! This is a new low even for her." Brooke told her best friend everything that had gone down that morning.

"It's not that hard to believe. Victoria lied and hid the truth. What else is new?" Peyton pointed out.

Brooke had to admit Peyton was right. None of this behavior was out of the ordinary for her mother.

"This time she hid my sister from me," Brooke muttered.

"Now your sister's staying in Tree Hill. You can fix this. That girl is lucky to have you for a sister," Peyton said reassuringly.

"Thanks." Peyton always knew how to make Brooke feel better.