Summary: Everyone thought she was crazy. She wasn't crazy, she just needed a hero.
Another beautiful morning in Las Angeles was quickly arriving; however, Brooke Davis was too hung over to notice.
This had become an every day occurrence over the past three years. It had all started when she had gotten in a huge fight with her mom. Even though the two had never been close, Brooke thought they would be able to work things out. Brooke quickly learned some things never change. The next evening, after the fight, she had gone to club and had the first of many drinks. When Brooke wasn't drinking she was doing something to cover the pain up of her mother, a stupid boy, and her best friend.
Brooke slowly awoke to a loud banging sound coming from the front door of her pent house. Even though Brooke had been on the most watched TV show for many years now, she never thought a place in the Hollywood Hills was for her.
"I'm coming!" She yelled, very annoyed. Brooke mumbled some Italian swears before reaching the door. Without looking who was there, she swung the door open and turned to head back to her bed.
"Brooke Davis what the hell do you think your doing?" Stiffly, Brooke turned around to face her agent. She knew that voice anywhere that voice made her feel like a little child trying to get out of a timeout.
"Going to back to bed." She huffed. Her agent, Elizabeth, turned around and shook her head. Clearly, Brooke was going anywhere but bed.
"You're going to get help. TODAY!" Elizabeth yelled today as loud as she could to help push her point across. Brooke tiny body started shaking a bit from the yelling. Luckily, Brooke contained her strength.
"Hell no. I'm not crazy and I don't have a drinking problem." Brooke stated.
"Yes you do." Elizabeth fought back.
"I don't want to go to rehab." Brooke screamed.
Elizabeth tapped her foot for a few minutes trying to think of a way to get Brooke to come with her.
"I have a meeting I must run too; I'm giving you an hour to think of what you want to do. Whether or not you like it, you have a problem. Albany will kick you off if you don't get your act together. Deal with it." With those finale words, Elizabeth slammed the front door as hard as she could and left Brooke alone.
An hour later, not a second late, Elizabeth walked straight into Brooke's kitchen, sat down and waited for her solution.
"Let's hear it." Demanded Elizabeth with her Texas' accent thicker than Brooke's ever heard it.
"I'm going to go back to Tree Hill. I bought my old house that I use to live in a while ago and I will stay there for a few months trying to gain my mind back." Elizabeth nodded.
For a few minutes there was a uncomfortable silence that was occupied by Elizabeth typing on her Blackberry.
"Sounds fine, I will make arrangements to have you leave in a few hours. I will meet you at the airport to make sure that you get on the plane sober and with proper clothing on." Brooke nodded to everything Elizabeth said. Within seconds Elizabeth was gone and Brooke was left to think about how her life came to this and pack.
A/N: This story is loosely based on the song 'Disturbia' by Rihanna. Read&Review!
