A/N: Please read and review! This is a one-shot, but if you like it review and I'll continue. Seasons 5 and 6 have not happened but Peyton and Lucas are together in this story. Thank you.

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How did she get here?

Her delicate eyelashes flittered open, exposing her frail body to the fluorescent lighting of the rundown apartment. All around her there was a party. People drinking and dancing and having a grand old time.A man in the corner was passing around joints. There was a couple basically screwing on the grimy kitchen counter and a woman was shooting heroin into her arm on the sofa opposite her. This was not unlike parties she had been to before, in fact it was better. The crowd surrounded her, making her feel claustrophobic. The stained walls began closing in around her and her head began to spin. She needed it.

The twenty-one year old sat up on the old, murky sofa as a stranger sat down beside her. She looked to him and smiled incoherently. He wrapped his arm around her, his eyes moving to where her cleavage formed in her tight black strapless dress. She noticed his gaze and became aroused by that fact that she knew he wanted her body, his blue eyes were unwavering from her bust line. She reached for her purse that she assumed was around her somewhere. The man's hand stretched its way down her shoulder so the tips of his fingers were barely touching the top of her breasts. She looked up at him and moved to look under the couch. His eyes trailed from her bust to her backside as she bent over, finding her purse buried underneath a jacket. She flipped her way back up to a sitting position as the music pounded in her head and her vision became dizzy.

The blonde boy watched her as she frantically dug through her purse, tossing her cell phone and keys aside. He listened as she let out a sigh of relief when she had found what she had been searching for. He watched as she removed a small glass vial from her purse.

She held the vial proudly in her hand, her face excited for what she had found. She looked like a child holding a straight "A" report card. She brushed her bangs out of her face, setting her purse down on the table in front of her. The man watched curiously as she twisted the top off of the tiny vial. She looked back at him and gave him a smirk as she leaned over the table. His eyes were drawn down to her backside in her clingy black dress. This dress was made for sexual attention. It was made to reveal every nook and cranny of her perfect figure. He did not notice the white powdered substance she had poured onto the table. She looked down at the pile of cocaine she had dumped out and began to sort it into three lines, using a straight razor she had pulled from her bag. She giggled as she began forming the lines into a simple smiley face on the table in front of her. She had always figured if she was going to do it, she might as well make it as joyful as possible. The man's hands began to slide their way around her backside, making her need both of these things more than she had before. Her body began to twitch as it began to feel the last use of her drug beginning to wear off. The man leaned up to her and grazed his hands smoothly over her thighs as she pulled a straw out of her purse.

One eye. Gone.

Second eye. Gone

Mouth. Gone.

The woman snorted every last drop of her substance and giggled once more. The powder went to her head faster than she had ever experienced it, lifting her mood and making her energized as a cheetah. She twisted her body around to the man who had been fondling her for the past five minutes. She smiled and began to run her finger over his crotch lightly. He smiled in pleasure at her and that is when she knew that it was going to happen. She laid back on the couch and placed one leg on the floor, the other of the back of the sofa, spreading her legs so he could see right up her dress. His erection doubled when he saw that she was wearing nothing underneath the sex inducing dress. She took his hand from the back of the sofa and held it in her own. With her free hand, she hiked her dress up right below her womanly area.

"I think it's party time." She whispered sexily as she slid his hand up her bare thighs and onto her pussy. He ran his fingers through her wetness and she moaned softly. He pulled himself over her as he continued to rub his thumb along her clit, sticking two of his remaining fingers inside of her. He successfully started a climax as she lifted her hips off the couch. Before she could reach her first blow induced climax, he placed his lips to her opening, licking and sucking her clitoris so that her orgasm exploded onto his tongue. He wanted her so badly. He placed himself inside of her at this point. Thrusting roughly as the party gazed on. She screamed out in ecstasy as he pulled her dress down to expose her breasts and he bit them lightly. They were both reaching their climax as she placed her leg that was on the floor up onto his shoulder, allowing his to penetrate her more deeply. He pushed him himself as far into her as he could as roughly as he could until they were both moaning in bliss.

Then it was done. She pulled her skirt down and stood up, walking away from her sexcapade, looking for a good time. She stopped in front of a wall mirror, her eyes wandering over her own body in the reflection. Her hair was ratted and tangled in a heaping mess atop her head, her figure had grown much skinnier than she ever would've allowed, her skin was deathly white and her eyes had trouble concentrating on any one thing. This was not the first time her reflection had resembled what she did not want to become. It also would not be the last. The hard partying and the drugs had taken a toll on her her once gorgeous appearance and her happiness. She could no longer be happy without the drug, without the white powder that consumed her every second. Brooke Davis was lost.