A/N- I'd like to thank you all for being so patient with this story! I know I said I wasn't going to update at all til I'd finished my exams…but what the hell! So I've finally decided to begin re-writing this story because I really didn't like it before! Well here's the new chapter 1. Hope you guys enjoy! Review!! By the way I don't know what month the school shooting happened, but I've changed it lol. And I'm also setting this story as if it's happening now, not in 2005 or whatever.
The Secrets We Keep – Chapter 1
Brooke wrapped her arms around her small figure as the cold February wind picked up. She looked to her left and saw Haley crying into Nathan's shoulder. To her right, Rachel stood there staring at the gravestone in front of them.
Timothy Andrew Smith
2nd January 1990 - 13th February 2008
Beloved Son and Friend
You will forever be in our hearts
Brooke had to hold back the tears as she re-read the gravestone in front of her. He was really gone. Murdered. It happened a week ago. Tim's face was plastered on every TV channel, telling the story of the 18-year-old boy who had his throat slit in Tree Hill High School in the middle of the night. There were no suspects. 2 weeks before, Natalie Adams, a cheerleader, was found dead in the girl's bathroom. It was ruled a suicide as her wrists had been slit. Now the police aren't so sure.
Brooke looked around. Everyone was here. The teachers, basketball team, cheerleaders, parents, the entire senior class and a few younger ones. She snapped back to reality as she felt Rachel grab her hand. The ceremony had finished.
"Come on. Let's go. Everyone's coming round to ours." Brooke wiped away the tears that were falling down her face and shook her head.
"I don't feel like it Rach. I think I'm just going to go for a walk. I wanna be by myself for a while." Rachel nodded and smiled at her newfound best friend and wrapped her arms around her.
"Okay, but be careful. Call if you need anything and keep your cell on and with you okay?"
"Yes Mom." Brooke joked as she waved goodbye and headed in the opposite direction of the disappearing teenagers.
"Dean are you sure Dad said Tree Hill?" Sam Winchester asked his older brother as he entered the motel room.
"Yes Sammy I'm sure. Why?" Dean answered as he laid down on one of the beds.
"Well, there just doesn't seem anything supernatural about the town. There's been a few deaths recently, but none of them were what you'd call weird."
"Why aren't they weird?"
"Well, in December a kid called Jimmy Edwards took a gun to school and killed a Keith Scott and then himself. 2 weeks ago a Natalie Adams killed herself in the bathroom at the school and last week a Tim Smith was murdered. But they have no suspects.
"That's gotta be it. I mean 'murdered but no suspects' and what about the girl. I mean there is a chance she didn't kill herself. And all these deaths happened at the school." Sam sighed and nodded his head.
"I guess you're right. If we leave tonight, we should be in Tree Hill by late afternoon tomorrow." Dean smirked and rolled onto his stomach.
"Sounds good Sammy boy. Wake me in a few hours and we'll get going." Sam rolled his eyes in response and carried on researching Tree Hill.
It had been 4 hours since the funeral, and Brooke had walked around for 3 hours and then found herself stood outside her favourite bar, Nicky's. Luckily, she always carried her fake I.D. Brooke walked into the bar and ordered a few shots of tequila. After downing them, she ordered a beer and moved to the back of the room and sat at an empty table.
"Rachel it's been 6 hours! How can you not be worried?" Haley shouted at the red head in front of her. Rachel sighed and sat down in her favourite chair, beer in hand.
"Relax would ya. Brooke's been doing this a lot lately okay. She'll go out for hours by herself. It's her way of dealing with everything." After the funeral, Haley, Nathan, Lucas, Peyton, Mouth, Bevin and Skills, had all gone round to Rachel's. After a while, everyone began to notice how late it was getting and the fact that Brooke had yet to turn up.
"But she's not even answering her cell! She should be back by now." Haley added. Rachel snorted in response and pointed at Peyton and Lucas.
"Do you really think she's going to come back when she knows there's a chance those two are going to be here? Haley, she'll be fine."
Dean sang along to the music that was blaring out of his car speakers. They had been on the road for about 3 hours, and he was getting bored.
"So Sammy, find out anything else?"
"No. But I managed to make a list of people for us to talk to." Dean nodded in response and yawned. He pulled to the side of the road and got out.
"Your turn to drive."
"Dean! You've only been awake for about 3 hours!"
"And? I'm tired. You can drive. But I swear to God if you get one scratch on her, I will kill you." Sam nodded and laughed as the Winchester brothers got back into the black 1967 Chevy Impala.
Brooke opened her eyes and looked around at her surroundings.
"Crap." She looked to her right, and saw the naked form of one of the guys she had met at the bar the night before. Quietly crawling out of bed, she began picking up the clothes thrown across the floor, and putting them on. After successfully leaving the guys house without waking him up, Brooke began walking home.
After half an hour, Brooke opened the front door to her house and walked into the living room, only to be greeted by an extremely angry looking Haley James Scott.
"Brooke! What the hell? It's 2:30 in the morning! Where the hell have you been?" She shouted. Brooke rolled her eyes and joined Rachel and Nathan on the sofa.
"Relax Tutorwife. I'm fine." Nathan glanced at his wife and then back to Brooke before opening his mouth.
"Are you drunk?"
"Not so much anymore."
"Brooke…" Haley sighed.
"Don't start okay Hales. I just want to go and have a shower and go to bed."
"Who was the guy?" Brooke looked back and Haley and shrugged.
"You need to stop doing this to yourself Brooke. You deserve so much better."
"You sure about that?" With that said, Brooke left the room and headed upstairs.
A/N- Review!!