A/N: Hey I know it got a little while but I had important tests for school but now it's (finally) over so here's chapter 2 :) Please review !

Disclaimer: I don't own anything except the storyline

Chapter 2

She was standing at the counter, her back turned to him. A soft music was playing in the background and she was humming its melody. 'God she was beautiful' he thought. He approached her and grabbed her elbow gently.
- "Hey" he said softly
She turned around violently, shrieking, her eyes wide.
- "What are you doing here ?! How'd you get in ?!" She asked him, startled.
- "Door was open" he simply answered
She practically ran towards the door and locked it. She took a minute to calm herself and stop her hands from shaking. Turning around she said "What do you want ?"
Dean was a little taken aback by her harsh tone. He didn't understand why she reacted like that.
- "hum... I just wanted to thank you for last night. You know bringing me back to the motel and all."
She relaxed a bit and walked back to the counter, resuming cleaning it. "No worries. I wasn't gonna let you sleep in here."
He didn't know what else to say. Should he mention the kiss they shared yesterday ? He wanted to stay, talk with her about nothing and everything. He had never felt this way. Never wanted to share so much with someone he knew so little of. But somehow he felt he could trust her.
While he was trying to wrap his head around what to tell her she was staring at him. What was he still doing here ?
- "Need anything else ?"
- "Uhm, nope. I just came to take my car. So... Yeah... Uhm... Thanks again. See ya" he walked towards the door, her behind him. He unlocked the door and got out. As soon as he did she closed it back and locked it. 'That went well'.

Inside the bar Brooke's mind was racing. Why did he really came for ? She had sensed there was more to it than just him thanking her. Did he remember the kiss ? Did he came to talk about it ? She sure as hell didn't want to. It was a moment of weakness. It should have never happened and should never happen again. There was too much going on in her life right now. First had been Angie leaving, and everything going on with her mom being the selfish bitch she always has been, then her attack. She was still so broken by it. Even though the bruises on her body were practically gone, she was still traumatized. It had been 2 months since she was attacked at the closing of her Clothes over Bros shop in Tree Hill. After that she told anyone who asked that it was nothing but a stupid fall in the stairs. Then Quentin died. Even though she didn't know him, she was still moved and sad and frankly it mostly reflected her own pain and helplessness. It was just too much. So she gave her company to her devil of a mother, packed her bags and left Tree Hill as fast as she could. She hadn't been back since but had called Haley and Peyton a few times to tell them she was fine but that she needed a break.

Even though she was in a little town in Pennsylvania, she was still terrified whenever someone touched her. She always felt like someone was just lurking in the dark, waiting to attack her again. The night was the worse. She gets to her apartment every night and curls up in bed crying herself to sleep. She is so broken she sometimes can't even recognize herself in the mirror. So now was not a good time to have any kind of relationship.
She finished preparing everything for the night and unlocked the doors of the bar waiting for the firsts clients to arrive.

A/N 2: So I hoped you liked it and please leave a review (good or bad I'll take anything)