This chapter is dedicated to jragan305 the person who inspired me to write this fic. So Little Brooke is dedicated to her.

Disclaimer: I own nothing except Charlotte who will appear later. No Song rights, TV show not mine either. If it was my OTH it would be on already.

Chapter 2

Little Nicole is only 10 years old

She's steady trying to figure why the world is so cold

Why she's not pretty and nobody seems to like her

Alcoholic step dad always want to strike her

Yells and abuses, leaves her with some bruises

Teachers ask questions she making up excuses

Bleeding on the inside, crying on the out

Brooke watched everyone pass by her not even a fleeting look. She pulled her t-shirt closer over her arms hoping to hide her bruises and marks. She looks around to see people passing her old best friends locker. Theresa was the one girl who Brooke could tell everything to and now she was gone. Brooke stopped in front of the memorial made for the locker.

A teacher watched as Brooke leaned down to touch the teddy bear and noticed the bruises on her arm. "Brooke Davis" She called. Brooke quickly got up and walked over to her history teacher. "How are you doing Brooke" Miss Kelly asked. "Fine" Brooke said quickly putting her shield up and taking a step back. "Brooke you do know you can talk to me" Miss Kelly said.

"Yes but I better to get to class" Brooke said and clutched the strap of her bag and walked away. Brooke quickly walked into her biology class interrupting her teacher. "Late again, Miss Davis" He said crudely. "But sir" Brooke was cut off and taken back. "Shut up, sit down, I will have a talk with your father" He said and pointed to her seat.

Brooke wiped the one tear that fell onto her face and sat in the far back. She started to reach into her bag when a blonde turned to her. "Hey Brooke" She said. The voice so unfamiliar to Brooke freighted her slightly. "Yes" She said softly. "Use your voice" She said and turned back around with a smirk. "Mister Anderson" Brooke spoke loudly.

"Did you raise your hand Miss Davis I think not" Mr. Anderson said. "Come on ex- head cheerleader, stand up to him" The blonde encouraged. "I don't like the way you treat me I think you should show me some respect" Brooke said loudly. "I think you little girl should sit down" Mr. Anderson said. "No!" Brooke said slamming her hand onto her desk. "Nice" The blonde commented to her friend laughing.

"Listen Miss Davis your pushing it" Mr. Anderson said. "Am I really?" Brooke tested crossing her arms and smiles slightly. "Yes you are" A voice said behind Brooke. Brooke felt her body go cold, her blood freezing, her smile faltering from her face. Brooke turned around to see her step father giving her a look and she instantaneously took a step back.

"Brooklyn get your things now" He said coolly. Brooke grabs her bags clutching it forcefully and bit her lips from holding in a sob. "I'm sorry Mr. Anderson for her impoliteness, it will be taken care of right away" He said as Mr. Anderson nodded. "Aww look she is crying" The blonde said and giggled with her friends. Brooke walks out the door and hears her stepfather closing it behind her.

She could smell the alcohol imminent off of him and then the smell of stench of his dirty clothes. Brooke starts walking ahead enjoying the silence coming from him till she felt his arm grab hers. She snivels slightly as his hands slams right next to her face into the locker. She opens her glossed eyes his rage evident into his eyes and then the sound of heels. "Mr. Allen! Brooke" Miss Kelly said.

"Miss Kelly" He said and pulled back. He gave her a once over, she was dressed in a navy blue skirt and a black shirt. "Miss Kelly" Brooke said and stood up. "Is everything okay?" She asked looking at Brooke's face of pain and terror. "Yes Miss Kelly, Little Brooklyn here was being a bad little girl" Mr. Allen said. Brooke stood terrified at what he was capable of and never looking her teacher in her eyes.

"Maybe Brooke should stay here for awhile" Miss Kelly said gently grabbing Brooke from her step-father. "No she needs to learn her lesson … even if it's the hard way" He said yanking Brooke back making her yelp. Miss Kelly quickly pulled Brooke back gently and shook her head no to Mr. Allen. "She is my daughter" Mr. Allen said. "Step daughter Mr. Allen, Brooke go into the classroom" Miss Kelly said.

"Don't test me Miss Allen" He growls and pushes the woman and grabs Brooke. Brooke begins to whimper and He grips tighter making her cry. Brooke remembers seeing him this angry one time and he broke her arm. Brooke feels him pushing her into the backseat of the car harshly and whimpers again when the door slams shut.

Its only one girl really knows what she about

Her name is lil Stacy and they become friends

Promise that they always be tight till the end

Until one day ill Stacy gets shot

A drive by bullet went stray up on her block

Brooke walks into her room sadly and a little hopeful. He hadn't hit her … yet and that worried her a little. Brooke locks her door thinking maybe it was a bad mistake. She starts walking towards the door but as her finger tips lightly touched the door knob a loud crash could be heard. Brooke quickly runs back into her room and grabs her duffel bag.

She stuffs whatever she can in her bag with clothes till a tattered photograph falls to the floors. Brooke stops packing and picks up the picture crying now. It was her and Theresa a month ago. Theresa was her best friend they meet a year ago after her mother got re-married. Brooke was the popular girl gone ghetto, Head cheerleader to loner and just a quiet girl.

Theresa was the new beautiful girl, shoe in for prom queen and homecoming but she sat at Brooke's lunch table and she talked to her. After that Theresa was her only savior a person who discovered the bruises and made Brooke sleep over her house almost everyday. Brooke loved it till one day walking down the block a group of teenagers rushed passed them.

Both of them semi confused but not too much gang activity in their neighbor was high. Neither saw the car rolling down the block and start shooting the group by them. Brooke quickly fell to the ground with Theresa and stood down. Brooke felt herself get up by one of the gang members. Brooke was okay but she noticed blood on the floor.

She remembers turning Theresa over and she saw the gun wound on the young girl's body. She called out her nickname crying into the girl drenching herself in blood. Brooke throws the picture into the bag and zips it closed. The crashing got louder and Brooke goes to her door. She didn't understand why her step-father was throwing around furniture. She opens the door and walks down the hallway.

Brooke lets out a shuddering breath; her step-father was leering over Brooke's mother's body. Her mother was unconscious and bloody. He never hit her mother, he loved her too much. Brooke grasps her chest in shock and lets out a gasp. He sees Brooke in the hallway and goes toward her angrily. Her eyes widen and she quickly runs back to her room locking the door.

Brooke pushes her dresser in front of the door and grabs her bag. She climbs out the window landing onto the grass beneath her feet. She hears the door splinting open and runs down the block. Brooke stops and gasps for breath, her breathing shallow now and her heart beating faster than ever in her whole entire life. He loved her mother; he would never hurt her, now she was dead.

She sees the bus depot just ahead and she knew she had to leave before he came looking for. Brooke ran down the block till she ran to the window that was empty. Brooke impatiently grabbed her money out her bag, crumpled bills and watched the woman behind her look at her in puzzlement. "Um where can I go with this much?" Brooke asked wiping her face.

Now Nicole stuck up in the world on her own

Forced to think that hell is a place called home

Nothing else to do but some get some clothes and pack

"Um let's see" The lady in the window said sweetly to Brooke. Brooke looked in her bag for any type of money. "You have $ 123 dollars you can go as far as Pennsylvania" The lady said sincerely. "That's barely leaving New Jersey, please help me" Brooke begged. The lady behind Brooke slid $ 250 dollars onto the counter. "That's enough to go to North Carolina, Tree Hill actually, my hometown" The lady said.

"Tree Hill, is it far?' Brooke asked. "Yes small town, homey feeling, my husband is the coach of the high school team, I'm Camilla, Camilla Durham" She said to Brooke. "Brooke Davis" Brooke whispered. Camilla handed her money to the lady in the window. "Now I want 2 tickets to Tree Hill" Camilla said to the lady with a smile. "Yes Ma'am" The lady said.

"Thanks you so much" Brooke cries and hugs Camilla. "It's okay sweetie Nana Cammy is here, I promise to take care of you" Camilla said. "Thank you" Brooke cried. "Here you go" The lady in the window said and Camilla grabs the tickets. "Come on sweet thing" Cammy said and they walked onto the bus. Brooke looks down the block and sees nothing but her old house, not one person in sight.

Camilla walked onto the bus and goes down to her seat. "Brooke dear" She calls as Brooke runs onto the bus with her bag. "Miss Camilla why are you helping me?" Brooke asked. "Because Brooke, you're a young woman who obviously been hurt, I am a woman who wants children, to nourish them, help them grow, I love kids and you just seemed perfect." Camilla said.

"Thank you" Brooke said once again. "Stop it Brooke, don't thank me so much" She said and hugged the girl. Brooke closes her eyes shut and just lets out a sigh. "You have no idea how much your helping me get away." Brooke whispers. "You would be surprise Brooke" Camilla whispers back. Brooke leans back in her seat thinking about what just happened and just wishes for it to go all away.

She says she's bout to run away and never come back.