Authors Note:-

I Just wanted to post this before the holidays where over because my holidays finish tomorrow and i wouldn't have enough time to update enough.

Enjoy!


Story:- Paint It Black

A Twist In My Story

If travel is searching
And home what's been found

I'm not stopping

I'm going hunting
I'm the hunter
I'll bring back the goods
But i don't know when

It was 9 am when Brooke's alarm went off. She sighed as she reached for the button to switch the alarm off.

''Turn that shit off'' Brooke sighed as she finally got it to switch off and turned to where the muffled voice came from. Chase.

Brooke had only been in tree hill for three weeks and in that amount of time she already got herself a decent job and an apartment to live. Deb had kindly let Brooke work for her even if Brooke wasn't good in the kitchen. Deb was like the mother Brooke never had. Brooke watched as the motherly blonde slowly started giving her 'the look' that she gave Haley a few days back and even though the brunette always wanted someone to give her that look she still would do anything to stop the blonde she had slowly grown to love like her own mother to give it because Brooke knew that she wasn't worth it all. Any of it.

When Brooke had only been in tree hill for a week Deb forced Brooke to go to school and carry on with her education. Haley; another blonde that she had grown close to, had showed her around the school and had showed Brooke the 'gang' she hangs around with. And that's when she met chase. It didn't take long for him to get engrossed with Brooke but the relationship was just revolved around sex.

Later on in the second week she found herself in a situation where she found out that 'the gang' she hanged around with where involved with drugs. At first she tried to ignore it but she figured out that it was a good way to get money. It took a few more days to realise that half the school where scared of her. Mainly because of whom she hanged around with.

So now here she was, in bed with chase and waking up early for her shift at Deb's diner.


Deb looked up when she heard the bell on top of the door ring signalling someone just stepped foot inside the store she smiled when a familiar brunette walked through in the same clothes she's been wearing for a week. Her navy baggy sweater reached up to the beginning of her thighs and she wore black skinny jeans with dark brown Dr Marten boots.

Deb had grown to love this girl like she was her own; Even if she only knew her for 3 weeks. She always kept an eye on Brooke. Not in a way to make sure she doesn't steal anything but in a way to see who she was. Deb seemed okay with the fact that the brunette didn't want to share her past but she knew she would have to someday.

Even if the past is the past it still make up for whom you are.

Whenever Deb watched Brooke she always noticed how she was always determined to do things by herself without help.

But the motherly blonde was bothered to know why Brooke ran away because just yesterday she noticed a purple bruise on Brooke's wrist. The brunette didn't know she saw it because she thought she hid it by wearing her cracked watch; which she had to remove when she washed the dishes.


Brooke did what she did that day like she did at every other day in tree hill.

Serve the people that took a seat at either table 6 or 7 and clean up the table after them.

She sighed as she looked at the clock; still 1 more hour left for her shift to finish. The brunette looked up when the bell on top of the door chimed. The brunette worker watched as a group of teenagers walked in all wearing hoodies. She watched as they all walked in; the smallest female was cursing at a brunette male; which also happened to be the tallest while they took their seats at Brooke's table. Table 7.

Brooke observed the young female as she took a seat next to the brunette at the table. The dimpled brunette watched stunned as the male rode his hand underneath the table and under her hoodie revealing her prominent bump in her abdomen.

She let out a sigh as she slowly walked up to the table.

Once Brooke reached their she took out her notepad from her back pocket as well as taking her pen out. She waited there until they noticed that she was waiting to take their order. She only seemed to grab the attention of one set of blue eyes which just stared right at her. The brunette shifted under his penetrating gaze but he didn't seem to stop.

Did she have shit on her face?

The brunette tried to ignore the set of eyes that seemed like they were piercing right through her. After a few seconds she started to get really paranoid, so she tried to stare right back at him hoping he would stop but the outcome was the total opposite because the second his ocean blue eyes locked onto her forest green ones she was a goner.

After a few seconds she broke out of the gaze and watched as he smirked at her. Did he find this situation amusing? The petite brunette couldn't help but send back a glare in his direction causing his smirk to reappear.

She still stood there waiting to catch everyone's attention. Growing impatient, the worker let out a cough do grab everyone's attention. This to her surprise had worked.

'Umm…Can I take y-your order?''

Brooke watched as they all started arguing over what to get. It was the same people as before. The smallest yet loudest female wanted coffee with her toasties but the male disagreed telling her that he was paying so he got to choose and he already spent money on her on the ice cream he bought for her yesterday and the few days before that.

While they argued Brooke couldn't help but look back at the boy with the piercing blue eyes

There was something different about his eyes and the way he looked at her. He looked at her differently from the others.

She snapped herself out of wherever she seemed to be trapped in and listened to the rest of the group as they started telling her their order. She faced the blue eyes blonde wondering if he wanted anything to eat.

''Would you like anything?'' Brooke watched as he squinted his ocean blue eyes as he stared intently at her watch on her wrist and shook his head and she turned to face the rest of the group.

''Ok, so you ordered…'' The brunette repeated their order in case she forgot anything, as she spoke she watched the sandy blonde from the corner of her eyes and watched as he continued to stare at her wrist. Why couldn't he just ask for the fucking time?

When their food arrived she quickly but steadily placed the plates full of food on the table without taking a look at his direction and mentally applauded herself for not looking his way. What was his fucking problem anyway?


30 minutes later and they just finished eating.

Brooke stood behind the counter quickly stealing glances over at the table but acted like she was concentrating on the magazine in front of her when they got up and headed for the door leaving a tip on the table.

She let out a sigh of relief when the last member of the 'gang' walked through the door and looked out her watch letting out another sigh of relief when she noticed that there was only 10 more minutes left for her shift to finish.

Brooke walked up to the table and grabbed the tip that was left on the table and stuffed it in her fanny pack along with the rest of the tips people left for her. The dimpled brunette then grabbed all the plates and cleaned them out then grinned a little when there was only 2 minutes left.

She grabbed her sweater from the coat rack and walked out the door. She looked up at the sky;The sky was so dark, it was as if someone had thrown a moth-eaten blanket over the earth, and the stars were the little holes that had been eaten away by the insects. she groaned as she realised that she wasted another whole day working. But it's worth the money that she'll make out of it.

Brooke let out a small chuckle releasing white smoke from her mouth as she did and raised her arm to look at the time but gasped when the only thing she found on her wrist was her marked and scarred flesh.

So that was what he was looking at?