I'm really sorry this story hasn't been updated for actual MONTHS but I've just been so busy with school and exams I haven't really had the chance to update it… Also, I've kind of been having writers block, as I know what I want to say but not how to write it? Anyway, I'm still not entirely convinced this chapter's up to scratch and I'm kind of wondering whether I should discard this story as I don't think it's going to turn out as well as I'd like it to. Anyway, here's the third chapter and I hope you enjoy it
Peyton nervously paced her kitchen, biting her nails as she watched the clock creep closer and closer to ten o clock. She checked her appearance in the mirror – she haad made a special effort today, and she hated herself for it. Why should she make the extra effort for the woman who abandoned her 17 years ago? A part of her was excited yet at the same time she felt incredibly anxious – would her mother me friendly? Would she even show up? Even if she did, Peyton wasn't convinced she'd be able to socialise with her, there was just so many unresolved feelings of hurt and pain where this woman was involved.
The bell rang and Peyton's heart jumped a beat. She walked slowly towards the door, psyching herself up to meet the mother she had never known; she opened the door slowly and unsurely. Finding herself face to face with – Deb? She immediately felt both a deep feeling of relief and a bit disappointed, as well as being curious to why Deb was on her doorstep, as although the two had as friendly relationship they rarely spoke outside Nathans house unless Deb was concerned with Nathan.
"Hey Deb, what's up?" Peyton said nonchalantly, not wanting to let on that she was incredibly nervous. She had only told Nathan she was meeting her mother – even her best friend Brooke Davis had been left in the dark as Peyton knew she would want to be there. "I thought you were expecting me?" Deb queried expectantly as she fiddled with the sleeves of her cardigan. "Is something wrong with Nathan?" Peyton asked concernedly, inviting Deb into the house hoping to distract herself from her imminent meeting with her birth mother. Deb stayed in the doorway, her nervous disposition now perfectly obvious to Peyton, who was starting to worry something was really wrong with Nathan. "Peyton," Deb started, pausing to inhale deeply "I'm your mother."