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A/N othlvr16: More drama is headed your way so stay tuned.


Chapter Three: Party Gone Wrong

Sam woke up early the next morning. She was glad that Peyton was next to her. She was surprised to see Peyton's eyes open looking back at her.

"Morning Sam."

"Morning…mom."

"How'd you sleep?"

"Better than most days," Sam says as she gets out of bed and starts going through her duffle bag.

Peyton notices that her daughter didn't have very many clothes, seven outfits at the most. Sam also had a book, Redeeming Love, and an iPod. Curiosity got the better of Peyton so she searched the artist on her daughter's media player. NOFX, The Cure, Mia Catalano, and Haley James. Peyton smiled at the last two.

"You could meet Mia if you wanted to."

Sam stopped what she was doing and raised an eyebrow at her mother.

"What do you mean?"

"Well you met Haley yesterday and she's one of your favorite artists. I figured I'd get you to meet Mia as well."

"NO WAY! REALLY? THAT WOULD BE FREAKING AWESOME!"

Peyton smiles and kisses Sam in the forehead before walking out the door to let Sam get dressed.

-Satan's Hitchhiker-

Peyton walks into the kitchen and sees breakfast just about finished. Haley smiled up at her and Taylor waved. Taylor being awake was a surprise to her.

"What are you doing awake?" Peyton questions lightly.

Haley laughs and Taylor rolls her eyes.

"Your daughter is here Peyt. I need to get to know her."

"I know what you mean," Peyton says solemnly.

"Breakfast is done. Where's Sam?" Haley asks her girl with a smile.

"She's getting dressed. She should be down soon, but I missed my good morning kiss from you."

"We can't have that, now can we?" Haley retorts as she walks around the counter and into Peyton's arms giving her a loving kiss as well.

"Good morning," Haley states as she pulls away from the kiss. "I missed you."

"I missed you too."

Haley gets out of Peyton's arms to dish up food for everybody.

"What's happening today?" Taylor asks before shoveling a fork full of egg into her mouth.

"If you must know, I figured that Brooke and I should take Sam shopping. Her clothes are old and she doesn't have a lot to begin with."

Haley frowns sadly.

"You and Sam can shop and Tay and I can hang."

Taylor frowns.

"Why'd I get the short end of the stick?"

When Sam walks into the room, Taylor's question goes unanswered.

"Are you hungry Sam? We have eggs."

Sam bites her lip and nods her head.

"Yes ma'am."

"Honey, you don't have to call me that," Haley confides. "Haley's just fine."

"Yes ma'am," Sam says as she sits down next to Taylor.

Haley glances over at Peyton who shakes her head meaning she would tell her later. Haley nods her head and gathers a plate of breakfast for herself and Peyton.

"Sam, I was still planning on taking you shopping with Brooke today. Are you still interested? I would love a chance to spoil my daughter with a shopping spree."

"Okay," Sam murmurs into her plate, her shyness coming out quickly.

"You're going to love Brooke."

"She is right Samantha, you will love Brooke. She is the coolest out of all the adults in Tree Hill" Taylor informed her with enthusiasm

Sam nods her head and continues to eat not looking up from her plate until she's done.

-Satan's Hitchhiker-

"She's extremely shy," Brooke notices as she, Peyton and Sam walk around the mall. Sam was walking a little bit ahead of them.

"I know and I can probably explain why she's like that, but this isn't the place for that at all."

"I get it Peyton, but what I don't get is why you didn't tell me you had a daughter."

Peyton shakes her head as she says "Again, not the place." Then she walks up the few steps up to Sam.

"Let's go in here and have you pick out a few things."

Sam smiles and nods her head.

Sam was in the dressing room when Brooke and Peyton picked their conversation back up.

"The reason why I didn't tell you that I had a daughter was because I didn't know where she was. Brooke, I didn't know and it scared the hell out of me. That bastard left me there in the hospital and took my daughter away from me."

"Did you ever find out where she traveled from?"

Peyton shakes her head.

"No, I didn't and Sam really won't talk about it. And it's understandable. She's a lot like me in that way."

"She's beautiful Peyton."

Peyton smiles brightly at her friend.

"Ya she really is."

Brooke looks through the rack of t-shirts while continuing to talk to Peyton.

"Is girls night still on?"

Peyton nods her head with a smile.

"Yes, Haley really wants it and Taylor said that she will hang with Sam. So, it's just us girls tonight. Mia said she'd come as well as long as Chase had something to do."

Brooke smiles as she pulls out a blouse from the rack.

"That's great," Brooke smiles at Peyton. "Because I have to tell you two, something, but it's going to wait until your better half is with us before I reveal it."

"You know that's not fair. I like to know things before Haley does."

"Sorry," Brooke smirks. "I can't, and besides I am sure you will enjoy dwelling on it all day."

Peyton frowns, but then smiles when she sees the dressing door room open and Sam steps out in a new pair of jeans and a T-shirt.

"You look great," Peyton compliments.

"You really do Sam."

"Thank you, ma'am."

"Why don't you get changed and then I'll go pay for all this stuff."

"Brooke, you don't have to do that."

"Yes I do. She is my niece and I will spoil her rotten if I want to," Brooke turns back to Sam. "Now go change."

Sam does as she is told.

-Satan's Hitchhiker-

"I hate coming here Haley," Taylor complains as she and Haley walk through the cemetery.

"I know you do Tay, but sometimes we have to do things we don't want to do."

"What do you mean?"

Taylor and Haley stop in front of the James' grave stones.

"I didn't want to do a lot of things growing up."

Taylor and Haley sit down and Taylor places flowers on her dad's grave.

"But sometimes you learn that the things you didn't want to do can make everything better in the long run."

"Do you mean like when I had to stay with you?" Taylor asks softly.

Haley wraps her arms around her sister, something she doesn't get to do very often.

"I was eighteen and Quinn was in her twenties. She was doing her thing and I was just finishing high school. I didn't want to take you in. I was still young, but I did anyway and it all worked out. I still went to college and I've got a job, but Taylor don't think I didn't love you because I did…I do it was just a very difficult situation."

Taylor nods her head into Haley's shoulder.

"Did mom and dad know you were into chicks?"

Haley chuckles and places a kiss on Taylor's forehead.

"I'd like to think they did, but I'm not sure. I married Nathan when I was young and things got out of hand."

"You mean when you realized you loved the ladies."

"Yes, when I realized I loved the ladies. Nathan loved me and I didn't want a divorce, but he knew he had to in order for himself to happy and when I gave it to him he moved on."

Taylor pulls away from her sister.

"You mean to your best friend?"

Haley nods her head.

"Yes, but now they have a wonderful little boy and my god son so I just like to think it was all planned somehow."

"Isn't that what some would refer to as fate?"

"I guess you could say that."

"Do you think it was fate that Sam found Peyton?"

"Yes, I do."

-Satan's Hitchhiker-

"Daddy, what are we going to do with this room?" Jamie asks as he walks into the nursery.

The walls were unpainted and there was tarp on the floor and paint cans everywhere.

"Well son, we are going to paint the walls."

"What color are we going to paint them?"

"Since we don't know the baby's gender yet I was thinking we would paint it a subtle green right now."

"Why can't it be black?"

Nathan looks down at his son.

"Aunt Peyton says black is the best color for a room."

Nathan chuckles and shakes his head.

"I don't think black would be good for a newborn at this point. I really don't want to give your mother a heart attack either."

"I guess green is alright. Then we can put all sorts of sports stuff on the walls when we know I'm getting a brother."

"We don't know if it's going to be a brother or a sister yet." Nathan patiently reminded Jaime for the millionth time.

"Fine, but girls can like sports too. I don't want a sister that doesn't play basketball."

-Satan's Hitchhiker-

"Brooke, Peyton, what's up guys?"

Brooke, Peyton and Sam were sitting in the food court and when Peyton looked up Mia was walking towards them. Sam kept her eyes on the table

"Hey Mia, busy shopping I see," Peyton says as she notices the bags in Mia's hands.

"Of course, I needed new clothes." Mia brings her attention to Sam who was sitting quietly at the table. "Who is this?"

"Sam," Peyton says. Sam looks up. "This is Mia, Mia this is Sam, my daughter."

Mia holds her hand out for Sam to shake it. Mia frowns when Sam doesn't shake her hand so she places it on the table like nothing happened.

"It's nice to meet you Sam. I didn't even know Peyton had a daughter."

"I do, but I would like it if she talked a little more," Peyton encourages slightly.

"Sorry," Sam apologizes. Sam looks at Mia with a hesitant smile. "I like your music."

"That's sweet, thanks. Your mom helped me a lot. She's talented at what she does."

Sam nods her head in agreement.

"So Mia, are you ready for tonight?" Brooke asks after taking a sip of her water.

"Yep, Jake is apparently going to be hanging with your husband so I am free for the night."

"Good, I can't wait."

-Satan's Hitchhiker-

Taylor and Sam were in Taylor's room upstairs while the adults were gathered down stairs in the living room. Taylor was on her phone while Sam was reading her book.

"Sam, have you done anything daring?" Taylor asks as she finishes reading a text.

Sam closes her book.

"Do you count running away from my abusive father, daring?" Samantha asked slightly confused.

"That's not the kind of daring I meant, but yes I would count it."

"What's going on Taylor?"

"There's a party tonight and I want you to come with me."

"Why?" Sam questions as she puts her book down.

"Because I think you should live a little. It would be great. Let off some steam, have fun."

"Does that mean we have to sneak out?"

Taylor grins and nods her head.

"I'll protect you I swear."

Sam smiles and nods her head. "If you're sure."

-Satan's Hitchhiker-

"Okay, so can you explain what is going on with your daughter?" Brooke asks gently.

"What do you mean?" Peyton asks confused.

"She's like extremely polite. She calls me ma'am, Peyton. That's just wrong, no teenager is that polite."

"She's right honey. I don't know everything and I would really like to know what's going on," Haley says as she snuggles next to Peyton on the couch.

"Her dad's a mean guy. Rick Walker is a horrible man. He's different when he's around everyone else, but when he comes home everything changes. With Rick you were expected to keep up appearances. Show respect always. He says women are supposed to clean the house and cook the food, but not doing anything else. When his friends were over it was always, 'yes ma'am, no, sir.' He would hit me and then pretend nothing ever happened."

"He abused her didn't he?" Mia asks hesitantly.

Peyton nods her head.

"It's obvious, but I don't know how far the abuse went. If anyone would really think about it they would label Sam as a product of rape. I love her and she's my daughter, but it's true."

"Is she going to stay with you now?"

Peyton looks at Mia and grabs Haley's hand.

"She is staying with us, yes, but Rick is still out there and that's what I am worried about."

"He sounds like Satan," Mia says softly.

"Rick is Satan and I was just his hitchhiker."

Brooke coughs and everyone looks at her.

"Alright all this is really depressing so I think I should give you my not so depressing news."

"What's that?" Haley asks with intrigue. Brooke was bouncing around in her seat.

"I'm pregnant!"

There were smiles and congratulations throughout the room.

-Satan's Hitchhiker-

"What does the dad want?" Jake asks his friend as he starts putting green paint onto the wall.

Jamie was over on his wall next to the door and Nathan was painting the wall by the window. Jamie had his earphones in and was dancing around, clueless to the conversation that was happening a few feet away from him.

Nathan turns to his friend with a kind smile.

"I love Jamie and I know he wants a brother and honestly I would be happy either way, but I really want a daughter."

"Why? You already have a son. You would know what to do."

"Yeah I know, but I want to have a chance to scare away all her boyfriends. I want to be the dad that tells my daughter her skirt is too short or she's showing too much cleavage. I want to have a little girl so that in the future I can walk her down the aisle or dance with her at her wedding. I want a daddy's girl."

Jake gives Nathan an amused look.

"That's deep man."

"Shut up," Nathan chuckles. "But seriously, I really want a little girl. Brooke doesn't care as long as this one is alive, happy and healthy."

"I'm happy for you man, really. It seems like you have it all."

Nathan looks at his son and smiles.

"No, I have just what I need."

"That's good."

-Satan's Hitchhiker-

The party was in full swing and ever teenager at the party was drunk. Beer pong was being played in the middle of the room and there was dancing going on throughout the house.

Taylor had been stumbling through the house looking for Sam. When they had first gotten there Taylor had given her a drink and then Taylor went off with her cheerleading friends. An hour later and she couldn't find Sam anywhere.

"You are sooo pretty."

Taylor rolled her eyes at the drunken teenage boy, but when she realized that said boy was talking to Sam, Taylor felt like she had sobered up quickly. Sam was shaking in the corner while the boy talked to her drunkenly and it appeared as though Sam was crying.

"Hey, get the hell away from her."

The boy stumbled away and Taylor sat down next to Sam.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry. She's going to kick me out," Sam hiccups.

"Sam, everything is going to be okay."

Sam shakes her head which she instantly regrets and moves her head to the side and vomits on the floor. Taylor knew she was screwed, but she had no choice. Sam was sick and she needed to get out of there. Taylor pulled out her phone and dialed a familiar number.

-Satan's Hitchhiker-

"Okay, okay, let's rain it in. Mia, how are you and Jake doing?" Haley asks after laughing up a storm.

"Jake and I are just fine. I love him and I think that's enough for me."

"That's really good to hear. I'm glad that you have found love."

Haley looks at Peyton who smiles at her with love. Brooke smiles at the loving look on her friends' faces.

"I'm so happy we are all in love. It's great!"

"I wonder what the girls are doing upstairs. I haven't heard any noises in awhile," Peyton casually mentions.

"I can go check on them if you want," Haley offers.

Brooke glances at her phone when she feels it vibrate. She is surprised when she sees Taylor's name flash on the screen.

"Hello," Brooke answers casually.

"Aunt Brooke, I'm in trouble."

"What's wrong?"

"I was stupid and Sam was drinking and now she's sick and she keeps shaking. I don't know what to do. We're at a party on the beach. A lot of people are outside and some are inside. It's the only house on the beach that's partying."

"I'll be right there," Brooke says in a stern tone before closing her phone.

"What's wrong?" Haley asks before getting up from the coach to go check on the girls.

"I'll save you a trip up the stairs. The girls aren't there. Taylor just called me. Sam and Taylor are drunk I think," Brooke looks at Peyton. "Sam's not doing so well."

"Let's go!" Peyton stated with panic dripping from her voice.