Hey, hey well for some reason my chapter four has mysteriously disappeared and replaced by the 1st chapter so I'm going to attempt t re-write it but knowing me it won't be the exact same.

Disclaimer: I don't own One Tree Hill or any characters featured in this fic, I don't own Yellowcard or any of their songs and I don't own The Italian Job or Pastina : )

In a city of devils we live...

Sitting back in the seat I watch in amusement as they all wander around like lost little flies. They will never find anything but what makes me want to laugh out loud is the fact that I'm sitting maybe 300 yards away across the street and they have no clue.

The Police don't bother me at all the only problem I have is finding Peyton and I have no idea where she is.

"Hey!" Jumping I hastily sit up and look over at the Police watching them intently but after a few seconds it is obvious they haven't noticed me.

So who the hell is shouting at me? I think to myself.

"Hey! You outside my house!" Grumbling in annoyance I look to my left and sitting on the porch of the house I am parked outside of is an Old man sitting in a rocking chair.

"Hey! Don't make me get out of my chair!" The Old man bellows. Gritting my teeth, growing angrier by the second I look back over at the Police to see if this old fool has caught their attention but they are still running around like headless chickens so I get out of the car slowly, being cautious of my fractured leg from the fall out of Peyton's window and hobble over to the man.

"Yeah, I'm coming" I mumble. The Old man raises his head up but I quickly notice that his eyes won't fix on one spot, let alone on me which I found strange so I stop walking, well hobbling and regard him. It didn't take me long to notice his walking stick and immediately realise that he is blind.

Oh this is too good

"Why are you creeping around outside my house?" The Old man asks just as I reach the top step of the porch.

"Sorry I was just watching the Police what happened?" I say pulling the butter-wouldn't-melt act.

"Didn't you hear son? They young lady who lives there was attacked by some loon. It's all over the News"

I thought it would be. She seems to think I am trying to hurt her.

"Really?" I gasp, a smirk pulling at my lips. "What are they saying?"

"All I know is some loon calling himself 'Derek Summer'-" He actually used quotation marks and I had to stop myself from laughing. "-Broke into her house, hit her and tried to rape her"

"What!" I snap, losing my cool.

I did not try and rape her and I did not hit her!

Why the hell are they making up such crap about me! I snap, clenching and unclenching fists in anger, my jaw setting.

"That's what I heard son" He leans back into his chair and begins to rock back and forth "That's why they are here to gather evidence and find out what really happened"

Yeah, yeah like good little detectives

Taking a deep breath through my nose I try and calm myself. I don't want to hurt this Old fool he might be able to help me.

"Do you know where she is?" I ask bluntly, no longer beating around the bush.

He stops rocking his chair as if the wind suddenly died down and a deep frown sets into his face.

"Who are you?"

Ah he isn't as stupid as I thought

"Alright you caught me. I'm a journalist from out of town"

He sits up slightly but still says silent and for a moment I think he doesn't believe me.

"What's your name and who do you work for?"

Chuckling at his antics I quickly make up a lie. "My name is Jackson Green. Who are you?"

"I'm just a concerned neighbour looking after a valuable young lady from people like you and that loon out there"

Laughing loudly I take a step towards him. I could kill this guy in an instance and no one would be the wiser.

"I suggest you leave before I call them Police officers over there to escort you off my property"

Scoffing I fold my arms across my chest to stop myself from knocking him flat and nod. "Alright old man, alright" Taking one last look at him I slowly walk off the porch and back into my car, slamming the door loudly with anger.

Sitting back in the seat I close my eyes to think things through. He was hardly any help he just made me angry and now I'm practically back to step one. I still don't know where she is and I'm still pissed off.

Sighing I turn the key in the ignition and pull out into the street. The only person I can think of at the moment is Lucas; he is the person she would run to since her Dad doesn't care so I guess that is where I will begin.


"Peyton, what do you want to eat?" I call from the kitchen. Opening the fridge I examine the slim pickings within and sigh. Peyton arrives moments later and stands behind me, quite closely behind me.

"What have we got?" She asks eyeing the contents of the fridge sceptically herself.

"Not a lot... we could have frozen pizza..."I lean back and look around the kitchen racking my brain for something to make. "I think we have pasta... I don't know" I explain turning to look at her. She takes a step forward and leans on my shoulder to take one last look into the fridge herself.

"Let's make pasta then" She finally replies. I nods and shut the fridge walking over to the numerous cupboard to retrieve the necessary items.

20 minutes later I am busy making my own version of Pastina and slicing some chicken to add to it. I know I shouldn't but I always like to add something extra to it. Peyton, who is sitting on the counter watching me silently, asks me for the third time what Pastina is.

Sighing I turn to look at her and say again. "You'll have to wait and see" She glares playfully at me but continues to watch over me. She has no idea what Pastina is and the only clue she has now is that it involves small pasta shells, different seasonings and chicken.

"Right will you cut some bread for me" She nods and jumps down from the counter and into the fridge, grabbing the bread and butter. Returning to the counter beside me I watch as she works with a smile. I'm so glad that she seems to be overcoming the damage that Derek has caused and seems happy because when she is happy I am happy.

"Right done" She announces.

"Good so is this" I grab two large bowls from the cupboard and fill them before handing one to her. She looks down at the bowl confused before looking back up at me.

"You didn't drain the water" She finally says.

Smirking I reply. "It's supposed to be like that" She nods slowly and looks back down the bowl once more. Laughing at her reaction I grab the buttered bread and add "Don't knock it till you try it" before I sit down on the sofa and dig in.

After a few moments she joins me and with one last look in my direction she spoons a mouthful into her mouth and I see her eyes grow wide. I wasn't quite sure if it was a good thing or a bad thing.

Spooning a mouthful into my mouth I watch her eagerly waiting for her to say something.

"It's like pasta soup!" She explains. Well this sets me off into a laughing fit but since I have food in my mouth it quickly turned into a coughing fit and I had to get up and spit it out before I choked.

"Omigod are you okay?" She asks worried.

Once I managed to control my coughing fit I reply. "Yeah I'm fine you just make me laugh sometimes"

"Why?" She asks looking away embarrassed.

I quickly explained myself, feeling bad for embarrassing her. "Because something you are so blonde" This immediately brings a blush to her cheeks and she quickly continues eating. "But your right though it is like a pasta soup but I just like adding something too it" I add.

She nods and we sit silent for a moment.

"Is it nice...? I mean do you like it?" I ask, trying not to sound too eager.

"It's amazing" She replies. "I'm surprised you make it"

Laughing I nudge her shoulder playfully. She smiles back and together we eat our meal joking and laughing away.

Once we had dinner we settled down to watch the remake of The Italian Job with some chocolate chip ice cream I found in the freezer and began talking about our own plans to rob banks and driving mini's across Tree Hill like crazed 13 years old.

By the time the film finished and I turned it over to watch a basketball game I noticed how quiet Peyton was being. She has her head rested against my shoulder and hasn't spoke a word or moved for at least 20 minutes so I lean forward to look at her to find that she is asleep.

Glad that she is actually sleeping I slowly move her head from my shoulder and hold her head up while I quickly stand. The only problem is I lost my balance and she fell onto the sofa and woke herself up.

Oops I say to myself.

"Are you okay?" I ask standing over her.

She looks up at me her eyes all tired and glazed over and asks what time it is.

"Time for bed" I reply, taking her hand and leading her to the bedroom. She leans against the door frame as I pull back the covers and search around for her PJ's. Handing them to her she smiles weakly and looks away. I was about to ask what is wrong when she spoke up.

"Will you lie with me until I fall asleep again?"

Smiling I nod and give her some time to get changed before I climb into bed beside her and pull her closer to me. She puts her arm around me and rests her head on my shoulder before saying goodnight.

"Good night" I whisper, wrapping my arms around and ignoring the fact that lying here with her has sent my heart off into wild frenzy.

And I can't tell right from wrong...

Sighing happily I snuggle closer to the warm body beside me and rest my head against his chest, listening to each thump of his heart beat. Just lying here, listening to his heart beat relaxed me so deeply that it felt like nothing else mattered and I haven't felt that way in such a long time.

It was the quickness of his heart beat that caught my attention first. Frowning I was about to sit up and ask him what was wrong when I felt his grip on my waist and shoulder tighten and still his heart and breathing seemed to grow faster. Panicking I try and sit up but again his grip tightens and he pulls me back down in a very possessive way like a child clinging onto his favourite toy. Freaking out I force myself into the sitting position and look down at him and I swear my heart stopped for that slip second when I saw his face because it wasn't Nathan lying there but Derek, his face pulled into a sadistic smile as he lunged for me...

Gasping I open my eyes and fling myself into the sitting position, my heart thumping loudly against my chest, my lungs aching painfully like they have been deprived of oxygen for far too long.

Hearing a groan from beside me kicked my heart into overdrive while the rest of my body froze on the spot, the hairs of the back of my neck standing at attention. Gulping I slowly turn my head to look down at him to see what he is doing before I dart from this bed and run for my life but looking down and seeing a sleeping Nathan stopped me in my tracks and what I can only describe as a release I let myself break down in uncontrollable sobs, my body shaking furiously with each one.

AN/ Told you it would be different but I don't know if that is a good or bad thing so let me now : ) Until next time