"Jake," Brooke screamed as she pounded on the door.

She tried to turn the knob but he must have locked it behind her.

"Jake, open the door," she scream, pounding furiously on the door.

The door opened from under her fists.

"What is it, Brooke?" he said with wide eyes.

She stood motionlessly on his door step as though she had lost all movement in her body.

Jake saw that there were tears in her eyes, he put his hands on her arms.

"What's the matter?" he rubbed her arms.

"It's Hayley," she said and she rested her head into his shoulder.

"Hayley Scott?"

"That was Nathan on the phone."

"Is she alright?"

"She was hit by a car," Brooke said slowly, "She was killed."

Jake inhaled deeply and pulled Brooke into the house.

She was shaking as he led her back to the couch and sat her down gently.

"What happened?"

She started crying some more. "I don't know."

"My phone started ringing when I walked out of the house and it was Nathan," she said.

"Don't cry," Francesca said as she tried to climb onto Brookes lap, "Momma."

"Jenny," Jake called to his daughter, who had walked into the kitchen, "Can you please take Francesca back up to your room?"

Jenny came walking back into the living room and took Francesca by the hand.

Once they were out of sight, Brooke continued her story.

"He was so quiet. I could hardy hear him."

Jake rubbed her back, slowly.

"He was breathing really heavy. I knew it was him, but he was talking so quietly."

"What did he say?"

"He told me that Hayley was hit by a car and that the funeral was Sunday."

"Is that it?" he asked as she put his hand on her knee.

"I asked him what happened, and he muttered something that I couldn't understand and then he said he had to go."

"I told him that we would be there and he hung up the phone."

Jake leaned back in the couch and put his hands behind his head.

"Oh my gosh," he said.

"Jake," she trembled, "We were suppose to see them in three weeks."

"What?" he asked confused.

"We were all at the Rivercourt on the night of graduation, and we all promised that we would be back there in exactly four years."

"And that would have been in three weeks," Jake answered.

"Yeah," she said quietly, almost so Jake couldn't hear her, "I just spoke to Hayley two weeks ago, making arrangements for everyone."

"Brooke, I'm so sorry," he put his arms around her shoulders, "I know how close you were to her."

Brooke leaned over and put her head between her knees.

"Are you ok?" Jake asked leaning over, close to her head.

"I think I'm going to be sick" she stood up fast and ran in the direction of the bathroom.

When she didn't come back after several minutes, Jake stood up and joined her in the bathroom.

"What are you going to do?" he asked leaning against the door frame looking down at her, sitting on the floor.

"I guess I'm going back to Tree Hill, like I planned," Brooke said wiping her mouth and flushing the toilet, "Two weeks early."