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A Bad Dream

Chapter 8 -

She'd figure it'd be inappropriate to cry, especially over Peyton Elizabeth Sawyer. Which was why she did everything in her will power to not let her saline tears escape through her eyes.

The area surrounding them was full of tension. Awkward tension.

"Happy birthday?" Peyton tried.

After a minute or two Brooke stared directly into the curly blonde's blue eyes. "Why'd you do it?" She asked, her voice cracking.

"Brooke, I don't -."

"No," She cut her off mid-sentence. "Why'd you do it?" Apparently 'I don't know', wasn't an acceptable answer for Brooke.

"Do what?"

"Do what? You know what you did, Peyton. You slept with him." She said shaking her head in disbelief. "You slept with him after I made it clear how I felt about you two together days before."

"You guys broke up."

"I'm pregnant with his child, Peyton. Or did he not tell you that?"

Peyton sighed and lifted her eyes up from the ground. "He thought it wasn't his."

"But it was, and I think you out of all people, my ex best friend, would know that I didn't cheat on him while he was away. You were there."

"Look, Brooke. I'm sorry. And if it makes you feel any better, this morning Lucas said that me and him together was a mistake."

"No, it doesn't make me feel any better."

"Brooke, I don't know what you want me to do. My life hasn't been perfect these days either. I lost my best friend-."

"Well whose fault is that?" Brooke said. The words dripped off her tongue. They were bitter and hurtful to Peyton.

"Look," Peyton said surveying their surroundings. It was no surprise they'd gained an audience from the last minute shoppers in the mall. "The mall's closing soon. Why don't we go back to my place and talk."

Brooke determined it for a second. Maybe she should give Petyon some time to explain. "Fine." She said as she crossed her arms over her chest and started walking towards the exit.

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Brooke reluctantly parked her light blue beatle right behind Peyton's car. She didn't know what had possessed her to follow Peyton all the way to the Sawyer home. In fact, she was surprised she'd even say 'yes' to having a talk with Peyton.

"So what didya wanna talk about?" She asked once they were upstairs.

"Brooke," Peyton sighed. "You can't be mad at me forever."

"Oh yes I can. I hold a grudge for a pretty long time, P Sayw- Peyton." Brooke stopped herself after she'd already been half way through with the nickname. "Peyton." She repeated. There was then more awkward silence between the two.

There had been a lot of that lately. Awkwardness. The two used to be able to talk for hours on end without any awkward moments. But now...they were like completely different people. But you'd guess that would be expected after the circumstances.

It was weird, at least to Brooke, but she really did want to try and be friends with Peyton again. Peyton had been her best friend since forever. But a part of her felt that she couldn't let her in again because she'd hurt her sooner or later once more.

"Look, I don't know why I came here, Petyon. But you're not talking, I'm not talking, this seems like a waste of time. Maybe I should go." The brunette said as she readjusted her bag on her shoulder.

"Brooke, wait."

"What Peyton? What?"

"I'm sorry," Tears formed in her eyes. "I'm sorry for everything I did. I really am. And I'm sorry I haven't been a good friend to you. And I had no right to tell you that I still had feelings for Lucas. I'm sorry. And I really just want to be your friend again."

"Why? I can't keep on forgiving you because I know that you'll just hurt me again."

"Brooke, please." Brooke was about to say something when a message popped up on Peyton's computer screen.

Brooke read the message, finding this the perfect opportunity to get out of talking to Peyton. After the reading the message she was sent a creepy vibe.

WATCHMEWATCHU: Hey Peyton. I see you...

"Peyton...who is that?"

"What?" Peyton was brought out of her trance. She wiped her teary eyes and walked towards her computer. "Oh, I don't know. This person has been IMing me all day." She said as she X-ed out of the message box.

Not too long after another one appeared.

WATCHMEWATCHU: Why don't you wanna answer me, Peyton? Scared? How about your friend over there? She's not looking too bad either.

"Peyton..."

"Don't worry. It's probably somebody who's just trying to scare me. Here." She said as she covered the webcam with some shirt she found lying around.

WATCHMEWATCHU: Come on Peyton, don't ya remember me? It's Ian. I've seen all your podcasts. Aw, I can't see you anymore. Why'd you cover your webcam? I guess I'll just have to come to you then.

"Peyton, block him!" Brooke said as she began to get worried.

"Okay, okay. Don't worry. Ian's just this person that commented all my podcasts. I'll block him, it'll be fine."

LUKESCOTT3: Hey Peyton.

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"Rachel. Is Brooke here?"

"No. What would you want from her anyway?"

"Look, I don't have time for this. Do you know where she went?"

"To Peyton's. Don't ask why 'cause I don't know."

"Peyton's? Whatever, thank you." Lucas said before dashing to his car.

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"Oh, look who it is. Did he get that new screen name just for you?" Brooke said while rolling her eyes.

"Brooke, that's not Lucas." Peyton said as she eyed the message again. "I've been getting messages from that person, too, all day. I called Lucas, he said it wasn't him."

"Then who would it be?"

LUKESCOTT3: I didn't want it to be this way, Peyton. But I have no choice.

Before either one of the girls could respond to a such creepy message, a large crash could be heard from downstairs.

"Oh my god, oh my god, Brooke. Lock the door. Right now."

Brooke, scared, obeyed as she locked the bedroom door before moving as far away from it as possible.

WATCHMEWATCHU: I'm here for you, Peyton.

"I thought you blocked him!"

"I thought I did!"

LUKESCOTT3: I'm here for you, Peyton.

Another large crash could be heard from downstairs.

"Call 911." Peyton instructed her while she searched her closest for some sort of weapon. She finally settled on a softball bat. Seems like those lessons in second grade payed off.

"The phone line is dead."

"Oh god. Okay use your cell phone."

Brooke bit her lip before responding. "It's in the car."

"And mine's downstairs. Okay look. I'm gonna go down there-."

"No, Peyton you can't!"

"Brooke, I have to. That's the only way I can get to a phone."

"Peytooonnnnn." A voice rang throughout the house.

WATCHMEWATCHU: Scared, Peyton?

LUKESCOTT3: Scared, Peyton?

"I'm gonna go." Peyton said as she picked up the bat.

"Peyton-."

Peyton unlocked the door and walked out closing the door behind her.

She walked cautiously down the stairs. She could hear her heart beat and felt it throbbing out of her chest.

"Who are you?" She screamed as she held out the bat. The electricity must have been just cut off as all the lights flickered off.

"Aw, Peyton. You don't want to hurt me." She heard a voice. "It's me, Ian."

She could barely see through the pitch blackness. This made what was about to happen next surprising. With one wack in the head she was sent to the floor, unconscious.

WATCHMEWATCHU: Say goodbye to your friend.

LUKESCOTT3: Say goodbye to your friend.

Brooke immediately noticed the two new messages.

"Okay, Brooke." She told herself. "You have to do this."

She quickly left the room. It was possibly darker in the hallway than it had been in Peyton's room.

"Peyton?!" She called out, but no response.

She slowly made her way down the staircase.

"Peyton's not here right now...But I am." She heard the horrid voice of what she assumed belonged to Ian.

"Oh my god." Brooke said, mouth agape, as her eyes focused on the scene before her.

"I hear from Peyt's podcasts that you've been very mean to her lately. And that makes me angry." And with that he sent one more hit...this time in Brooke's direction...right towards her stomach.

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A/N - So there's chapter 8. Yep it's Derek/Ian.

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