Author's Note: Hey Ya'll! I finally got my house back.:) I'm starting my Rachel story and I really hope you guys read that one two because it's waaay better than it sounds. Anyways, this is like a huge chapter for this story so try you hardest to pay attention. It's like the chapter that makes the story almost.

BPOV:

This party was insane. People were everywhere, yelling and screaming, making out and dancing, drinking and smoking, all of it was everywhere. Brooke couldn't find Rachel anywhere. At the concert, Rachel seemed to just flip a switch and began to gathering up people to come back to their house in Tree Hill. Jake and Jenny were staying at his parents house because he felt uncomfortable being there when Rach wasn't. Brooke felt some guy paw at her, and she turned to see who it was. Average height, amazing hair, and green eyes. He offered her a beer and his hotness went up ten points.

Thirty minutes later and Brooke was trashed. Her skirt was hiked up, barely covering her ass and not even covering her front part. She had put on her knee high boots, and she was in her bikini top. She danced on the table while taking every shot that people handed her. Rachel was off smoking a bar with some guy, and Brooke felt good. She felt everything seep away and she just danced. She gyrated her hips in front of guys faces, taking pleasure in their awed looks and the girls jealousy oozing out of them.

The bad guys lie to get in your bed, the good guys lie to get in your heart.

I wanted you to fight for me! I wanted you to say that there was no one that you could ever be with, and that you'd rather be alone than without me.

Girls just want someone to want them back, atleast I do.

Relationships are just too hard, it's so much easier hooking up with boys.

I'm tired of feeling bad. I'd rather just feel nothing, it's better, easier.

It is said you get two chances in life, I gave you two and you blew them both.

Cause in the end it all hurts just the same.

And once you loose yourself, you have two options. Find who you used to be, or loose that person forever.

"Brooke! Brooke! Brooke!" Everyone was watching her by now, and she drowned in the feeling of all eyes on her. They were all cheering her on, throwing random things at her feet. She laughed and just faked it. She faked everything. She faked loving the attention. She faked enjoying herself. She faked being a ditz with a credit card. She faked being over Lucas and hating Peyton. Pre-Lucas Brooke was back, but even more screwed up if that's possible. You could feel the bass from the speakers, the thum-thum, thum-thum, matching the beat of her heart and her breathing pace. Brooke felt two hands being placed on her hips, but she didn't mind. She just moved faster, trying to ignore the bile that rose in her throat as she felt the guy move with her. To the rest of the room, you could see a drunk girl loving life and trying to enjoy it. If you looked inside her, you'd see how truly broken she was and that the drinking was a way to get rid of it all. To forget and just take a break. No one noticed a guy storming through the crown until they heard yelling. That got Brooke's attention, and so she got down off of the table and pushed everyone out of her way. She walked into the next room to see Rachel sitting on some guy's lap as Jake yelled at her.

"What the hell are you doing! What is this?" Brooke walked over to Jake to try and calm him down, but he shook her off.

"Jake, calm down. It's just a party." Jake turned to Brooke, fire in his eye.

"Just a party? Brooke what if Jenny and I were here! What if we hadn't decided to leave? I would of lost her forever and it would have been all your fault!"

Rachel stumbled as she tried to get up, but it was obvious she was not doing to well on her own.

"Jake, I'm sorry I didn't think and-"

"That's the problem Rachel! You never fucking thing and you're not the only person who gets screwed over! God Rachel, you're so god damn selfish!"

"Jake!" Brooke between the two of them as Rachel looked as if his words had strucked her.

"It's true! I can't have my daughter around this! Rachel you need help. You're unstable, and you are making it worse for yourself! I thought...I hoped...I just thought we could maybe try to work out."

Rachel got up succesfully and grabbed at Jake's hand, her voice quivering and her eyes pleading.

"We can Jake, ok we can? I'll do better and we can work out with Jenny and-"

"No, no, no. We can't Rachel. You aren't good for me, and you're definately not good for Jenny." Jake looked so hurt, and Brooke hadn't even noticed their relationship get so much stronger right in front of her.

"I love Jenny, I would never hurt her."

"Not intentionally, but you aren't okay. You aren't healthy or happy, and that's what she needs." Jake walked away from her, and Rachel ran after him. Everyone seemed to be in a state of shock, until some guy yelled.

"TURN UP THE FUCKING MUSIC AND GET ME A BLUNT!" After that it went right back to normal, until yet again another screaming match began. This time, it was Chase from California.

"Brooke?" He seemed confused and so innocent in the party scene, and Brooke just wanted to push him out the door so he wouldn't see her like this.

"Chase! Oh Chase, I missed you sooo much. I mean, look at that face it's just too cute! Hahaha." Chase looked at her incrediously and Brooke just kept on laughing.

"Brooke, are you okay? Have you been drinking?" Hearing his disapproving tone, she sobered up. This was Chase, Clean teen extrodinaire.

"No, of course not. I just thought I'd throw a little after party after the concert! What're you doing here?"

"I came to bring your makeup work from school, maybe help you out a little bit." Chase was looking around at all the people, and Brooke's heart practically melted at how sweet he was. Then green eyes ruined it. He came up behind Brooke, and started kissing her neck. She was so drunk, she could barely feel it and she didn't notice it until Chase's eyes bulged out of his head and the guy wrapped his arms around her waist.

"Brooke! Are you seriously going to let this guy touch you like that?"

"Calm down, bro. It's a party." Green eyes stopped his ministrations but kept ahold of her waist, and Chase just shook his head.

"Brooke what the hell is going on here? I come to your house to see Rachel and Jake fighting out side your house and the building practically vibrating from all the noise. People are drinking, smoking, and having god damn sex in the middle of the room! Now, some guy just comes up behind you and starts sloppering all over you!"

"Dude, chill the fuck out! Take a blunt, and just relax."

"No thanks "dude", now I'd appreciate it if you and your friends left." Brooke tried to get closer to Chase, but fucking Green eyes would not let her go. Chase noticed this, and instinctivly took a step closer.

"I don't think so. We were invited, and I'm not leaving, not without this hot peice of ass." Brooke struggled in his arms, but he only tightened them further.

"Let her go. I swear to God if you and your buddies don't leave now, I'll make you leave." Green eyes threw Brooke and some random guy caught her, as Chase and that guy had managed to get the parties attention all over again.

Chase swunk at Green eyes, and all the girls started screaming as the two guys hit eachother. The guys were cheering and Brooke was crying, screaming out for Chase to stop and go home.

"CHASE STOP IT! CHASE, JUST LET IT GO, PLEASE CHASE JUST CUT IT OUT!" Chase seemed to have gotten the other guy pinned down, punching him over and over again in the face. Eventually, some of Green eyes friends joined in, ganging up on Chase. They were all hitting him, and no one could get them to stop. Someone must have called the cops, because sirens were going off down the street and everyone started taking off. Brooke, Rachel, Chase, and Green eyes and friends were the only ones left. The police had called an ambulance, and Chase was taken away on a stretcher.

"Brooke, oh my God, what happened?"

"Chase...and fighting...and boy, plus friends...and oh my God Chase." Brooke was a blubbering mess. Her house was trashed, there were police every where, asking her and Rachel questions. Chase was being drove to the hospital, and her and Rachel were taken to the police station for underage drink

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The next morning, Brooke could barel recall anything that happened. She was in a cell with Rachel, and she felt extremly nauseous. She saw a disgusting toilet, and puked in it. It stung her eyes, made her throat burn, and it made her feel even more disgusting than she already did.

"Brooke Davis, Rachel Gatina you girls are free to go." The girls both scrampled to their feet as the detention officer unlocked their cells.

"What? How?"

"Easy, your parents payed the bill, and now you girls are free to go." Brooke seemed shock, so Rachel continued the questioning.

"How's our friend? Chase Adams?"

"Oh, that kid is doing alright. He's still in the hospital, but he's leaving it tomorrow." Rachel thanked him, as Brooke started off to the car.

"I put him in the hospital."

"No, the guys at the party put him in the hospital."

"Because of me! If I wasn't such a dumb whore he'd be okay."

"All joking aside, you are not a whore. You're confused and alone, and there is nothing wrong trying to fulfill that." They both stared straight ahead as cars passed by them.

"What happened with Jake?"

"He left. He went to his parents. The end."

"No, not the end. Rachel, you need to fight for him."

"I can't Brooke."

"Why? Why not? You like, hell maybe love him, you want to be with him, so just fight for him!" Wishing she had said that to Lucas months back, Brooke kept trying to push Rachel.

"I can't okay? I'm not strong enough! I can't handle doing this, I'm in over my head and I hate it! God, I fucking hate this! I love him, alright? I LOVE HIM, LOVE HIM, LOVE HIM. I can't have him, though." The car was silent as Rachel kept her focus on the road.

"You're strong. Stronger than anyone I know." Brooke mumbled the last part, but Rachel shook her head, dismissing Brooke's comment.

"No, Brooke, I'm not strong. I'm pretending. I always pretend. Jake was right last night. I'm unstable, and I need help. So that's what I'm going to get."

"What do you mean? Are you going to start talking to the counselor or something?" Brooke looked around, noticing for the first time that they were in front of the Tree Hill Hospital.

"Not exactly. We'll talk about it when you get home. I'll pick you up in one hour, now go try to fix things with Chase." Brooke smiled at her friend, and walked out of the car. Walking down the hospital, she remembered every moment she had with Lucas here. Seeing Lucas with Peyton after the Naley accident. The conversation with his mom after his accident.

Just so you know, the only thing I want to see is Lucas laugh again. Hear him sing off key. Watch him roll his eyes at me when I still a french fry off his plate. I guess what I'm trying to say is I'm crazy about your son, and I hope that's enough for you.

Pushing thoughts of Lucas away, Brooke pushed open the door to Chase's room. Walking in, she saw he had company and stopped in her tracks. The door shut rather loudly, and the woman talking to Chase turned around.

"Ms. Jacobs?" Seeing the teacher outside of school, automatically put Brooke on edge. Even on the weekends her look screamed teacher. She had light, kinda dull and dy brown hair. Her pantsuit seemed to be tailored to her exact measurement, and the color completely washed her out.

"Ms. Davis! What a surprise! I didn't expect you here."

"Hahaha, same could be said about you." Brooke looked from her to Chase, who had kept his head down since Brooke walked in to the room.

"Oh! I forgot Chase doesn't like kids at school to know. I'm his aunt."

"Oh. Uhm, that must be nice, I mean having a teacher for an aunt and everything."

"I think he sees it differently, but I'll leave you two to talk. I'm going down to the food court. You want anything Chase?" The boy in question shook his head, his eyes still not meeting Brooke's. Ms. Jacobs walked out and shut the door behind her, hoping the conversation Brooke has with Chase will help her open up.

"Hey, how ya feeling?" Brooke greeted softly, becoming very nervous and anxious, wringing her hands together.

"Fine, a lot better than last night." After hearing the words 'last night', the tears were coming. The drops were hot and fast and Brooke whipped them away, feeling the guilt wash over her.

"Chase, I am so sorry. I wish I could change what happened, I feel so bad. I feel worse than bad, I feel wretched." She reached over to grab his hand, which he slowly pulled out of her reach, causing her tears to come faster. "Please don't hate me."

Chase sighed. "I don't hate you, I'm just...disappointed. I thought that maybe I could help you. Maybe I could be the one to save you. Hearing about what happened with Lucas and Peyton, I wanted to punch him in the face for hurting you and just take you away from Tree Hill."

"Maybe you can still do that? You know, but not the whole punching Lucas in the face thing." Chase gave her a soft, bittersweet smile and Brooke felt the pang of sadness.

"I like you, I really, really like you. I think somewhere inside you, you like me two. I can't save you though. I can't fix you, but I really want to. I wish I could, but the only person who can is you. You need to fix yourself before anything happens between us, or anyone else fo that matter." Brooke looked down at her lap, knowing he was right, but wishing that he wasn't.

"I'll see you around right? We can still be friends?"

"I don't know right now. I hope so, but I can't promise anything." Brooke nodded her head, accepting his need of space, getting up off his bed, Brooke leaned over and kissed him. It was sweet, and it made her stomach flutter, her heart beat go into overdrive, and her nerves tingle. His lips tasted like cinnamon, and medicine. His mouth was soft and comforting, while also saying good-bye. Brooke pulled away and gave Chase a sad smile. She walked out of the hospital, and into Rachel's waiting car.

"Want to talk about it?"

"Nope." The silence in the car lasted until they pulled up to their drive way, but Rachel hadn't unlocked the car yet.

"Okay. I got to tell you something." The sound of Rachel's voice made Brooke weary, a sense of dread clouded her head.

"I'm listening."

Rachel took a big, deep breath of air. "I need help. Not any help that I can get here. I'm leaving." Her eyes stayed straight ahead, but her mind was somewhere else completely.

"What do you mean you're leaving? Where are you going?" Scared to hear the answer, Brooke stared at Rachel as she tried not to panic.

"North Carolina Rehabitation Center. It's in Charalotte." Brooke shook her head, tears streaming down her face all over again.

"Why? You seem a lot better Rachel, and I can help you, we'll be okay."

"No Brooke no, I need professional help. It's a final decision. I called up my parents while you were in the hospital, and they agreed whole-heartedly. They are payed for it and everything. Jake was one hundred percent right, I need help. It wasn't just Cooper that made me like this, it's been my whole life, and I need to get past it. Let everything come out, and I can't do it alone." Rachel turned to Brooke, her eyes red from watering, and a sad, soft smile on her face.

"It'll be okay. You can stay in my house as long as you want, and I'll keep in touch. You're my best friend Brooke, and that's not changing because I'm going to Rehab. It's the best thing for me, and for you. I'm not helping you move on at all, if anything I'm making your problems worse."

"I'm going to miss you, so much." Brooke closed her eyes as she cried willing herself not to break down completely.

"I'm going to miss you two, and you better not forget about me you bitch."

"No one can ever forget your fatass slut." They laughed and cried, and hugged. They both walked into the house taking in all the mess that was their lives. Rachel walked up the stairs to go pack, and Brooke at on the one seat of the couch that wasn't destroyed.

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One week. Rachel had been gone for one week. Tree Hill was abuzz of all the new gossip. Rachel and Jake's big fight. Chase getting in the hospital. Chase and Brooke no longer whatever they were. Rachel going to rehab. Jake having enrolled in school now just made matters worse, plus he was a wreck without Rachel. He ignored everyone except Brooke, Nathan, Haley, and Lucas. Rachel being gone pretty much had the same effect on Brooke. Where ever Brooke went, all eyes followed her, voices dying down, obviously had been gossiping about the huge party that had happened. Once the bell rang, everyone went to their respective class rooms, but not Brooke. She just leaned against a wall and slowly slid down, burrying her head in her hands. Feeling a body sit next to her, smelling the floral perfume, Brooke turns to her friend.

"Hey Tutor-Mom." Brooke broke out sobbing, seeing the kind and sad face of Haley. News of Haley's pregnancy ran rampat, and it seemed her maternal instincts were kicking in as she held Brooke and rocked her.

"Shhh, everything's okay. You're fine. It's all okay." Brooke leaned away from Haley's comforting shoulder and shook her head, her mascara a mess.

"No Hales, nothing is okay. My parents can't stand to be in the same country as me, I lost the love of my life because I'm so gaurded, my best friend of ten years would choose my boyfriend over me, I never talk to you or Nathan or Mouth anymore, Rachel's gone and Jake's a wreck. Nothing is okay, it's all wrong, wrong, wrong." Haley pulled her in for a hug, then leaned back.

"Brooke, no matter what you do, or what you say or don't say, you will always have me. You are one of my closest friends, and that's not going to change, not now, not ever. Lucas is a guy, a good guy that is sometimes making bad choices, but you deserve a great guy making fantastic choices. You and Peyton, you guys will be fixed soon. You guys surived Lucas the first time, I think you can survive it again. Me and the boys, we love you. Just like the baby does. All four of us are going to be here for you, no matter what. Rachel, she needed help. I don't like her much, but I'm proud that she's trying to make her life better. Of course Jake's a wreck. He cared a lot about Rachel. He'll see her again one day, and he's a strong guy. He's going to make in through. Just like you are." Brooke leaned against Haley once again, soaking her Tutor-Mom's shirt with her tears.

"Now I really think you should talk to someone, do you think you can do that for me?" Brooke nodded, all of a sudden feeling exhausted from all the crying she's been doing for the past week and two days. Haley stood up and offered her hand to Brooke, who seemed hesitant to take it.

"Come on Tigger, I'm not going to bite." Brooke smiled, a small one but still a smile, and grabbed her hand, feeling her friend help her up.

"Thanks Haley, you're going to be a great mom." Haley smiled a huge smile at that, blushing slightly.

"And you Brooke Davis, you're going to be okay." Brooke suddenly felt like maybe she would, maybe she would be okay.

Author's Note: So what'd ya'll think?:) this was like a major climax so I may not write for like a week or two. But daaaaang, this has been the longest chapter I have every written! I'm happy with it, and I hope you guys are two. Rachel's story is just starting, and Brooke's isn't quite finished. So please Review! Kay thank you.