Ok guys and girls, sorry for the long wait. I've had loads of exams but I'm completely finished school now!! Yay! But the main reason it's taken so long is because this is going to be the last chapter and I wasn't sure how I wanted to end it. I've already decided to make a sequel so I guess it's not really the end- just the end of this part of the story. There's going to be a bit of a time jump in the next one but I've only just started so don't expect anything soon! I just wanted to thank you amazing people for all the support because it makes it all a whole lot more fun and worth while so thank you!!

Oh and in the meantime while you're all waiting for the sequel, check out my new story- Love, Trust & Betrayal

Anyways on with the story...

We are each of us angels with only one wing, and we can only fly by embracing one another - Luciano de Crescenzo

Peyton's Pov

I woke up feeling absolutely terrible and disorientated. It took me ten minutes to realise I wasn't in some strangers bed but in Lucas Scott's bedroom. My head was throbbing, I winced as I shuffled further down in the warmth of the bed, throwing the sheets off me- I was boiling. 'Are you ok?' The gruff voice took me by surprise. Maybe I wasn't in Luke's house, maybe I'd imagined it. Maybe I was with a stranger. I shut my eyes tight, hesitantly letting my hand trail clumsily down my body, discovering my underwear still intact didn't bring much comfort. Snippets from the previous night were flashing through my mind. I could remember a man- I could remember his hands all over me. 'Peyton?' I shook my head, refusing to open my eyes. A cool hand brushed up my arm and I flung my sore limbs in every direction.

'No'

'Peyton'

'No'

'Peyton it's Nathan' My eyes snapped open, immediately trying to focus on the towering figure. 'It's ok. Lucas has gone out- he'll be back soon. He asked me to stay with you'

I closed my eyes again. Sleep seemed more than appealing. It was ok. Nathan. It was Nathan.

Lucas' Pov

'Hello Mr Scott'

'Please, it's Lucas, it's good to meet you Doctor Rosenfelt'

'You too, Ok well take a seat Lucas. I need to go over a few things with you' The man looked through some papers on his desk. I'd been on the phone all morning and managed to get all the necessary paperwork- including medical records 'You're doing the right thing Lucas, she'll get the help she needs here, it will be the start of a better life for her and you. We don't judge our patients, our aim is to help them not only with their addictions, but their emotional state of mind.'

'How, how long will she be here for?'

'Well initially we say about four weeks. It won't take long to get her off the cocaine but as you can guess it's not as simple as that, she's going to need counselling to get to the bottom of all her other issues. In the first week we require you to make no contact with her- you can talk to us at anytime and we can feel you in on her progress and talk you through her recovery but Peyton won't be allowed any phone calls or visitations. After the first week period she can call you if she wants but quite often patients tend to isolate themselves and not want to speak to family or friends. In the week you're free to come visit and we encourage patients to talk to family and they become greatly involved with the final part of recovery.'

All I could do was nod. I hated the thought of locking her up, I didn't want her to feel like I was controlling her. I didn't want to be like all the other men. But this was different. I was controlling her in order to help her. It was a whole lot different. I'd been on the phone with Doctor Rosenfelt for over an hour this morning, talking through Peyton's situation. This was the most expensive, professional clinic in the whole of North Carolina and it wasn't to far from Tree Hill.

'Will, will you have someone watching her all the time? It, it's just I'm worried she...' I pinched the bridge of my nose. I needed her to be under twenty four hour survellience after last night, I was terrified of what she'd do given the chance.

'Would you say she's suicidal?'

'Well- she, she said she wanted it all to end last night' I shook as I spoke. 'She tried to...'

'She'll be on suicidal watch Lucas' He reassured. 'And don't forget you can call at anytime to talk to me or any of the other staff here. We're her to support you to'

'Thanks' His words gave me some confidence. 'Well I better get back'

'Ok, we'll see you later this afternoon then?'

'Yes' Now all I had to do was go tell her where I'd been all morning.

'Hey sleepy head...how're you feeling?' She blinked several times, rolling onto her back.

'Er, I've been better'

I nodded glumly, grabbing one of my t-shirts that was hanging over the end of the bed. 'Here, lets put this on you' I helped her sit, sliding the navy blue cotton over her skinny form. 'Peyton?'

'Mm?' She fell back against the feather pillows.

'I've, I've been out this morning'

'I know, I woke up and you'd gone- Nathan was here'

'Yes I-'

'Does your mum know about last night?'

I raised my brow. 'Er no' She let out a sigh of relief. It still stunned me that she didn't care about anything or anyone and yet my mother's approval meant everything. 'Peyton?' She looked at me expectantly. 'I, I wasn't here because I was-I went to visit a rehabilitation centre' Her eyes widened, her brow knitted together with confusion.

'Why, why would you be doing that?'

'I think you know why'

She rubbed her dry lips together and shook her head. 'No, no I don't Lucas'

'Peyton you need help'

'Last night was an accident, I'm sorry, it won't happen again'

'Yes it will, it's only going to keep happening. You need more help than I alone can give you, you need professional help Peyton and not just for your drug addiction.'

'I'm not crazy.'

'No' I agreed, she definitely wasn't crazy. 'You're just broken, the world has been cruel to you Peyton Sawyer'

'Fuck you'

I let go of her hand, rubbing the back of my neck. 'It's a really nice place- the doctors and nurses seem really friendly'

'Fuck you' she seethed. 'I'm not going anywhere- you can't make me Lucas- I'm not a child, you don't own me'

'Peyton I'm taking you there this afternoon- they'll asses you and if they find reasons to hold you they will- if not you'll be free to go'

'There's nothing fucking wrong with me Lucas'

'Then you have nothing to worry about- in twenty four hours you'll be free to do as you please'

'Luke you have no right-' She scrambled onto her knees.

'I love you, I have every right' My words stifled her complaints and she looked at me fearfully.

She was quiet, her hands fiddling restlessly with the cotton of the over sized shirt I'd just put her in 'I just want to be happy... I've forgotten what that's like' She whispered.

I gulped back the lump rising in my throat. 'You will be, we will be.' I nodded confidently. 'I'm going to get your things together and then we'll leave ok?' I rubbed her clammy hand.

'Wait, I, what are you going to tell them all?'

'Nothing yet- but the truth at some point' She sniffled, blinking back the relentless tears. 'These people are your family now Peyton- they have the right to know and you need their help. I'm going to tell them everything' I stated.

She nodded again. It was weird to have her agreeing with me so easily- she'd lost the will to keep fighting me. Last night was the final straw, it had been a cry for help, help she was going to get.

Peyton's Pov

I was so used to being told what to do that it didn't take me long to give in. He'd made up his mind- he was going to take me here by force if I didn't come willingly. But as we approached the facility I was suddenly overcome with fear. I couldn't be here, alone, with a bunch of strangers. So what if I like to do cocaine once in while, it's no big deal, I don't need help. I'm not crazy. 'Luke'

'It's alright' He promised, reaching for my hand and squeezing. It wasn't alright.

'No, I, please don't do this to me' I begged pathetically, abruptly tugging my seat belt away from my small frame. I needed to get out. The click of the door locking resounded in my ears.

'Peyton sit down' He demanded gently. 'There's no where to go, I've locked the doors so just sit down'

'Let me out- I swear I'll be good Luke, I'll be good. I'll do whatever you want. There's nothing wrong with me'.

'We talked about this. They're going to help you get better'

'There's nothing wrong with me'

'Baby' He cooed. 'It won't be long before we're together again, I promise'

'No' I choked out, unable to contain the bitter tears. 'Please Lucas'

'Shh' he reached for my hand again, stroking circles.

'I hate you' I quickly lost my patience, the crying wasn't helping, he wasn't giving in. 'You think you're so special. I don't need your help.'

'Baby-'

'I'm not your baby. I'm not your anything. I'm a slut'

'Stop it'

'No- last night- what you saw- that's who I am, that's what I do Lucas'

'No it's not'

'Yes' I was determined to make him hate me, make him not care. 'You can't get it out of your head can you- his hands were all over me Luke, his mouth on mine and it felt so good, sooo good'

'Stop it' He snapped, pulling the car over to the side of the road. A red flush was rapidly creeping up his cheeks. 'I love you'

'I don't love you'

'Yes you do, you do'

'No' I snickered. 'Didn't last night show you that'

'Just fucking stop' He shouted, shaking my shoulders now, fury bubbling in his normal blue eyes. 'I know you're angry' He breathed. 'I know you're scared but I'm doing this for you, I'm not abandoning you and I know in your heart that you know what I'm doing is for the best. I know it's scary, I don't want to be away from you but you need to do this, if you can't do it for yourself do it for me' His angry tone was now gone, replaced with nothing but care and love. 'It will be ok' I was suddenly very much aware of the tears making tracks on my cheeks. His thumb gently brushed them away, his lips following- kissing my eye lids my forehead, my cheek, my nose, my lips. 'Today is a new beginning for the both of us Peyton. Every thing's going to be better. We're going to be together when you come out- you're going to get better. We're going to be a proper couple- we'll go on dates, we'll go on holidays together, maybe one day we'll get married and have kids even' He rambled, his forehead pressed against my clammy face. 'But in order for that to happen you have to do this'

'We, we can never have that' I whispered softly.

'Yes, yes we can'

'I'll never be good enough Lucas, you deserve so much more'

'I want you- I need you, you're more than I deserve' He pressed a tender kiss to my lips, his tongue darting over mine in a brief battle of wills. 'You're more than I deserve, you're all I want' He murmured, gently pulling away, my face still cupped in his large hands.

'There's so much you don't know Luke' He needed to know about all the awful things I'd done, what a bad person I truly am.

'I know- but it won't change anything- you don't need to tell me anything but if you need to I'll listen and we'll work through it together. These people, they're going to help you deal with everything. They can help you more than I can Peyton and when you're ready to leave we'll face the rest together. Ok?'

I closed my eyes, taking deep shallow breaths. 'I'm scared'

'I know-'

'No, no you don't.'

He was quiet, his hand loosely threaded with my own. 'Ok, I guess you're right. I don't know what you're feeling or what you're thinking. I use to. I use to be able to read you like a book...' He trailed off.

'I'm not that Peyton Lucas and, and you need to realise that. Even, even if I do this, when I come out- I'm not going to automatically be that girl you fell in love with, I'm not'

He nodded grimly. 'I get that and it's going to take time for me to completely accept it, but I know that I'm in love with you Peyton-'

'You're in love with a girl you met in high school, your in love with a care free, music obsessed teenager.'

'No. I'm in love with you now' He stressed. 'Your still Peyton Sawyer, you might not be the best version of yourself right now but you can be'

'No-'

'Will you just quit arguing' He exhaled heavily, parting our sweaty hands and starting up the car again. 'It's just up here' He mumbled, pulling back onto the road. I didn't mutter another word. I pulled down the window, letting the cool air blow against my tired face, basking in the glow of the late afternoon sun, in my last moments of freedom.

Lucas' Pov

She'd not fort me as we'd got out of the car but had refused to move up the steps to the grand house, I'd taken her wrist and only then had her legs reluctantly began moving. 'Hi again Lucas' Doctor Rosenfelt greeted at the reception.

'Hi' I offered the best smile I could muster, considering the circumstances. 'This is Peyton'

'Hello, it's good to meet you Peyton. I'm Doctor Rosenfelt'

Her eyes were hollow, devoid of emotion. Her body rigid, pushing against my hand that was securely on her back.

'Why don't I get Sarah to show you, your room?'

Of course she didn't respond. 'That's great' I nodded, urging her forward.

'Sarah, can you show Miss Sawyer where she'll be staying.'

'Sure' The young girl smiled warmly, leading us off down one of the many corridors. 'Here we are- I'll let you say your goodbyes and then Doctor Rosenfelt will go over the programme with you Peyton' Sarah explained, nodding toward me before she left.

'It's er, it's nice- the room- huh?' I mumbled. She sunk onto the single bed, her eyes downcast. 'You're in the best facility in tree hill Peyt- I promise they'll take care of you' A silence fell. I couldn't bare it. I suddenly rushed over to her. 'I promise it'll be ok Peyton- I promise, please try'. She laid back avoiding my eyes. I lent over her, I needed to feel her lips under mine once more before our departure, I needed to know she still loved me. My heart sunk as she rolled over, dodging the kiss. I swallowed, nodding dully to myself- it was to be expected, she'd hate me at first but she'd soon come round. Things would be different in a few months. 'I'm, I'm going to go now' I brushed my hand over her golden hair. 'Goodbye Peyton- I'll see you soon' She didn't acknowledge my farewell. 'Time will fly by' I was reassuring myself rather than her at this point. I edged to the door.

'We'll take good care of her' Sarah appeared.

Again I nodded glumly. 'Bye Peyt, I love you'

We are each of us angels with only one wing, and we can only fly by embracing one another.