Author's Note: Okay, so I'm officially uber sorry for taking so long to update this story. That was very stupid of me. I promised that if I got a lot of review that I'd update sooner. And I got a lot, and didn't update, so for that I should burn in hell. So, I figured that since I haven't been sent there yet, I'd give all you beautiful people an update. I completely screwed myself last chapter because I'm not sure where I want to go with this, but I will try my hardest to make this one good. Anyway, here you go.

..........WWHT..........

"Brooke, wait up!" Peyton called out to her. Peyton cursed under her breath when Brooke completely ignored her calls and continued running full speed towards the pool house that Haley was in. Peyton was terrified for her best friend so she couldn't even begin to imagine how Brooke was feeling.

"Come, on!" Brooke screamed back. She finally made it to the front door of the pool house. She couldn't see inside so she figured it would be best to wait for Peyton before going inside. Only a few seconds later, Peyton came to a halt right beside her.

"Can you see her?" Peyton asked, leaning past Brooke to try to look through the window. From her position behind Brooke, she couldn't make anything out clearly, but she could hear voices on the inside. "Was that her?"

"I'm not sure," Brooke answered back. She motioned for the blonde to shut up while she tried to listen in. There was silence for a moment and for a second Brooke thought that maybe everything was fine. Then there was a huge crash. Without giving it a second thought, Brooke ripped the door open and ran inside.

"Brooke," Peyton hissed, surprised that she would just go in there blind, without knowing what was going on. Despite her better judgment, Peyton followed her in.

"Get the hell off of her!" Brooke screamed, when she spotted Theresa kneeling over a sprawled out Haley. At the sound of her voice, Bevin and Lori jumped. She sent them a glare and they both quickly ran out of the building, carefully going past Peyton.

"It's Brookie," Theresa cheered, turning her head to look over her shoulder at Brooke. When Brooke moved to take a step forward, Theresa shook her head and tightened her grip on the collar of Haley's shirt. "Nah uh. You wouldn't want your little bitch to get it would you?"

"I swear to God, Theresa," Brooke began, nothing but hatred and rage could be heard in her voice. Peyton looked at her, impressed at her attitude. She had never seen Brooke is pissed off before. "If you touch her again, I'll kill you." Theresa rolled her eyes, disappointed that Brooke couldn't come up with a better than that.

"Oh, come on," Theresa sighed, shaking her head. "You are supposed to be Brooke Davis, the fun queen of Tree Hill. You used to love to pick on her." Theresa shook Haley's collar a few times, jarring Haley's head back and forth. "Now you're screwing the little whore! What the hell happened to you?"

"I grew up," Brooke stated. She was so sick of all this high school bullshit that happened all around her. She used to be just as superficial as Theresa, but when she and Haley got together, she realized how much of it really didn't matter. She didn't need to be head cheerleader, or the most popular girl, or be dating the hottest guy in school to be happy. She didn't have any of that anymore, and she considered herself the happiest girl in the world. And she had Haley to thank for that happiness. "I fell in love."

"Oh, please," Theresa exclaimed. She had a disgusted and judging look on her face, directed right at Brooke. She shook her head and let out a bitter laugh. "You don't love her, no one could. You're just trying to get some kind of shock value out of this. Ever since Britney kissed Madonna, lesbians the new thing, and you just had to jump on the tend train."

Peyton looked back and forth between the two, not sure what to do. She certainly didn't want to say anything; this was between Brooke and Theresa. Obviously, Theresa needed to get over her little infatuation with Brooke and move on with her life instead of pulling a Swim Fan and trying to kill Haley. Didn't she see that Haley wasn't some passing thing with Brooke like all the guys she's ever dated? That Haley is the real thing?

"That is not what this is about," Brooke insisted, pure conviction in her voice. She loved Haley more than anything and she hated anyone who would question that. If she was ever more sure of anything in her life, it was that she wanted to be with Haley for the rest of her life.

"So if it's not to be trendy, than what is it?" Theresa asked. Brooke and Haley couldn't believe that she still didn't get it. Either she was that stupid and blind or she was in complete denial. They were betting their money on the ladder choice. Theresa looked and Brooke than down at Haley, like she was trying to see what was so special about her, but she didn't seem to see it. "I mean, it's not like she's hot or anything."

"Brooke," Peyton warned, when she saw Brooke taking a step forward. Brooke immediately stopped her movements and balled up her fists. Seeing that this conversation wasn't going to solve anything, Peyton decided that she needed to step in. As much as she didn't want to get involved, Haley's safety was much more important to her.

"And I know she ain't giving you any," Theresa continued, paying no attention to the other two girls as she examined Haley. After another moment, she tore her eyes off of Haley's bruised face and turned back to Brooke and Peyton. "So, please, honestly, tell me what you see in her. Why would you be with someone like her..."

"As opposed to someone like you?" Brooke asked, a knowing smirk plastered on her face. She, just like everyone else in the world, knew how Theresa felt about her, how she looked at her. It was the same way that Tim looked at Nathan. It started out as wanting to be just like them into wanting to be with them. Almost all the color drained from Theresa's tanned face before she narrowed her eyes at the other brunette. She couldn't believe that everyone knew.

"What are you talking about?"

"I'm not blind, Theresa," Brooke teased. She enjoyed watching Theresa's face contort as she thought of what this could do to her social standings. Especially when the cheerleading team found out. If they voted Brooke out of caption of the team, they would definitely do the same to her. "I see the way you look at me."

"Everyone does," Peyton added in. She wasn't sure if pissing Theresa off further was such a good idea when she still had a firm grip on Haley, but it was the only plan they had. "You totally want to get into her pants."

"Told you," Haley chocked out from underneath her. She regretted saying anything when Theresa pulled her up by the collar before pushing her back down, causing her to smash her head against the hard wood floor. She groaned out in pain and waited for the next blow to come. She closed her eyes to prepare herself for the hit, but it never came.

"Brooke!" she could hear Peyton yell. Suddenly she felt Theresa's weight get thrown off of her, and someone at her side. She opened her eyes to find Brooke and Theresa rolling around on the ground a little ways away, Brooke clearly winning. After watching them for a moment, she turned and looked up at Peyton who was kneeling by her head.

"Hey, Pey," she greeted, her voice starting to sound distant even to her ears. She struggled to keep her eyes open, but the kept shutting as if they had a mind of their own. She could hear the sounds of the fight in the distance, but she was more focused on the noises Peyton was making as she moved closer to her.

"Hey, Hales," Peyton whispered back, trying to keep her voice from shaking. She gently lifted her best friend's head, slipping her leg underneath it. When she pulled her hands out from underneath Haley's head, her eyes widened in shock when she saw the blood on them. "Oh, God." She glanced over to find that Brooke had won their little fight and was glaring down at Theresa who was sprawled out beneath her. "Brooke!"

"What?" Brooke glanced over at the two. She did a double take when she saw the blood on the hands that Peyton were holding up. "Oh my God." She quickly got off of Theresa and crawled over to the two girls. As soon as she was off, Theresa bolted to the door.

"She's bleeding."

"I can see that, Peyton," Brooke snapped. She quickly moved to Haley's other side to get a better look at her. She gently reached forward and caressed her cheek softly. "Where's it coming from?"

"The back of her head, I think," Peyton answered. Brooke was known to snap at people when she was panicked, but she knew Peyton was concerned about Haley enough as it was; she didn't need any smart ass remarks from Brooke. "I think she just passed out, but I'm not sure." Brooked leaned down.

"Baby?" Brooke called softly, hoping that Haley would answer her. When she got no reply, she laid a soft kiss on Haley's lips, hoping to wake her up. Still nothing. "Baby, it's time to wake up now."

"She's out," the blonde decided with a defeated tone. Her heart broke when she saw the look of pure devastation on Brooke's face. Just the thought that Haley was hurt made Brooke want to die.

"Call an ambulance?"

"On it," Peyton agreed. She gently lifted Haley's head, placing it in Brooke's lap instead and jumped to her feet, pulling out her cell phone. She took one last look at them before slipping out the door to call the hospital. As she was walking out, Lucas came running across the lawn in a hurry.

"Peyton!" he called out, spotting her curly blonde head. By the time she turned around, he was at her side. He was about to say more when he spotted the blood on her hands. He reached out and grabbed the empty on. "Your hands. What happened?" He had seen Theresa come back inside, all beat up and remembered that she had been alone with Haley.

"Luke..." she began, but was cut off by a voice on the phone.

"911, please state your emergency."

"Yeah, my best friend was just beaten up," Peyton told her, turning her head away from Lucas. As he heard her words, his eyes widened. "Her head and bleeding and she looks pretty bad." Lucas didn't need to hear anymore, he pushed passed her and into the pool house.

"Haley!" he exclaimed when he saw Brooke holding Haley. He quickly rushed to their side to get a better look. After Brooke didn't make any move to explain, he decided to jus ask. "Brooke, what happened?"

"Theresa," was her only answered. Her voice was completely empty and void of any kind of emotion. She had never felt this way before, so scared and empty. She looked down at Haley's white face and felt her heart contrast. She felt like there was a hand around her throat, slowly choking the breath out of her.

Haley was her world. She didn't know when it happened, what day or time, but it did. Over the past month Haley had grown to be the person she loved the most in the world, she was her everything. She wasn't sure what she would do without her. Now, as she watched the unsteady rise and fall of Haley's chest, she was terrified that she was going to have to find out sooner than she thought.

..........WWHT..........

I'm all done for now. I know, lame, but I'm sorry. I worked on this chapter at three different times, so I'm sorry if it doesn't flow. Anyway, if I get a lot of reviews, I will definitely update a lot sooner. Bye.