Ok here it is updated. I was pretty excited to get an update out, because since it was my first one and you guys liked it I figured I would get the next chapter out fast. Let me know what you think, if you like where the stories going, I will update ASAP.

Jake sat there thinking over the events that had just happened. He never expected for Peyton to just appear like this, he never thought he would see her again. And if he did see her again, he always thought it would be awkward, and he thought that they would just have to deal with being friends because of how she felt about Lucas. He always wondered what it would be like, the moment when the women he loved would agree to be his wife, but he NEVER expected things to go the way they did. What with her asking him, and then those words, oh those words he never wanted to hear her speak. In her sleep she spoke those dreaded words "I love you Lucas." He let her go that day, and he knew that it was probably one of the biggest mistakes of his life.

"Jake, are you still thinking about that girl who came by here before. Because if you are, I wouldn't be too worried, I think everything will work out for you two," the women who had so randomly appeared as Peyton was apologizing.

"You don't understand Jen; she doesn't realize this was all one huge misunderstanding. Now I not only don't know where she is, but I don't know if she will ever speak to me again."

"That's right Jake; it was all one huge misunderstanding. Just explain to her that I am your sister and nothing more obviously."

"Yeah, sure, that would be great. There's only one problem, I have to know where she is in order to tell her that!"

"Just trying to help," his sister said getting angry now.

"Yeah well don't. You know what I am going to go and try to find her," and with that he stormed out of the room, slamming the door behind him.

"Man Jenny, I don't think I have ever seen your father so upset over a girl. He must really love her," his sister said to her brother's daughter, as they watched him get in the car and drive off.

When Peyton awoke, she was in a dark room, and pretty confused. She couldn't remember anything, the last thing she remembers was getting out of the car, and the rest is just blank. When she sat up she realized that she was in a dark basement, and on a nasty, uncomfortable mattress. She wanted to get up but she had such a headache, and had an insane pain in her stomach. She felt like she was going to be sick, she then realized that her cell phone and wallet were missing. She soon began she was bleeding slightly from the back of her head, and she began to think she was abducted. Suddenly she heard a door open coming from the other side of the room, and an unkempt looking man came down the stairs. He looked and smelt like he hadn't bathed in weeks.

"Do you know where you are," the man asked.

"No."

"Do you remember anything from the past few hours?"

"No, the last thing I remember is getting out of the cab at the motel. What happened? Where am I? And what do you want with me?"

"I don't think you want to know what happened. As for where you are, I can't say. And as for why you're here, unless I get $1,000,000 by Friday, you will die."

"Friday? But that only gives us a week. How is someone, especially someone I know supposed to come up with that much money in a week," she said shocked.

"That's not my problem, all I know is it better be here by then, or you know.." and the man made the move, the move when you draw your finger across your neck. For those who don't know, basically it means death. And that was obviously not a good thing.

Ring Ring. Ring Ring.

"Hello."

"Brooke, its Jake. I was just wondering have you by any chance heard from Peyton in the last few hours."

"No, can't say I have, and can't say that's a bad thing!"

"Oh sorry I just thought that since you guys are best friends she would have already told you what happened," he said.

"Actually we're not best friends anymore, why what did the little back stabber do now?"

"Nothing, just a big misunderstanding. Look Brooke, I know you and Peyton may not be friends anymore, but I think she may be in big trouble, she is not answering her cell phone, and since I took down the license plate of the cab driver who took her here I tried to speak with him."

"So," she said sarcastically.

"So, he said that he dropped her off at a motel, and when I went to the motel, she wasn't there, and the motel person said he didn't see anyone who fit my description. But not only that but I found blood on the ground in the parking lot. I think she might be in trouble Brooke. Please you've got to help me," he pleaded.

"Fine I'll try calling her. But that's it, I'm sure she's fine," she said not exactly thrilled that she had to call her ex-best friend.

Brooke hesitantly dialed her cell phone number, and a man answered.

"Hello Brooke," the man said.

"Who is this?"

"That's not important, what is important is your calling for goldy locks right?"

"What did you do to her," Brooke was actually starting to worry. As much as she didn't like Peyton, she hoped she was okay.

"Nothing. Yet that is. Listen sweetheart, I'm in need of a large sum of money. I'll make a deal with you, get me $1,000,000 by Friday or goldy locks dies!"