All they heard was the faint sound of rap music. A station that was picked by Brooke and Peyton didn't even care. Peyton was fuming on the inside. 'Brooke had no reason to say those things' she thought to herself.

"I'm done Brooke." said a calm Peyton

"What?" Brooke said in a panicky tone

"I want to go home."

"No"

"What do you mean no. I came on the stupid "trip" and took all of your shit in silence." Do this one thing for me."

"This one thing Peyton? I have done so much for you and you don't even notice it. No one said you had to take it in silence. I have done everything you asked and have made some mistakes because of that, I refuse to let you just walk away from me again. We are staying."

"Whatever Brooke, but when you needed me I was there."

"How about we stop before we both say things that we don't mean."

A couple of minutes go by of Peyton looking out the window and Brooke playing with the radio station and trying to drive, all in one shot.

"Why don't you let anyone in Peyt? "

"Stop."

"I know you stopped drawing."

"Brooke you don't know shit, okay? You think you do, but you don't."

"You don't know shit. You don't even know what is going on with me."

"God Brooke, you cannot expect me to be a mind reader, I can't know what's going on with you without you actually telling me."

"But your supposed to." Brooke said while pouting

Peyton chuckled at this. She was the one having all the problems and Brooke needed the friend.

"Well, let's hear it."

"Never mind now."

"Here comes back the one of many alter egos of Brooke Davis. The childish ego has been the one popping out lately. "

"Now that you know something is wrong, it makes the whole situation totally different."

"Oh God, the ego is staying for round two. Someone get the hose, we might have to hose this one down. "

"This is all a game to you."

"You're the one playing a game."

Peyton was weak, but she always had enough strength to piss of Brooke.

Brooke decided that it was time to get some rest. She was done. Brooke did this whole "roadtrip"

thing for Peyton and she couldn't even listen to her for a goddam second. She knew something was up with Peyt, but sometimes she needed someone to be her rock. Don't get me wrong Lucas was a good rock, but sometimes he just didn't get the idea of a why a girl eating a carton of rocky road ice cream made her feel better, or when a guy asks if your on your period is just as much of an offense as saying she looks fat in that outfit.

Brooke pulled into the parking lot of a Holiday Inn. Brooke got out of Peyton's Cadillac and headed toward the entrance while Peyton was taking care of all the luggage.

"May I help you ?" said a petite lady

"Yes, I need tow rooms that conjoin together."

"Sure, how many nights?"

"Just one."

"Okay here are your keys. Your room numbers are 313 and 315. Enjoy your visit at the Holiday Inn."

Peyton got all of their luggage out of her car.

"Jeez Brooke, what the hell did you pack?"

Peyton went to one room and Brooke went to the other.

"I'm going to get a massage." said a still pissed Brooke

Peyton didn't say anything, she just walked into her room, but she only made a few steps before falling to her knees. She was so weak, she didn't even know how she made it this far and this was only their first day. Peyton laid there feeling useless. Something is wrong, but Peyton being the stubborn person she is refuses to anything about it. She managed to get enough strength to make it into the bathroom and she finally got control of her muscles again and stood up. She took her clothes off and started to turn the water on when she looked at herself in the mirror. She had bruises all over her body. She had them on her stomach, upper arms, and the most was on her upper thighs. She rushed to put her clothes on because she couldn't stand to see her body in this state. Peyton sat in the corner of the room with her knees up to her chin and started to sob.

Brooke put her suitcases in her room and applied some make up. You never know when a cute guy can be just around the corner. She left her room without even telling Peyton. Brooke was still furious. She got downstairs and into the salon. She sat there waiting for about ten minutes. During that time she read an interesting issue of Cosmopolitan.

A tall blonde guy came out and looked straight at Brooke.

"Brooke Davis." he stated loudly

'He is cute, but totally gay.' she thought to herself

"Lay down and relax. So what brings you to the Holiday Inn this beautiful day?"

"Well, my friend and I are on a roadtrip and we ended up staying here for a night."

"Oh fun!"

"It's not really going the way I planned. This was supposed to get us back on track, but she just doesn't listen to me sometimes or she thinks this is all a game. She never let's anyone in and it can drive a girl to drink. I know that I hurt her last month, but that doesn't mean she has the right to bury her feelings. This was all about trying to figure it out."

"You need to talk to her because you never know what's wrong. Put your feelings aside for your friend and shut up and listen. Okay, that will be $50.00."

Brooke handed him her card and she was off. She went upstairs and knocked on Peyton's door. She was going to put her feelings and worries aside and just listen. No one answered. Brooke slowly opened her door and found Peyton on the floor sobbing.

"Peyton" Brooke rushed to her and lifted her to her lap. "Peyton can you hear me are you okay?"

Both of there cheeks were becoming stained with tears.

"I have no one Brooke."

"You have me."

"I don't have him. I need him Brooke."

Brooke pulled Peyton into one of their famous "side hugs."

"Who?"

"Jake." was all she was able to muster

"Then you are going to like are next stop P.Sawyer."

Brooke sat their with Peyton crying on her shoulder. She knew that they had gotten somewhere, but this wasn't what was bothering her, at least not all of it.