I've finally updated. I'm so glad. I've been thinking lately, and I've found the next three songs for the next three chapters! Yes! Hehe. I'm going to Catalina on Sunday until Friday, so I won't be updating. This chapter's song is Dangerous To Know by Hilary Duff. Here are Chapter Seven's reviews:

Blunderful Ballerina: Haha, I was going to make it dramatic, but decided it would be better if I added a little comedy before all the drama! Thanks for reviewing!

Duckygirl: Thanks! I'm glad you like the story!

Tamplin: Don't worry, he'll find out soon enough, and we can only hope he chooses the best option once he does.

HalesnLukeBFF4ever: Thanks like so much! Lol!

Some secrets need to be kept
Some stories should never be told
Some reasons shouldn't be understood
They just might turn your blood cold

Who needs all the answers?
Who takes all the chances?
Who said the truth's gonna save you?
When the truth can be dangerous

Like the way I feel
It's all right to steal
What I need from you
Do what I have to do
Say what I have to say
Go where I have to go
And that's dangerous
Dangerous to know

I was a law onto myself
When you found me out on my own
Together nothing was sacred
Together we where alone

Who needs all the questions?
Who lost their direction?
Who said a lie's gonna break you?
When a lie could be dangerous

Like the way I feel
It's all right to steal
What I need from you
Do what I have to do
Say what I have to say
Go where I have to go
And that's dangerous
Dangerous to know

Ignorance is bliss
You're safe when you resist
There's no safety in a kiss like this
It's dangerous
So kiss me
Kiss me

Like the way I feel
It's all right to steal
What I need from
Do what I have to do
Say what I have to say
Go where I have to go
And that's dangerous
Dangerous
Like the way I feel
It's all right to steal
What I need from
Do what I have to do
Say what I have to say
Go where I have to go
And that's dangerous
Dangerous to know

Some secrets need to be kept

I shift my gaze nervously from the plate that had been so perfectly set up by our latest maid, Rosario, up to my parents. My clammy hands smooth out my black and white polka-dot dress, as I sigh.

My mother is looking at me expectantly, staring at me with her eyes that remind me so much of my own. "Brooklyn is there something you want to tell us?"

There it was. My real first name. One that I hadn't gone by since I was about three. If any vindictive person found out , they could use the fact against me. My name had been an epidural-enhanced decision, thanks to a poster of the city of Brooklyn hanging on the wall, instead of the flashy name 'Brooke' that would make anyone believe that the baby had been so beautiful that her parents had felt it necessary to name her after the legendary beautiful actress, Brooke Shields.

I bit my lip, contemplating my choices. I could either tell them, and hope they didn't kick me out, or let them find out on their own terms, and expect to be kicked out.

"I'm pregnant, and I'm keeping the baby." I look between my mother and father, who both seem to be in shock.

My dad laughs bitterly. "I'm not exactly surprised."

"Brooke, what do you think this could do to our family's reputation?" Anger is apparent in her voice, and I swear I could have laughed right then and there.

I was going to be having a baby, and all my mom could think to care about was her status in society.

My lips curl down into a frown. "I don't know, Mom. I was just wondering what you suggested I do?"

"Pack your stuff." My father says simply, beginning to eat again.

My eyes water, as he says the word. That's it. I'm going to be homeless for the rest of my life, and my dad couldn't feel less guilty about it.

"You're making me live on the street?" I can tell I sound lost, like a young girl searching for the answers. I guess I kind of was, and I'd already been so many times before. I could proudly pronounce myself a pregnant six year old.

My mom starts laughing, and my dad smirks. "No dear. That would completely shatter our reputation. Your Aunt Rebecca lives in Raleigh, and you'll be going to stay with her until the child is born. We'll be supplying a monthly allowance for you and your child. No one in Tree Hill asks, and if anyone in Raleigh asks, it's Rebecca's child. Simple as that."

Well, it's better then being homeless. But still, it's horrible. They're going to make me leave my home to go stay in a place I hardly know, and deny my child is mine? No way. I'll take the money, but if anyone asks, my baby is my baby.

And my parents can deal with that.

"Fine." I mutter, standing up from the table, feeling completely numb. I walk towards my room, slamming the door. My bedside table stares at me, luring me towards it. I find myself moving slowly towards the brown object, and pretty soon I feel my arms looking through the table furiously, trying to find the tiny silver object I know so well.

It's wrong. I'm pregnant, I realize that. But It's not like I'll be hurting my baby in any way, and now causes for desperate measures.

Minutes later, I feel the blood trickle down my arms, and I'm satisfied. God, how sick and twisted am I, that I enjoy this pain?

My parents want me to keep my baby a secret, that's why. When Lucas told his Mom I was pregnant, I'm almost sure she accepted our baby with open arms. My parents? No way in hell would their daughter be caught pregnant at sixteen.

As I laid down onto my bed, allowing tears to stream down my face, I reached underneath my pillow, pulling out a book entitled 'Baby Names'. I sigh dreamily, running my hands over the glossy cover.

My fingers open the book to a random page, and my eyes land on the first name on the page. Summer. Summer Davis, that just could work.

I guess this secret is just special to me, and for others, dangerous to know.