A/N: This is mainly a stuffy. I'm sorry it took so long, schools keeping me busy! Enjoy!
Summary: After finding out that her father was most likely never going to be found, Peyton Sawyer makes a life-altering decision in a matter of seconds.
Chapter two: Beauty In a Break Down
When you get to the end of your rope, tie a knot and hang on.
Peyton woke up the next morning with a really bad headache, or maybe it was heartache. She couldn't tell.
She looked at the phone, two thirty; she then looked at her answering machine.
Five messages.
"Hey Peyton, Its Brooke. Jake came over and he told me what happened. Drugs again? Peyton.-"
Delete.
"Hey Peyton, its Lucas. I'm worried about you, Brooke came to the house and said you didn't answer… and you locked your doors… You never-"
Delete.
"Hey Peyton, Its Jake. Look, I know things went badly yesterday. But I need a babysitter-"
Delete.
"Asshole." She muttered, he breaks up with her and then ask her to baby-sit? What was wrong with him?
"Hello Ms. Sawyer? This is Mark Jackson; I lead your dad department… Its been two weeks, we haven't found much, only things he brought on the trip. Among found, his wedding sing, pictures of you, and other things. We sent them today; they should be in next week. We are very sorry for your loss. Thanks, bye."
Peyton couldn't believe it, he was gone. The one, who had always been there, wasn't there anymore.
Peyton decided she wasn't going to cry, there was hope. There was Hope to everyone, everything.
She grabbed some of her clothes and then grabbed her cheerleading bag. She took out everything that had been in the bag and put the clothes she had grabbed before hand in the bag. She grabbed her I-pod and then some money. Lastly, she grabbed her car keys.
She just couldn't take it.
Jake had always said she was strong, but then again they were always together when he said that.
Peyton took one last look at the house she use to call home, and then drove off and as far as she was concerned, she wasn't coming back.
She didn't care, for once. She didn't care if Jake worried, or if Jake hated her after this. She didn't care if Brooke never talked to her again. She just didn't care.
When you get to the end of your rope, tie a knot and hang on.