What about that plot twist? I guarantee most of you saw it coming. Anyway, this chapter is short and boring, but hey you have to start somewhere.
Peyton shifted in her spot. She had really thought she was going to die that night, she didn't think Brooke would come home so soon.
"Peyton?"
"I don't know, Brooke!" Peyton whined.
Brooke nodded, "alright." She then thought back to the conversation she had with Lindsey this morning and thought it would be a good time to bring it up to shift the conversation. "So I was talking to Lindsey this morning-"
"You told her?"
"Only because she went through serious depression after he dad died. She asked about you all of the time, she knows a little bit about what you're going through."
Peyton lifted the blanket from her knees and stood, quickly walking to her room.
"Where are you going?"
"Brooke, she knows nothing about what I'm going through. Nobody knows anything!" She yelled.
Brooke stood and walked over to the blonde, placing her hand on her shoulders. "Peyton, I can't help you if you don't let me in. Can't we just talk about it, honey?"
"No!" She jerked away. She walked into her room and slid a pair of skinny jeans onto her thin legs and put her black chucks on. After combing her hair with her fingers she pulled it back into a ponytail and grabbed her keys.
"Stop it!" Brooke yelled, not moving from her spot as Peyton made her way to the front door.
"Peyton stop!" And the door slammed shut. She listened as Peyton started her car and sped off, her tires screeching loudly.
"She said nothing about where she was going?"
Brooke shook her head. She glanced up at the front door as she tightly hugged the pillow. "I went to Tric 5 times, I called her cell, I went to the cemetary, the Rivercourt-where else would she go, Hales?"
Haley shrugged, "she just needs space...Brooke what exactly happened?"
"I can't really say, but it has nothing to do with you-know-who."
"I just hope she comes home..."
Brooke hugged the pillow even tighter, "I'll never forgive myself."
How did Brooke not find her yet? Peyton sat under the bridge as her legs dangled. It was their spot. Why wouldn't Brooke come here first? She said as the tears began flowing down her cheeks quickly, and nearly jumped out of her skin when she heard the sound of a stick snapping behind her.
