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I wake up to darkness. I actually slept for hours, uninterrupted hours. I don't remember the last time that happened. I look over at the person next to me. "Oh god", I whisper. It's Jake. It is all coming back to me. The fight, or rather rant with Lucas, the sob fest with Jake. I am such a mess. I need to get myself together, but I just keep falling further down the slope.

I try to move off the bed without waking Jake, but it doesn't work.

"Peyton?" Jake mumbles.

"Um… Hey Jake." I whisper, dropping my head as I sit up turning away from him. He touches my back and my body tenses up. I can tell from the way he removes his hand that he felt it too.

"Peyt, how about something to eat?" Jake asks as he get up from his side of the bed.

I respond with a simple "Yeah." We get up and he grabs my hand and leads me into the kitchen. I look at the door to Jenny's room and back to him. "She's with Nikki for the night." I simply nod and continue down the hall.

He begins working in the kitchen as I sit on the stool at the counter. Neither of us speaks as he makes a couple of ham sandwiches along with some ice tea. He places the meal in front of me and speaks for the second time. "I grabbed your stuff out of your car." I look up at him. "Your phone kept going off, so I checked your miss called. You have a lot of people looking for you and worried about you. Lucas called like fifteen times and you had almost as many from Karen." He takes a drink of tea and a few bites hoping that I will speak. I don't say anything. I continue to pick at the sandwich in front of me. "I called Karen." For the first time I look up at him, our eyes connect. "More than 30 missed calls from Lucas, Karen, Nathan and Haley. Peyton, I had to call and let them know you were alright."

I look down at my plate again and nod my head a few times. "No Brooke though? Or my dad?" I was with a question in my voice. Jake just looks at me and finally shakes his head no. I get up and walk towards the living room. "What's the point then? I can't go back there. There's nothing left for me in Tree Hill. Only pain and loneliness." Jake sits down next to me on the couch. "I can't stay here either. It's not fair. I'm sorry Jake, I shouldn't have come here."

He takes my hands in his, "No, I glad you came." He smiles at me.

My eyes fill up with tears. "No, Jake. You were right." He gives me a questioning look. "I... I'm.. I have feelings for Lucas." A half sob catches in my throat.

Jake lifts my head so I am looking at him. "I know... I know you are Peyton. It's ok, really it is." Jake says as he pulls me into a hug. "Peyton, Karen... When I talked to her, she told me about some stuff. She told me that you were moving in with her because some psycho is stalking you and when Lucas went to help you pack you got upset and left." He took a deep breath, "Did you tell Lucas how you feel about him?"

I laugh, "Other the time when I was bleeding out on the library carpet and thought I was going to die?" I look up at him. He nods "No, I can't tell him. He loves Brooke."

Jake nods with an understanding, "What happened with you and Brooke? You mentioned that she wouldn't have been one of the missed calls."

I take a deep breath and pull the blanket Jake gave me around my body. " I… Um… told her that I still had feelings for Lucas. I mean when I got back from visiting you here, in Savannah. Obviously, she didn't take it well." I finish with a half laugh. "She slapped me and called me a back-stabbing whore."

Jake pulled back a little. "What did you expect? Did you think that she would say, "that's ok, you can have him?" Jesus Peyton." I sit up straight and move to the end of the couch, my eyes filling with tears. "You told your best friend you were in love with her boyfriend."

"I… I… No!" I finally spit out. "I told her that I thought I still had some feelings for him. That I wanted to be honest, so she would understand why I couldn't be around as much… Why I was struggling to be there, it was hard for me." I got up from the couch. Becoming more frustrated, thinking about all I had been through in the past month. "If it was the other way around I may have been upset, alright I would have been upset, but I would never have treated her the way she has been treating me. She hit me, made fun of me; she yelled at me for missing cheer practice, made it so difficult for the other girls that I finally quit cheerleading. She made fun of my mom's death, Jake. I stopped in pacing and looked at Jake. "There is no way she ever loved me, any of them… even my dad. I was attacked… I …" I sink to the floor in sobs "I... I was raped" Jake just looks at me, as I pull my leg to my chest, rocking back and forth. I continue to talk through my sobs. "He touched me, Jake. He hurt me and they should know that I'm falling apart inside. They shouldn't have to ask and then believe me when I say that I'm ok. I can't do this anymore. I can't pretend. I don't want too." I start to hyperventilate. "My chest, I can't breath."

Jake falls to the floor beside me rubbing my back. "Peyton, just breathe, calm down."

"I can't… I can't breathe." I gasp. "It hurts, Jake."

"I know Peyton, just hang on" Jake says as he jumps and runs from the room. He comes back with his phone. "I'm calling the hospital."

I hear him talking on the phone. Explaining what is going on. He hangs up the phone and grabs his keys. "Come on Peyton, I'm taking you to the hospital."

I would fight it if I could, but I can't catch my breath enough to say anything. Jake picks me up and grabs my purse and carries me out to his car.

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