Special thanks to diane and tess mtiv for the super long review. So I have to warn you about this chapter. It gets graphic and I know alot of you are going to be super pissed at me but I have to ask to please stick with it and it does get better. I am already bracing for the reviews on this one so when you get done don't hold back...I'm a big girl and I can take it. Soooooo I guess enough stalling. Read on. Oh and I own nothing of OTH.

Chapter 4

Remembering

It was pouring out that night. Lucas had been trying to focus. His book, his life in general had been going off the rails since the big discovery of him and Peyton in his bed. Brooke wouldn't speak or look at him even when he managed to get the two of them in the same room. Things hadn't gone so well when he cornered her at his mother's café earlier either when he told her yo meet him there and that it was about Jamie.

"Brooke baby I just wanted to see you-"

"So you used my god son to lure me here. Real nice Luke. I thought something was really wrong" she yelled at him as she punched him in his chest. Patrons of the café started to look on.

"Can we take this in the back, maybe-" he suggested as he grabbed her arm to try and coax her away from prying eyes when she snatched away.

"Don't you touch me, I'm not going anywhere with you"

He had begged her to forgive him and stop being such a drama queen and that's when the bell over the front door rang signaling a new customer sounded and in walks Peyton. Brooke's eyes swapped from Lucas to the curly headed blonde and back. Her face screw up into a vision of disgust. In her mind she had convinced herself that Lucas must've planned on meeting Peyton there so there was no way she would listen to reason. She screamed at him for being the heartless bastard everyone thought he was and that for the rest of his life he'd always regret doing this to her. She threatened that he would feel her pain by the end of the night. Lucas looked after her as she stormed out of the cafe and all eyes were on him. He then looked over at a moony eyed Peyton who defiantly would be more than happy to boost Lucas' ego after Brooke tore him down. He was kind of proud of himself. Peyton wasn't a 10 like Brooke, a solid 8, but he was the guy that got her to abandon her morals and code of friendship for a few nights of heavy breathing underneath him. He didn't do it for the sex, hell the sex with Brooke was more than enough but it was the thrill of the chase that drew him in. Poaching your girls best bud was like a trophy of huge proportions. What he hadn't counted on was Peyton wasn't a one timer. What he hadn't thought out was that once Peyton had a taste she practically set him up to be caught the second time. What he hadn't seen coming was Brooke being the one to catch them while he was mid thrust. He hated he hurt her. He never wanted to have her find out his transgressions that way. He loved her in his own sick and twisted way. His attention was drawn out of his thoughts at the sound of something hitting the papers in front of him. When he looked he saw it was clearly a used condom.

"What the fuck!" He said as he spun around to see who the hell would do something so disgusting. When he saw, he wished he didn't.

"Aren't you going to ask me what that is" Brooke asked as she stepped further into his room, removing her coat. His eyes adjusted to the oh so tight black dress she wore that stopped way too high up on her thigh and plunged way to low revealing all the cleavage that he use to claim as his. The way she shifted her hips suggested she was waiting.

"I can see that it's a condom."

"A used condom."

"Okay, I'll bite. Used by who" he said as he spun around to face her in his chair. The smug look on his face was fit to be wiped off and Brooke couldn't wait to do it.

"Your brother…and me."

He looked like he had been punched in the gut. The one thing that sickened him to no end was knowing he and his brother had been inside something that was clearly his. True Lucas wasn't her boyfriend but she knew she was his property. He had claimed her before Nathan and that was the end of that because he didn't like to share. The one thing Lucas hated more than his father was sleeping with a woman who had also slept with his brother. He used to jokingly call it double tap. One of the things he use to ask right off the bat was if the girl had ever know his brother in the biblical sense. Anyone who answered yes always got the door. It took him having to ask Nathan himself if he and Brooke had ever done it for him to believe it. To Lucas, he never believed that someone as hot as Brooke, best friend or not, had never been tapped by Nathan Scott. He was an even bigger man whore then him. He had to eat those words however when Nathan himself physically flinched at the notion of him sleeping with a girl he considered a sister. Lucas was pissed because either she was telling a lie to get to him or she was telling the truth and she had got to him.

"What did you say?"

His hands were trembling with anger, waiting for her response.

"You heard me, but if you want details…I just got done with having really great sex with the other Scott boy and I gotta say…he was defiantly worth the wait."

Before even he knew what he was doing he was out of his chair and across the room and doing something he promised to never do again. He hit her. The back of his hand swung back and connected with fury to the side of her face and before she could recover her back hit the adjacent wall and his hands were wrapped around her neck. At first she didn't know what hit her. She was still reeling from the back hand that she didn't even feel her body collide with the wall. She didn't recover till she felt the vice grip tighten around her wind pipe, then her eyes adjusted and she saw the eyes that were starring back at her. The eyes she once said she loved, the eyes that use to place such faith in were now dark, evil and void of any humanity that she usually saw. Had she gone too far? This was the thing that shot through her head. The tighter the grip got the harder it got to breath. Her gasps for him to stop fell on deaf ears and suddenly she realized she had to help herself. She was near a black out when she managed to grab one of his trophies off the book shelf he had her pinned next to and bash it into his face. He was only dazed for a moment so she hooked her leg around his and they went crashing to the floor. Immediately her hands went to her throat trying to gasp at any little bit of air and crawl away. She thought it was over until she felt him climbing on top of her and flipping her over. He gripped her by her hair to stop her from turning away from his wrath. The only thing he could do was scream why as furious tears stung at his eyes and fell to her face. He screamed it over and over in her face as more tears appeared. He hadn't realized how much she hurt him with this until then. She had purposely hurt him and was happy about it. Happy to rub in his face that his brother could have her and he couldn't. His hand connected with her cheek bone once again and the scream that escaped her lips alerted the person that was approaching. His rage didn't subside till he felt his body being lifted from the floor and from her. When he gathered his sanity he looked around. There on the floor was Brooke, her lip was bleeding and she was crying uncontrollably. Then he felt a hand in his chest pushing him further away from the Brooke and his eyes connected with the last person he expected to see that moment. His brother. Any amount of restraint he had was gone. He flew at his brother, attacking him with everything he had. Brooke's screams along with his own filled the air. Neither of them saw her get up off the floor and dart out the door. None of them saw her sobbing so hard she couldn't breath, not till it was too late to stop her. By the time Nathan pushed Lucas off of him Haley was walking in and yelled at them both to stop fighting and explain what she had just walked in on. The room was quiet long enough for them to hear tires peel off down the road and into the rain filled streets of Tree Hill.

"Go after her Haley!"

"Not until you two calm down."

"Haley we don't have time for this, GO AFTER HER!"

"Nathan what is going on, let Lucas go!"

Nathan had somehow grabbed ahold of Lucas again and at Haley's request let him go and then repeated his request. She followed his orders because something told her something really bad had either just happened or was about to happen. Without thinking she ran out to her car and followed. Both brothers stood there with nothing but contempt in their eyes.

"ARE YOU FUCKING CRAZY!"

"Am I, you slept with Brooke!"

Nathan looked like he had been stabbed. He was disgusted with himself, possibly more than his brother. Lucas had done something horrible to Brooke because of something he did. True he didn't do it alone but she wouldn't have gotten far if he hadn't let it happen.

"You….You did that to her because she slept with me? DID YOU SEE HER FACE!"

Lucas smirked and let out a soft chuckle. It was evil and right at that moment Nathan thought he was looking at Dan.

"You better pray she's alright. You hear me" he said through gritted teeth. Since he didn't feel he was getting his point across he crossed the room and threw his brother into the wall with all the force he had, "...you sick son of a bitch." He released his brother and was headed out the door when his cell rang. On the other end was Haley…she was crying. He could barely make out what she was saying except accident…Brooke…bridge…water. He turned around to see his brother still pissed but the minute Lucas saw Nathan's face he knew something was wrong. Nathan stumbled back and then Lucas took the phone and heard Haley.

"I can't-I can't find her Luke."

"Haley calm down, what happened."

"She hit the guardrail and the car went over the side of the bridge into the water. I can't see her anymore!"

"What…Haley call 911 and-"

"I DID, I DID! Lucas please come. I can't handle this I'm freaking out."

"It's gonna be okay. We're on our way."

At that moment, Lucas believed what he said. At that second he knew something that he had no way of knowing fully. All those words of reassurance that he had practiced on the way to the accident went out the window the moment he saw the missing gap of guardrail with smears of baby blue paint and an inconsolable Haley wailing in the arms of a police officer. The rain was pouring as it had been for the whole day. The water had been rushing because a weakened dam had broken and there was no sign of a car or it's owner anywhere. Just the lingering sounds of a failed search party giving up because the water was too dangerous. The sight of loosing his forever was something he hadn't prepared himself for and it was the first in a long time that he felt that kind of heartache and it was the first time in a long time his HCM had threatened to take him away from this world. His heart hadn't been strong enough to see that guardrail, the smudges of blue paint from her car, or the look on that officers face that told him all hope was lost.

Lucas awoke in a cold sweat clutching at his chest, trying his best to make his lungs take in the air they so desperately needed. What he didn't know is a woman, clear across the state, was having a similar dream awoke grasping at her neck. She could still feel the vice like grip around her neck and then the cold water that followed. She had the same dream almost every night. The worst part was, she had no idea who she was.

Sophia had woken up in a hospital four hundred and thirty two days ago in a town in the middle of nowhere. She had come in after a passerby spotted her motionless body while he was on his early morning run. He had come down the path closest to the river and he saw something. She had washed ashore, covered in mud, bleeding and barely clinging to life. He carried her all the way back to his car and called the police. He had stayed with her the whole time. Everyday for over a year he was by her side. When she awoke in a strange place with no knowledge of whom she was or even where she came from he felt the need to be there. There was something about her hazel eyes that pulled him in. She was afraid but having a constant in her life like Jake made it bearable. The day he brought her in he saw the hand marks and bruises and knew all too well what a battered woman looked like, after all he had seen it every day from his mother. When he brought her in the doctors wanted to know who she was and he told them she was a friend. After a day or two when she woke up and didn't know what her name was, out of some sense of protection he lied and said she was a friend of his named Sophia Carlisle. He said they had just met when she came to town and she had told him she was running away from her boyfriend who was beating her. Told her and the doctors that's why she had those marks on her. He said he remembers her saying to meet him there at the park that night but she never showed. Then he says he went back that following morning and found her there. Figured maybe the boyfriend found her and did that to her. The doctors saw how extensive her injuries had been and assumed since Jake was such a trustworthy guy he must've been telling the truth. No one questioned him any further and because he had honest eyes, neither did she. Later he would tell her the truth but unbeknownst to him he had done something that would take that girl from the people who loved her most. On the morning when Jake took her home to his place he hadn't noticed just how beautiful she was. The way her chocolate locks waved in the breeze or how the golden flakes in her eyes came to life when she looked into the sun or when she was laughing made it easy for him to fall for her. Sophia had been an answer to his prayers. Jake had just lost his mother, the only family he had and was in a downward spiral when he found her. Sophia too had started to feel things but not the way she expected. The first day Jake kissed her she had a flash of a fuzzy memory. The flash was of her lips being kissed by a man with unforgettably intense blue eyes. The moment she pulled away she could see the smile brewing on Jake's face and that very sight evoked a smile of her own. On that day when she awoke in a cold sweat Jake had been right outside her door and rushing into the room to collect her into his arms and soothe her yet again.

"Same dream?"

"MmmHmm."

"Want to talk about it?"

"Do I ever talk about it?"

"Soph I….I just want you to be okay."

"I know you do Jake."

"Please, just please open up to me."

He had been pleading with her for months now since her first dream to go into detail and every time she clamed up. Today however was the day to 'open pandora's box'. She wrapped her arms around him to bring him close and when she felt his arms tighten around her she felt safe enough to speak.

"I'm somewhere crying. I can feel something around my neck, choking the life out of me. When it lets up then I hear rushing water and then I feel like I'm drowning. It's really dark and I keep screaming for help and no one comes. Then I hear a woman screaming far away and then that my throat burns. I feel like I'm drowning."

"Hey it's okay."

He soothes her but in the back of his mind he gets the nagging feeling he should ask the questions he's wanted to ask since the first night she woke up screaming.

"Do you think it's a memory?"

"I don't know."

"Soph I think you should go see a psych-"

"No Jake I will not go see a shrink" she says quickly releasing from his embrace and walk across the room, putting any kind of distance between the two of them.

"I only say this cause I care but Sophia, what if I made a mistake about lying about your name huh? What if you have a family out there that's looking for you?"

"What if there's some psychotic boyfriend who finds me and wants to finish the job!"

"Soph I could've been wrong. Maybe-"

"No Jake no maybe. I may not know much but I do know there was a reason I ended up in that river and not a good one."

"Maybe you went for a swim" he said off handed.

"In a short black mini dress! No Jake I was battered and bruised all to hell and it was obvious to anyone that someone had had their hands around my neck from the hand print that was still there!"

Her stance was defensive and no matter how fiery her temper got he always seem to think she looked even more beautiful. Once she saw that look she knew what he was thinking. Her angry frown turned into a smirk.

"Don't you make those eyes at me Jake Jagielski."

"What eyes" he said playfully. She walked back across the room and stood in front of him and allowed him to pull her in and snake his arms around her waist. His faced pressed into her stomach and he inhaled. He fingers played in his hair and she couldn't help but relax.

"I'm sorry."

"Jake you don't have anything to be sorry for."

"I just want you to be happy."

"I am happy, I'm happy here with you."

He placed a soft kiss on her stomach and then lifted his head to look her in the eye. He had wanted to BE with her for some time now but for some reason she always pulled away the moment he got close. He had no indication today would be any different but he tried anyway. He stood up and pushed his lips against hers. He pulled her body into his the moment he felt her kiss back. She wanted him too but something in her always made her pull back and like the other times, today was no different. She pushed him away slightly and their eyes met for a moment. Both their breathing was labored from the feverish kiss but it wasn't Jake she saw, it was the blue eyed man that had taken over her dreams. She reached out and traced the tattoo that was on his chest. The small black letters that spelled out 'Brooke' and then as if he was standing next to her she heard the sounds of a little boy screaming Aunt Brooke. It wasn't until she felt Jake shaking her did she snap out of her trance.

"Where did you go?"

"I think my name was Brooke."

Jake looked confused. Unsure of if he really wanted to, he pushed on.

"What makes you say that?"

"I saw…something with the name Brooke and then I heard a little boy call me Aunt Brooke. Do you know what this means?"

"What?"

"That means I may have had a sister or a brother. I'm someone's Aunt!"

Her face lit up. She hadn't felt this elated in a while. The thought of having family out there made her not care so much about if there was a murderous boyfriend out there. Jake was happy for her but at the same time sad. Sophia, possibly Brooke, was all he had now and he was never more afraid than that very moment that he might go back to being alone. No matter how paralyzing, he felt that urge to help her. If there was someone out there he would help her find them…..even if it led to him losing her forever.

So if you made it this far you know Brooke Davis is alive. You also know Jake is who she's with and she has no memory of what happened or who she is. Like I said before the story does get better. Feel free to write out how good or sucky you thought it was.