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Chapter 12(Davis)-One Week Later

I woke up slowly and stretched, reveling at how each day I was getting less and less sore. One of my arms bumped into P. Sawyer and she grumbled, burying her head underneath the covers. I smiled. She wasn't a morning person. I slowly got out of bed, so I wouldn't wake her up. An inspiration struck me; she'd probably be hungry when she got up. I trotted downstairs to the Sawyer's kitchen and proceeded to make a delicious, nutritious breakfast…i.e heat up Eggo waffles.

While I stuck the Eggos in the toaster, I smiled at how great this week had been. Sure, it had basically taken a horrible guy trying to kill us both but Peyton and I were finally back on track. My room had freaked me out after the attack so Peyton had graciously asked me to stay at her house. It meant that I wouldn't have to deal with so many bad memories and it also meant that she would be right there to protect me, so it was a win-win.

We hadn't talked much about the whole Lucas fiasco over the past week. I think that we were just focused on fixing us, instead of worrying about everyone else. I'd even not discussed her little drug problem with her. As far as I knew it was in the past and that she hadn't used since the attack but I still wanted to talk about it. The toaster binged and I slid our waffles onto a plate and went upstairs, carrying the syrup. P. Sawyer would love me for bringing her breakfast in bed.

"P-e-ytoooon," I sang as I entered her room, "Rise and shine!"

Her head poked a little out from under the blanket and one green eye glared death at me.

"I made waffles." I waved the plate in the air under her nose, even though I knew she probably couldn't smell them because of her busted nose. She groaned and turned away from me, covering up her head again.

"Peyton Elizabeth Sawyer! You get your butt out of bed. I didn't make a nice breakfast for you to let it get cold." I tried to sound stern but I couldn't really manage it.

I heard her start laughing underneath the covers and I knew that I'd won. I sat down on my side of the bed and started pouring lots of syrup over our waffles. In a second she sat up next to me, eyeing the plate hungrily.

I winced again at the sight of her face…Poor Peyton. Her nose had a splint on it, her bottom lip was busted but was beginning to heal, her eyes still had bruises under them, and her neck still showed Felix's hand marks in a purply-yellow color. Anger surged through me. Anger at Felix for doing this to my beautiful Peyton and at myself for putting her in that situation.

She grabbed a fork off the plate and started digging in. We sat in comfortable silence while we ate. I was just enjoying Peyton's company again. After we got done I sat the plate down on the floor and turned to face Peyton.

She looked surprised at my sudden interest in her, "Ummm…yeah?"

I sighed, "Peyton, we need to talk."

She smiled and laid back down onto her pillow, "Ooookay. What about?"

"You…the drugs."

Instantly I saw her stiffen and I knew that she was seconds away from clamming up. I continued talking, "Peyton, it's serious stuff okay? Drugs, P. Sawyer?"

She glanced up at me and I saw shame and guilt reflecting in her eyes, "I was stupid."

I reached out and touched her hand, "You're not going to do it again right?"

She shook her head and looked me in the eye. Confidently she said, "No, I'm not."

Satisfied I leaned down and wrapped her in a huge hug. Her arms wrapped around me too and for a second I just basked in the warmth of having my best friend again. We still had a lot of work to do but I she meant enough to me, that I would fight for it.

When she pulled away, I saw that tears were glistening in her eyes. She smiled at me, "It's so good to have you again." She gulped and looked down at the bed and I knew that she had something important to tell me. Finally she dragged her eyes up to connect with mine. Solemnly she said, "I promise that I will never, ever, hurt you again, Brooke. When you called me, I was so scared that I would get there too late and you would di…" Her voice choked up on the last word but she continued, "You would get hurt and I wouldn't be there to protect you. I couldn't stand to lose another member of my family."

I gripped her shoulder and made her look right at me so she'd know the truth of my words, "I'm not going anywhere. Okay? You have me no matter what. I promise."

A tear slid down her cheek but she nodded. Then she faked a shaky smile and asked, "So what the hell are we doing up so early?"

I laughed, "I think its time we went back to school. Principal Turner was really nice to give us a week off but…its time, Peyton."

She stared down at the covers and started playing with a stray thread.

"Peyton…why are you so nervous about going back to school?"

She smiled, "I'm not nervous. We better get ready." With that she hopped off the bed and ran into the bathroom.

I frowned. I knew when Peyton was lying to me but I couldn't figure out what she was lying about.