OKAY SO IM REALLY HAPPY ON HOW THE BOOK IS GOING. I LOVE THE REVIEWS AND THE YOU PEOPLE WHO ARE GIVING THEM AND READING THE STORY. I'VE CHANGED MY MIND ABOUT TELLING HAILEY I'M GANNA PUT A LITTLE TWIST IN THIS CHAPTER.

OH AND JUST TO MAKE SOMETHING CLEAR I'VE MADE A MISTAKE ON SOME OF MY CHAPTERS EVERY TIME I SAID othfan16 I REALLY MEANT othluvr16…SORRY ABOUT THAT….

OKAY SO HERE'S CHAPTER 7 ITS A LITTLE RUSHED BECAUSE I DIDN'T HAVE THAT MUCH FREE TIME..I KNOW THAT'S NOT AN EXCUSE BUT WHAT CAN YOU DO RIGHT...ALTHOUGH ITS STILL OKAY I THINK...

O AND I DO NOT KNOW IF WE HAVE TO DO THAT COPYRIGHT THING BUT I DO NOT OWN ONE TREE HILL OR THE CHARACTERS(WISH I DID THOUGH) YADA YADA BL AA BL AA BL AA YOU ALL KNOW HOW IT GOES

Chapter 7

Sam had been just lying there awake for an hour and a half. She didn't want to move. She didn't want the feeling of safety to go away. She wished she could just lie in Brooke's arms protected from the rest of the world, forever. But she knew she had to face the facts. First, Sam was hurting herself and Brooke keeping this secret. Second, there was a good possibility that by Sam just lying there doing nothing Jack, her best friend in the whole world, could be dying. And third, it was only a matter of time before Xavier came after her and Brooke. She was completely stumped. All choices seemed to end badly. Don't tell Brooke, she could get hurt. Tell Brooke, Brooke would probably be pissed at Sam for not telling her.

Sam listened as her mother slept. Her steady breathing comforted Sam. Then she remembered the previous night and the dream she had had. She remembered the look on Brooke's face when she had woke up screaming and she knew that she had practically scared her to death.

"Sam why are you up so early?" asked Brooke kind of worried.

"Its almost lunch time mom." said Sam humorously.

"Well then why were you just lying here?" asked Brooke curiously.

"I feel better when I'm just lying by you. I was still a little freaked about the nightmare that I had last night." replied Sam truthfully.

"Oh honey about that I know you probably don't want to talk about it but what was that dream about" asked Brooke.

"Um….you." said Sam.

"Me?!" said Brooke.

"It's my fault." said Sam beginning to cry.

Brooke hugged her and tried to sooth her. She wished that she could get inside Sam's mind so she could know what was wrong and how she could help her because that's all she wanted to do. She wanted to help Sam move on from whatever this was. A secret, a mistake, an accident….it didn't matter to Brooke. All that mattered was that whatever this was it was hurting Sam and Brooke wanted to stop that.

"Honey what's your fault?" asked Brooke.

Sam wouldn't talk. She couldn't. What was she supposed to say? 'Oh Brooke I'm so sorry but X broke out of prison two and a half weeks ago and I've been hiding it from you. I thought it was the right decision but then I began to have really scary dreams of you dying and stuff.' Somehow that didn't really seem like a conversation you would have between 'Do you want pancakes or eggs?' and 'Can you pass the syrup?'

Brooke knew that Sam wasn't going to answer so she just let her cry on her shoulder. Soon enough Sam had fallen asleep again.

Brooke could tell that she had'nt had a good night sleep last night or the past two and a half weeks for that matter. Brooke slowly got of the bed her foot landed on something sharp and she practically fell. She held her foot in pain as she looked down and the pen and notebook that created it. She read the title: When I Dream.

Brooke went to the kitchen and sat at the table. She ignored the fierce growling of her stomach and began to read:

When I Dream

By Samantha Davis

"Davis nice touch" Brooke thought.

She continued to read:

When I dream the world becomes a blur.

I try to squint so that I can see clearly the message laid out to me.

And I think about how we once were.

What I was once able to see.

When I dream the fear comes back.

It burdens me with suffering and pain.

And I wonder what it is that I lack,

Because I don't have the will to keep sane.

When I dream it's of her,

The one who I most adore and love.

And the emotions begin to stir.

And I pray to god above

Because when I dream of her I fail.

I fail to accomplish my goal.

I get so angry that I want to wail.

Because the pain I cause creates a hole.

Every time I dream the whole largens

Because I let her slip away

And I wish to make bargains,

Bargains to save her life as she did for me on that lovely day.

When I dream I lose her,

I lose her to that which I despise above all.

And I always seem to wonder.

Why can't I get over this wall?

This wall in my dreams that keeps me from protecting her.

That makes it possible for him to hurt the ones I love.

And I wish I was tougher.

So the dream doesn't have to end with me crying and asking why to god above.

Brooke felt the tears run down her cheeks. She understood that Sam was having dreams of her dying by a person who Sam had only referred to as "he". Now Brooke was starting to understand why Sam had been acting so weird around her. And why Sam had said that it was her fault. This was killing Sam. Brooke didn't understand why Sam just wouldn't come out and say it. She guessed that Sam was probably too scared to admit it and probably thought that she would be mad at her.

Brooke wiped the tears off her face and took a deep breath. Then she got up and made her way to the sink. She grabbed a nearby glass and filled it with cold water. After she was done she contemplated on whether or not to look through the rest of the notebook but quickly decided that she had had her fair share of practically freaking out for the at least three more years. Although she knew that until Sam finally came out with what was wrong then the worrying and scariness would continue.

Brooke closed the notebook and slowly and walked quietly back into Samantha's room. She saw that the brunette was curled up in a ball again. She realized that this was some sort of security blanket for Sam. Brooke placed the pen and notebook back in the spot that she found it. Then she sat on Sam's bed and stroked her hair.

"Oh honey." she wispered, "You don't have to be scared Im not going anywhere. And no one is ever going to hurt you if I can help it. I love you so much baby."

She kissed Sam on the forehead. She wished that she could hold her in her arms all day and protect her from the thing that was hurting her little girl so much. This was driving Brooke practically insane.

Peyton walked up to Brooke's door, took a deep breath, and knocked.

Brooke heard this from Sam's room and got up. She walked over to the door and peeked through the peek hole.

"SHIT!!!" she thought to herself.

She had totally forgotten about Peyton coming to pick up Sam today. She slowly opened the door.

"Hey Peyton. I'm so sorry I totally forgot you were coming." said Brooke.

"Its okay so anything new with her yet?" asked Peyton.

"She had another nightmare last night." said Brooke.

Brooke didn't really want to bring it up again. It was bad enough that it had happened once. Talking about it would be exactly like reliving it but she knew that she needed to talk. So she and Peyton sat on the sofa. Brooke turned her body so that she was completely facing Brooke.

"She woke up and screamed don't hurt her. Peyton she was talking about me. She was dreaming about me. All of this is because some guy, I don't know his name or anything..."explained Brooke.

She was on the verge of breaking down again. Peyton couldn't understand what Brooke was trying to say.

"Honey I don't understand." said Peyton.

"She dreams of someone hurting me....killing me." said Brooke.

Suddenly she burst into tears. Peyton took her broken best friend into her arms. She knew that Brooke was really scared for Sam.

"Mom.."said a weak voice behind them.

Both Peyton and Brooke turned around to see Sam just standing there. Brooke quickly wiped her tears. She didn't want Sam to see her like this.

"Hey Sammy." said Peyton.

Sam was panicking. She knew that Lucas had told Peyton and now Brooke knew. She began to hyperventilate. Suddenly she began to feel really dizzy. Brooke noticed that Sam was as white as a sheet. She was wt her side within seconds.

"Sam...Samantha whats wrong. Sweat heart talk to me." said Brooke.

She guided Sam to the sofa and they sat down. Sam began to recoup. She looked at her mother's face which was wet with tears.

"Lucas told you...." was all Sam could say.

TA DA WELL THAT WAS THE TWIST I WAS TALKING ABOUT. OH AND I TOTALLY WINGED THE POEM SO ITS A LITTLE CHEESY...WELL THERE'S CHAPTER 7 SORRY IT TOOK SO LONG.

WELL REVIEW AND TELL ME WATCHA THINK..

COMING UP...

BROOKE FINDS OUT THE TRUTH

BROOKE COMES FACE TO FACE(WELL ACTUALLY VOICE TO VOICE) WITH X

JACK ESCAPES FROM X

SAM GETS ATTACKED( IN LIKE 3 OR 4 CHAPTERS)