WARNING: This story will contain mature themes, this story is truly rated M, for more than just sexual relations.

DISCLAIMER: I forgot this in the first chapter, so here it is. I unfortunately do not own anyone in this story except for Harley. If I did, Baley would have been together on the show years ago!

THANK YOU: for the reviews guys! I'm glad to know there are some Baley lovers out there enjoying this so far. It's also great to hear that you're already making predictions, but you'll just have to wait for more to find out! Please leave reviews, they'll be what gets me to write new chapters faster! So, this next chapter is dedicated to you three, Baley-fo-life, Leonie1988 and JustLikeBrookeDavis. Without further adieu, I hope you enjoy it!

NOTES: I'd also like to mention that Haley and Brooke have been best friends since forever, think Peyton/Brooke but instead Haley and Brooke.

Walk You Home

By the time Brooke had parked her car in the parking lot in front of her apartment building, Harley had fallen asleep in his car seat. Placing the car into park, and removing her foot from the brake, she pressed the off button on her car. She shook her head, technology these days still never failed to amaze her. She picked up her purse from the seat beside her and got out of the car. Once she had situated herself, she moved to the back door and opened it to retrieve her son. Glancing around, she made sure that nobody she knew was for some odd reason, down on this side of town. It wasn't as if she was embarrassed by her son, it was more along the lines of not wanting the world to know, and not wanting anything to do with the explanation of how Harley came to be. She noticed a few cars parked along the streets, but couldn't see anyone she recognized. It wasn't until she had lifted Harley from his seat and placed him on her hip so he could remain asleep that she saw a black two door Honda Civic coming at her. She thought nothing of it at first, as she grabbed Harley's bags and closed the car door. Beside her, she watched the black car park, and shut off. Brooke turned away and started to walk towards her apartment.

"Brooke," she heard an all too familiar voice call out once she heard a car door slam.

Fuck, Brooke thought to herself as she took in a deep breath, trying to think of the words that could make this situation look less compromising. She took in a deep breath, thankful that Harley had not woken up, which would make it much easier to lie. Harley was a smart little boy, and was never good at not selling his mother out when she told a lie, or as Harley referred to them, a yie. She turned around slowly, plastering a fake smile on her face in preparation.

"Hey Haley," Brooke replied, "I didn't know you got a new car," she attempted to diverge the conversation before Haley could ask any questions.

"My parents got me it for my birthday," Haley replied, looking at the sleeping child in Brooke's arms as she walked closer to her. "Who is this little guy?" Haley asked in a gentle voice, a grin playing on her lips.

Brooke gulped, knowing this question was coming, "His name is Harley. He's my neighbor's son," she quickly lied.

Haley shook her head in disbelief, "you mean to tell me you'd drive all the way to Wilmington to pick up your neighbors son?"

Shit, how long has she been following me? Brooke's thoughts took over as Haley stared at her, then at her son. Now what am I supposed to do? I can't tell her!

"Brooke!" Haley exclaimed, attempting to regain her attention. The outburst caused Brooke to jump, and the little boy in her arms to stir. His tiny hands let go of Brooke's shirt and reached up to his eyes. Harley let out a little yawn and rubbed his eyes.

Leaning up on his mothers' hip, Harley smiled, "Mama home now?"

Brooke tilted her head to look at him and returned his smile, "Yes baby, we're home now. You slept the whole way home."

Harley giggled, "I tired." Brooke smiled and rubbed her free hand through Harley's light brown hair. She turned her attention back to Haley and shrugged her shoulders. She had no choice but to come clean now. Haley was standing before her, jaw dropped, clearly in shock.

"Haley, this is Harley. Harley Sawyer Davis. My son," Brooke said barely above a whisper. Harley looked up at the sound of his name and turned his own attention to the woman standing across from his mother. He lifted his little hand and began to wave at her with a goofy little grin on his face.

Haley finally found words to speak, "Your son? How? When? Why didn't you tell us? Does anyone know?"

Brooke anticipated this, "Let's go upstairs. I want to put Harley back down for the rest of his nap before it gets too late. We can talk inside."

"So he's almost two?" Haley asked as she played with the water in the cup she was holding.

Brooke nodded her head. She hadn't told Haley much, but she knew the logistics. Brooke explained that one bad night had led to the pregnancy, and ever since then she'd had to deal with this alone.

"Why didn't you tell us Brooke? I would have been there for you," Haley told her as she tried to let this new information sink in. It was not what she was expecting when she followed Brooke from school earlier today. Not even a little bit close to what she was expecting to find.

"I couldn't," Brooke told her, shaking her head. It was true. No matter how many times she wanted to open up to her friends, to let them know about her child, she couldn't find the courage to say anything. The thought of exposing Harley to the rest of her life confused her. Part of her was glad that he was just hers. She didn't want to share.

"Don't take this the wrong way, but do you know who his father is?" Haley asked her.

Brooke gulped and yet, managed to let out a single, raspy word, "Yes."

Haley watched the happiness she had just seen in Brooke's eyes when she was talking about Harley disappear and be replaced by emotions Haley had come to know well over the years. Fear, pain, regret. She didn't want to press the issue, but for some reason all she wanted to do was take Brooke in her arms and never let go. Seeing that kind of emotion in Brooke's eyes broke Haley's heart. Slowly, she sat up and reached out for Brooke. She placed her cup of water on the table in front of her. Her hand took hold of Brooke's and she pulled her close. She wrapped her arms around the girl and placed a hand in her hair, running her fingers through it.

"God Brooke, I'm so sorry you had to deal with all of this alone," Haley started as she felt droplets of water landing on her neck. She looked down and saw that Brooke had nuzzled her face into her neck and was now crying, sobbing more like it.

Brooke didn't talk for a while, she just cried, holding on to her best friend for dear life. Haley didn't move, she didn't talk or ask questions, she just held her as she let out all the pent up feelings she'd had ever since that night in New York. A half an hour had passed before Brooke even attempted to pull herself up and away from Haley. Once she had, she let out a pathetic laugh at herself and began wiping the tears off her face with the back of her hand.

"I'm sorry Haley. I wasn't expecting that. Actually, I wasn't really expecting any of this…" Brooke paused for a moment before continuing, "I wasn't ready to tell anyone I guess. Harley's always just been mine. I don't want that to change."

"Brooke," Haley took the girls hand, "your secret is safe with me."

Brooke nodded, looking down at their intertwined hands, suddenly feeling extremely uncomfortable. She pulled her hand away and nodded, trying to brush it off, "thank you Haley."

It had been a week since Haley had found out about Harley. A week since Haley had even spoken to Brooke. If they weren't at school, Haley didn't even see Brooke. It was starting to worry her, and today she planned on discussing it with her. The last thing she wanted was Brooke to be upset, or to think that telling her was a mistake.

Classes had just ended, and everyone was running to their lockers, hoping to get the hell out of the school as quickly as possible to avoid the traffic in the student parking lot. Haley spotted Brooke at her locker and weaved in and out of the crowds of students to reach her. Once she did, she placed a hand on her shoulder, causing Brooke to jump and slam her locker shut.

"Haley," she whimpered, "you scared me."

Haley smiled, "I'm sorry. I just haven't talked to you since I followed you to your apartment, and I guess I'm a little worried."

Brooke shrugged her shoulders, locking her locker as she started to walk away, "I'm okay Hales. I just have to meet with Dr. Riley before I go pick up Harley."

"Brooke, you don't have to pretend to me anymore," Haley told her, putting her arm around Brooke's waist, "I want to be here for you. It's what friends are for."

Brooke paused, turned her body and pulled Haley into a hug, "the fact that you know, and haven't judged me is more than enough for me to know that you're here for me."

Haley returned the hug, smiling as she did so. There was something different about Brooke, and it wasn't just the fact that she had a child. Her entire attitude had changed; she wasn't the same Brooke that she'd grown up with. This Brooke was quiet, much more reserved and stronger. She was beautiful as ever.

"Hey Hales, do you want to come over after I pick up Harley? I'm sure he'd like to formally meet you. I've told him a lot about you guys," Brooke told her.

"My sister has my car," Haley told her after the broke their hug. "I'd need a ride. I mean, I can stick around and wait for you to be done with Dr. Riley. Then come with you, if you want?"

"Come with me," Brooke told her, as they finally reached Dr. Riley's office, "I want you to."

"Brooke, I'm glad you came back," Dr. Riley said as the two girls sat down with her. She offered the two a warm smile, "Who is this?"

Brooke attempted to smile back, but the fact that this situation was so difficult, left her with a halfhearted smile on her face, "This is Haley. She's one of my best friends. After you and I spoke last week, she followed me… and to make a long story short, she knows about Harley."

Dr. Riley nodded and nodded at Haley acknowledging that she may be a good person to have around, "Are you going to feel comfortable talking with Haley in the room?"

"It's okay if you can't," Haley said. "I'll be outside if you need me." She went to stand up, but Brooke's hand quickly reached up and grabbed her by the arm signaling that she did not want her to leave.

Haley smiled, a weird feeling rushing through her body at the fact that Brooke needed her there. She sat back down and took Brooke's hand in hers happily.

"So, before you left, we were talking about Harley. I had asked you about his father, and you got rather upset. Did you want to talk about that now?" Dr. Riley asked Brooke.

"No… yes… no. I don't know." was all Brooke replied.

"Okay, what do you want to talk about?"

"I need help," Brooke finally admitted, "I'm stuck and I can't find a way out. I need to be the kind of mother that my son deserves to have, and I can't while I'm dealing with this." She paused for a minute, looking over at Haley with sad eyes. "Please Haley, don't look at me differently for this. But you need to know too, I need your help."

Haley nodded, "Brooke, I told you earlier, I'm here for you."

"Harley's father is my dealer… was my dealer," Brooke said barely above a whisper.

"Your dealer?" Dr. Riley questioned.

"I was heavily addicted to cocaine," Brooke answered, looking down at her hands, hoping that Haley wouldn't pull hers away. Despite her hopes, Haley slowly pulled her hand away from Brooke, pulling herself away from the girl.

"Haley…" Brooke winced, "please."

Haley didn't reply, she just stared at Brooke with tears in her eyes, willing for her to continue.

"His name was Kyle. At first he was amazing. He treated me like a princess. But, he had a girlfriend… and I don't know why but I let myself be that girl… the girl on the side. Somehow he convinced me to start doing coke with him. I thought I loved him, so naturally I trusted that I would be okay with him. Things were okay for a while, until my addiction developed into something I could barely control. There wasn't a moment that I wasn't on some sort of drug. One night, the night that Harley was conceived… Myself, Kyle and his girlfriend Alyx were hanging out at Kyle's studio… he was a producer out in Brooklyn. We'd just finished getting high, and Kyle and I disappeared into his office. I don't remember much about it. Just that Alyx came in the office not long after and found us. We were just kissing, mostly because I wasn't ready to take our relationship to that level yet. I was only fifteen. Alyx flipped out," Brooke started gently, trying to relive every moment of that night, without letting herself break down. There wasn't a single soul who knew about this incident. Not even her friends in the program knew what had happened. Tears started to fall from Brooke's eyes as the memories came back to her.

"I've pushed this so far back in my mind… I've never told anyone these things before. It happened… and I just ran, and ran as fast as I possibly could," Brooke tried to continue as she wiped her tears from her eyes.

Haley once again reached her hand out to Brooke, holding onto it and giving it a little squeeze, "You can do this Brooke. You're so strong."

"Alyx started yelling. She had done a shitload of coke, and I still to this day swear that she was on Xanex or something too. She was really… not okay. Anyway, she came in the room and started freaking out at Kyle. She started telling him to just fuck me if he wanted to. She kept telling him to do it, and he was trying to reassure her it was nothing. She wouldn't listen. I don't even know where she got it from, but she pulled out a knife. She started threatening to hurt him if he didn't do it. Her expressions went from anger to pure hatred. She looked almost… crazed. She wanted to watch him do things to me that he always did to her. I remember saying I didn't want to, and begging her not to make him do it, telling her I'd do anything if she'd just leave me alone. She told me it was too late, and that when you betray a friend, you deserve what's coming to you. I told her I understood. Next thing I knew, Kyle was doing things to me that I'd never even imagined. I guess it was the drugs, but I let myself enjoy it. I guess that's what made Alyx lose it. She wanted me in pain, but I wasn't. Kyle didn't want to hurt me, and I knew that he wouldn't. We had sex, and Alyx… I guess pretended to be satisfied. She told me I was a slut, and that from there on out I wasn't welcome with their friends. I had figured that was coming, obviously she wouldn't want to be around me anymore. As I turned to leave, she pulled her knife on me. I ran and I got away, but not without a scar. She managed to cut my arm. Kyle had tried to help me, but in his drug induced state, he dropped his weapon. I heard the metal of the gun drop, and turned around just in time to watch Alyx pull the trigger on Kyle. She shot him, turned to me and said something I'll never forget. 'This is your fault slut. I hope you rot in the guilt.' And she turned the gun to herself and pulled the trigger. They both died that night, Kyle and Alyx. I called the police and ran. I ran all the way home from Brooklyn."

By the end of the story, Brooke was hysterical. Her eyes were full of tears, her cheeks stained by older ones. Her nose was dripping with excess mucus and her body was shaking. Her grip on Haley's hand had tightened as she sat, staring at their linked fingers, waiting for someone to say something. When the room remained silent for a while, Brooke lifted her head, and took notice to the two women's faces. Haley's face mirrored that of Brooke's, with tears falling from her eyes rapidly. She didn't know how to handle the fact that her best friend at fifteen had been through such a tragic night, so all she did was squeeze Brooke's hand tighter.

"Brooke," Dr. Riley started, she herself had tears in her eyes. The girl sitting before her was a mess… a mess over a night that many people would never be able to get through. "You've kept this in for this long?"

Brooke nodded her head, "I was consumed by the guilt, and then I found out I was pregnant… and I fell apart. I screwed up so much… I am screwed up, and I turned into a person I could never look at in the mirror. I'm ashamed of myself. I let these things happen, there's no one to blame for any of this but myself. Two people died because of me and my actions."

"Brooke, you can't think that way," Haley started to say. "You're not screwed up. This wasn't your fault! You made a few mistakes, but Alyx killed Kyle. Alyx killed herself. Not you. You didn't kill either of them."

"My actions led her to that," Brooke said, "I've accepted that."

"I'm glad you let this out Brooke," Dr. Riley said gently, "do you want to continue this next week? I think you've made a huge step in the process to getting past these things."

Brooke nodded, "I can't take anymore talking today."

And there we have it, chapter two! And, now we know about Harley's father. There's stil so much more to tell about Brooke's last two years… so stay tuned for lots of drama and angst out of our little Brooke! This story definitely gives her a dark side. So far, there's been nothing but Baley friendship, but I can assure you that chapter three is going to be the beginning of something wonderful! Please review, it makes me write faster!