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

DISCLAIMER: 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! I love them!

JustLikeBrookeDavis: I'm glad you like the story so much that you're making all these predictions! I'm trying not to be too predictable, but you were definitely on the right track on this chapter.

Baley-fo-life: Brooke is definitely going to be shown what real love is, once the story starts to pick up a little more. Just need to work out the return first!

Pmcc: To answer your question, Brooke and Haley were the Peyton and Brooke on the show. I'm actually not a big fan of Peyton at all, so I'm not sure how much of a role she's going to play in this. I guess it kind of depends on what everyone wants. Anyway, Brooke and Haley have been best friends since elementary school, and Brooke did maintain their friendship as well as the others while doing her fashion program. But, I hope that kind of clears it up for you a little! This is definitely a drama filled story!

Leonie1988: I'm glad you liked the chapter! Thanks for the feedback!

Walk You Home

Empty; that's all I really feel lately. No matter how hard I try to ignore this feeling in my stomach, I can't push past it. I regret telling her, telling Haley. Ever since that afternoon revelation, things were different. Sure, she kept her promise and came home with me. She was amazing with my son, unlike anything I'd ever seen before. None of my friends in New York could relate to him the way that she managed to. It wasn't Harley that upset her, I figured out later. It was me. The ride to her house was uncomfortable. Haley didn't speak unless I initiated it, and couldn't bring herself to say much more than 'I'm sorry,' every time I brought up my time in the city. The hug goodbye that she gave to me as well as the kiss she placed on my sleeping sons forehead before getting out of the car were the last bits of contact that we've had in almost two weeks. From the awkwardness, I began avoiding her. The weak sympathetic smiles in the hall were ignored, her meek attempts at pity filled small talk were brushed off, and I never stuck around to talk to her after classes. After a few days of this, she stopped the smiles and small talk all together. So, I'm empty. My day revolves around Harley again. Him, school and my designs. You know the feeling you get when you lose your best friend to a big move? That's kind of how I feel about Haley, only she's still here, I still see her everyday and our friendship is… well… gone. Now all I can do is close myself off again, keep my past to myself and go on with life the way I had been.

Brooke had stopped seeing the schools psychologist after spilling her guts to her. Rather than talk, she opted to keep a journal so that all her thoughts were at least out of her head. Haley's standoffish behavior had quickly built Brooke's wall around her heart back up. She was stupid to believe that Haley would forgive her for the things that she'd done. Everything she had promised Haley before she moved had been thrown to the curb when she moved. Stay off drugs. Call her with any problems. Don't do anything stupid. It wasn't that Brooke didn't care what she had promised Haley. Kyle was older and unbelievably sexy, he was dangerous, and he could match Brooke on any sly remark. He was the perfect man, and at fifteen, Brooke wasn't in any position to say no. She was brought from her thoughts by the pitter-patter of tiny feet. Suddenly, her half opened bedroom door swung open. The light from the hallway entered her bedroom, giving her a perfect view of the little boy in the doorway. Harley's light brown hair was tousled, pointing in all different directions. The little basketball shorts he wore over his diaper were twisted in a way that Brooke could only deem as uncomfortable, and his plain white t-shirt was covered in what looked like apple juice. Harley giggled as he ran, more like waddled, into Brooke's bedroom holding his sippy cup, a huge grin on his face. Brooke couldn't help but smile as the little boy threw his cup onto her bed and began clawing at his mother's covers to get onto her bed. She laughed gently and leaned over, picking her little boy up and plopping him down on the bed beside her.

"Good morning sunshine," Brooke grinned as she tickled her boy's sides softly, placing kisses all over his face. Harley erupted into a fit of laughter, wiggling around to escape her grasp.

"Doose," Harley told her once she finished her morning assault.

"Did you drink all your juice?" Brooke asked, standing up and picking up his cup. He nodded as he made himself comfortable up against Brooke's pillows. His tiny legs crossed at the knees, and he cuddled up to her pillow. Brooke smiled at the sight and headed for the kitchen. Once refilling his cup with apple juice, Brooke returned to her room to find Harley half asleep on her bed.

"Momma, danks!" He said sitting up cheerily as he took notice to the newly filled cup of juice in his mothers' hands.

"Your welcome baby. I thought maybe we should go to the park," Brooke told him.

"Wins?" Harley asked, instantly perking up at the thought of getting to go on the swing set. He loved the swings; Brooke learned quickly that when she needed to calm him, all she needed was a swing and some nice weather.

For some reason, being with her son, doing something they loved to do still wasn't enough to truly make Brooke smile. At first she attributed the anger to Haley's betrayal, but after the first week, and putting her guard up again, the pain still hadn't gone away. She missed Haley. A lot. Which wasn't something she had felt in a while. Not since she had moved in the first place. It had taken both girls some time to get used to the distance, but they'd fallen into a phone routine shortly after. Harley got tired of the swings shortly after, and had insisted his mother allow him to play in the sand. So, that was here Brooke Davis sat. On a bench beside a large sandbox watching her little boy play happily with a few other toddlers. Tears started to fall as she watched the young boy giggle, tossing sand from one side of him to the other. It wasn't that Harley's actions made her sad, but the fact that she didn't have anyone to share these moments with, even if she'd wanted to.

"Brooke," came a voice from behind her. A hand gently rested on her shoulder and she immediately knew who it was. Her body tensed up, and she pulled away from the touch.

"Brooke, don't…" the voice started again as the person came into Brooke's view.

"Please, leave me alone. I'm trying to enjoy a day with my son," Brooke replied, not giving Haley a second look as she continued to watch her little boy.

"Look," Haley started as she sat down beside her. "You don't have to talk. Just listen."

Brooke shook her head, after all this was a free country. Haley did have the right to speak; Brooke just didn't have to reply.

"I'll take that as your consent…" Haley said with a small smile, "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to pull away from you. Or make you feel like I didn't care or was judging you. I'm not. I do care, and I think you're one of the strongest people I've ever met just because you're sitting here today. You've been through hell and back the past few years and I guess I just felt horrible. Horrible I wasn't there for you, or that I didn't realize something was wrong. I'm supposed to be your best friend, I should know these things and I didn't. I haven't been a good friend and I know that I proved to be an even worse friend by not being there once you told me. I guess I just blame myself. I let you deal with these things alone and all I want to do is fix all your problems. I care about you Brooke, more than you know. I want to be there for you, and I'm sorry that I ran away. It's just you're my best friend… and knowing all these things you went through, it makes me sick. But, I'm sorry. I hope you can forgive me."

By the time Haley finished her speech Brooke was in tears again. Maybe Haley really did care, it wasn't like Brooke had given her any time to get used to the situation. She just dumped all this new information on her and didn't even give her time to adjust. Brooke moved her arm, and wrapped it around Haley, pulling her close for a tight hug.

"I'm sorry too," Brooke told her, "I didn't even give you a chance to get used to this."

Haley smiled and wrapped her arm around Brooke's waist, returning the hug, "I love you Tigger."

"I love you too Haley," Brooke said, feeling slightly happier than she had when she woke up.

Harley soon interrupted the two, complaining of hunger. Both girls took him to lunch to a small café outside of town. Harley seemed to really like Haley. He let her hold him, and tickle him. He even let her ruffle up his hair without making a fuss, something he never let anyone but his mother do. Brooke loved the fact that her two favorite people got along so well. As the three ate their lunch, Harley played with Haley. He kept breaking small pieces off of his grilled cheese sandwich and placing them on Haley's plate. Each time he'd put one he'd insist she give him a French fry in return.

"I want to know more," Haley told Brooke suddenly, as she passed a French fry to Harley. The little boy grinned and happily bit into the potato.

"It's rough Haley," Brooke told her, placing her fork down in her Cesar salad. Haley nodded her head, acknowledging that she had figured that was the case.

"I know Brooke, but I need to know. I want to be there for you now," Haley told her, reaching her hand across the table to touch Brooke's. Their hands met in the middle, Haley's covering Brooke's. The touch sent shivers down Brooke's spine. The hurt was gone, and all she could feel were the old feelings of benevolence that she felt towards Haley.

"After Kyle died, I guess I fell apart a little. I found out I was pregnant a month or so later, and I knew he was the father. I hadn't… been with anyone since then. Sienna, the roommate I used to tell you about, she and I talked about it, and ultimately I knew the best choice for me would be to keep him. It really puts me in a bad place. I can't even block the night from my memory. Part of me wants to wish it never happened, but I don't. I don't regret it, and I don't wish it could be erased. If it were, I wouldn't have this little guy over here," Brooke said as she ran her hand through her son's hair. Harley was contently breaking up his food and eating it, alternating between food and coloring on the placemat he had been given.

"I don't blame you Brooke, he's really beautiful," Haley told her with a grin.

"Sienna and I dealt with everything together, she helped me get clean and I got Harley through the pregnancy as safely as possible. It wasn't until after that I kind of lost it," Brooke added, shuddering at the memories. "I'm going to tell you something, something important that I hope you won't look at me any differently for, or think that I'm not a good mother. Because Haley, I love my son. Harley is my world and I'd do anything for him."

Haley nodded, "I know Brooke. I know you love him, and I know you've made mistakes in the past that you're not proud of. But, then again, everyone makes mistakes and everybody has to deal with the consequences. I just want you to know, there is nothing you could ever tell me that would make me hate you, or question your love for this little boy."

"I couldn't handle raising him. Harley cried so much, he was always hungry, always annoyed. I started disappearing at night. I started doing things I never thought I would. It wasn't until the night I was so coked up that I forgot to feed him, no less put him in his crib for bed for me to realize how bad of shape I was in. I was underweight, blowing off my homework and responsibilities with Harley. Everyone could tell something was wrong, but I always had an excuse. I was a good liar Haley, a really good one. I even believed them. But waking up face down on my bedroom floor with Harley curled up in a ball on my floor beside me finally woke me up to the reality. Sienna helped me get clean again, and I started to take parenting classes, and doing all sorts of yoga classes with Harley. Everything started to change by the end. I was fine by the time I came home, and sure, I still think about doing drugs, but I guess… Harley and Sienna… the way she looked at me that morning that she found us, keeps me away," Brooke told her, not taking her eyes off her son. She didn't want to look at Haley. She was too scared. When she heard no response, Brooke began pulling her hand away. Haley quickly grabbed Brooke's hand and squeezed it.

"No, don't. I know that things like this can be hard. I don't blame you for falling apart. I just wish you would have told me," Haley said, mostly over come by jealousy that Sienna got to be the one to help her out of the mess she'd made of her life. "I wish I could have been there for you."

"Me too Hales, I wish I had had the nerve to tell you everything. I wanted to, so many times. Sienna even tried to help me tell you, but in the end I just couldn't. I thank God every day for that girl," Brooke stated, her smile growing as she thought of the girl she'd called her New York best friend for the last two years.

Haley couldn't help but shudder at the smile on Brooke's lips when she spoke of Sienna. She seemed… really happy about the thoughts of her. It made Haley's stomach turn, she was jealous of their friendship… if that's all it was. Haley had some eerie feeling inside of her that their friendship had been a little bit more than that.

"I wish I could meet her," Haley said finally, "Meet the girl who saved my best friend, and thank her for being there when I couldn't." She stared at Brooke as she spoke, her hand rubbing Brooke's gently before pulling her hand away. Brooke smiled when she felt Haley rub her hand, and Haley's breath got caught in her throat, there was that smile again.

"Well good," Brooke started, "Sienna is coming to visit this week!"

Dun dun dun dun…. Sienna comes to town!