Well I'm glad that people are interested in the story.

So here is the first chapter

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Chapter 1: Breaking and entering

The sun shined brightly through the white shades and onto Brooke's face. She stirred and awoke squinting as she looked at her alarm clock that read, 8:30. She buried her face in her pillow and let out a loud sigh. It had been another restless night. She was beginning to get used to it as it was becoming a routine. Barely any sleep, waking up a hour before she needed to, downing a much needed cup of coffee to keep her going throughout the day, and heading off to run errands or visit her friends. Anything to keep her preoccupied and not thinking about Sam and how lonely she was. She needed to be around people because when she was alone she began to think and that was when things went bad because she didn't want to didn't want to think about how she was responsible for pushing Sam out the door. She was the reason why she felt so alone and all she wanted to do was change that but she knew it was too late.

Suddenly her phone began to ring. She turned and laid on her back listening as the voice machine began to pick up the message.

"Hey Brooke it's Millicent. I know that you probably don't want to but a new shipment is going to be mailed to clothes over bros today and I can't get anyone to open up the back so that the delivery guy to get the boxes inside." said Milli.

Brooke grabbed the pillow and covered her face letting out a scream she didn't know that she was holding in. She didn't want to go to the store today but she had to. She threw the pillow in the floor and reluctantly got out of bed. She got dressed and went to the kitchen. She poured herself a much needed cup of coffee and looked around her empty house.

Then she looked at Sam's room door. It was closed because she hadn't been in there since the night that Sam had left. She hadn't figured out what to do with her stuff because a part of her believed that Sam would come back one day and she wanted to leave everything as it was before. So it could be like she hadn't left in the first place.

She had finally had enough of this. She wanted to fix everything and get Sam back. She needed to talk to Sam and tell her the truth of why she had told her to leave. She had never wanted to let her go but she thought it was best at the time and thought that eventually Sam was going to leave on her own to be with Rebecca and didn't want Sam to hold the painful decision of having to choose between Brooke and her birth mother. That was why she hadn't asked Sam if she wanted Brooke to adopt her. It wasn't because she didn't love her.

"Yeah like that's ever going to happen." she thought to herself.

Brooke got her coat and walked out the door. She got in her car and drove to her store. The delivery person would be there in a half hour so she had to open up then meet up with Haley and Jamie for lunch. She was slowly trying to get her life back. Not that it was really working or would ever be normal again.

Brooke walked over to the entrance and saw that the door was opened barely. She searched around her purse for her gun. Even though X was dead she still carried it around but now she hid it in a safe at nighttime since the incident with Sam taking her gun to go after X. She was over the attack and had moved on but the fact still remained that at any moment when she least expected it another person could try and attack her. She needed to protect herself, friends, and her family. She didn't think she could do that without her gun.

Brooke took her gun out of her purse and opened the door. The store was in pretty good condition. Nothing was messed up and it didn't look like a burglar had broken to the store. Then she looked over to the coach and saw a girl sleeping on it.

Brooke walked over to the sofa. She just looked at the girl for a few minutes. She couldn't help but think that the girl looked a lot like Sam. She had dark brown hair and light skin that was covered in dirt. She was thin and looked like she hadn't eaten in a while. She wore torn jeans and worn out converses with an old worn out plain t shirt. Brooke couldn't help but think that the girl was a runaway who needed a place to sleep and broke into her store to do so.

She didn't want to wake the girl but she needed to know where this girl's parents were and why was she sleeping on the couch in her store. So she walked over and shook the girl lightly. The girl groaned and swatted at Brooke's hand making her smile. It reminded her of how hard it was to get Sam up and ready for school in the morning; almost impossible.

The girl stirred and turned over. She saw Brooke and sat up. Brooke saw fear in her eyes. This girl was actually afraid of her.

"Hey take it easy. It's okay, you're in my store." said Brooke.

"Your Brooke Davis." said the girl.

"Yes I am. And you are?"

The girl looked at Brooke for a moment. She was scared that Brooke wouldn't believe her if she told her so she decided that she would wait a little to see if she could truly trust her.

"My name is Tammy. Tammy...Jones." said Tammy.

Brooke could see that Tammy was not telling her something but decided that she wasn't going to push it. She knew better. With Sam it had taken a while for her to open up. She had tested Brooke to see if she actually was telling the truth and wouldn't leave her or judge her.

"Okay Tammy. I need to ask you a question. Why did you break into my store?"

"I needed a place to sleep last night. I'm sorry." said Tammy

She saw the gun in Brooke's hand and was suddenly scared again. Brooke caught her gaze and looked at the gun. She quickly put it away. She had forgotten that she was holding it for a short moment.

"I'm sorry. Don't worry I'm not going to hurt you." reassured Brooke.

She waited to see if Tammy was calmed down again to continue.

"So Tammy where are your parents? I'm sure that they are worried about you."

"Yeah right." laughed Tammy, "If they were so worried then my mom wouldn't have given me up when I was only three months old. I'm a foster kid. They don't care about me. No one does."

"Tammy there are people that care. I care." said Brooke.

"How can you care? You don't know me." said Tammy.

Tammy didn't believe Brooke. She didn't know her. There was no way that she could care about her. Yet she cared about Sam. But that was different. Sam was her family and she had met Sam before. Sure it was only for a few months nut the truth was that she loved her.

Brooke saw Tammy look away from her. She didn't want to believe Brooke and Brooke knew that. She could see that Tammy was really hurt and she really wanted to help. But she didn't know if she was ready for this big step yet.

"I don't need to know you to see that you are a good kid and I know that you were hurt and it may seem like nobody could care about you because your not worth it but your wrong. You have nothing to do with may have happened to you. It is not your fault no matter what the person said or what you may think. I can promise you did nothing wrong. I don't need to know you to know that." said Brooke.

Tammy had tears running down her cheeks. She wanted to believe Brooke. She wanted to believe that all the times she was hurt it wasn't her fault but she had been told it was for so long. If she was only smarter or faster or if she had just been strong then she could have protected herself and the people that hurt her would not have done what they did to her.

If only that were true. If only she could believe that Brooke was telling her the truth. If only...she had to pull herself together. If only's were not going to make everything that happened go away and neither was Brooke.

"Tammy please let me help you ." said Brooke putting her hands on Tammy's knees.

Brooke was heart broken at the sight of Tammy breaking down in front of her. There was just something about her that was so familiar.

"I'm scared." said Tammy honestly still crying.

Brooke sat on the sofa beside her and wrapped Tammy in her arms. Tammy didn't fight her. She let Brooke comfort her and cried into her shoulder. She didn't cry much but she couldn't help it. She had held it in for so long.

"It's okay Tammy. You're okay." soothed Brooke as she rubbed the girl's back trying to calm her.

Tammy calmed down soon after but stayed in Brooke's grasp. She felt safe with her unlike she had with anyone else besides Sam.

"Hey look. You need a place to stay. I cannot let you roam the streets alone. Your just a kid and I know that you need someone to take care of you. So why don't you stay with me for a little while?" asked Brooke

"Really?!" said Tammy

"Yup. I have an extra room. We could see how this goes for a few weeks and if you want to stay we can rearrange the room. For now I can get you some new clothes and we can go to lunch with my friend and her nine years old son Jamie." said Brooke.

"I'd love that!!" said Tammy. She hugged Brooke again and Brooke smiled. She was so happy. This could be her chance at a family. But something confused her. Where was Sam.

"So would I." whispered Brooke.

Brooke knew that this was her new beginning; her second chance.

And there you go.

The first chapter.

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