Brooke was working on a new sketch when she felt someone staring at her. She looked up and it was Sam. She looked tired and scared. She had been unbearably annoying the whole day, but stopped only an hour or so ago. Brooke figured she went to sleep and had gotten a nightmare.

She sighed "Hey buddy."

Sam stayed quiet

Brooke spoke softly, "Did you have an accident?"

Sam rolled her eyes, "Brooke, NO!"

"Okay. Okay. I'm Sorry, what's up sweetie?"

Sam hesitated, "Ummm can you sit on the couch with me? Just until I fall asleep. I'm, well-"

Brooke grabbed her hand, "It's okay to be scared sometimes Sam."

Sam stayed quiet. "Mom?" She finally asked

Brooke looked at her.

"I'm going to be okay right? I'll get through this?"

Brooke stood up and hugged Sam, "I promise you my little knucklehead. You've got kickass parents to help you through it too."

Sam smiled wide, "Whatever Brooke!"

… … …

Later on, Brooke received a text from Peyton. She put down her work.

Can I come over after work? I really need to talk to you about Sawyer.

"Someone's mad." Brooke mumbled.

Sure thing best friend. Bring Soy. Misery (Sam) loves company ;)

Peyton had to laugh at that last text. She looked at the sleeping Sawyer on the couch. Her fever had finally subsided, but the anger that Peyton felt certainly had not. Although, she had to nurse her back to health first.

When the time finally came to leave Sawyer was already awake.

"Let's go." Peyton said tersely.

Sawyer shuffled towards her mother fully aware of the anger behind her mother's words.

They went into the car without having said a word to each other. Peyton broke the silence, "We're going to Brooke's house. You'll go straight to the living room and sit on the couch. I don't want you going anywhere else."

"Yes m'am." She said bowing her head.

"Good." Peyton didn't want to, but she swallowed her frustration and softened her tone, "How're you feeling? Any better?"

"Yeah. I feel a little better. Thanks."

"For what?" Peyton asked while looking straight ahead.

Sawyer hoped to allay her mother's anger, "For taking care of me."

Peyton squeezed the steering wheel, "I'm your mom Soy. I'll always take care of you."

When Brooke opened the door her smile was beaming.

"Hey P. Sawyer! Hey Sweetie!" Brooke greeted.

As she let them in Peyton couldn't help but smile at her, "You seem so happy B. Davis."

"Well!" She said giving both of them a kiss, "The hellion, I mean, my daughter, is home and best of all she's asleep, right there on that couch! God, isn't this silence amazing!?"

Peyton just rolled her eyes, then directed herself towards Sawyer, "Get your little butt on the couch Sawyer. You know where to go."

"But there's three couches." She responded.

Peyton crossed her arms, "Choose one." She said annoyed. "And don't move from there unless I say otherwise." She called as Sawyer sat down.

"I know!" Sawyer responded annoyed that she was being treated so childishly in front of Brooke, annoyed that Sam had to be asleep at the moment.

Brooke watched their dynamic. She turned to Peyton, "What's with the time-out?"

Peyton walked towards the kitchen and Brooke followed.

"Okay P. seriously what's up?"

"I don't know!" Peyton exclaimed, "Her grades are horrible Brooke. Haley called me to say she hasn't been turning anything in. Lately she's been so moody. I swear at one point she's needy, then she'll be angry. I'm at a loss. I talk to her and sometimes she'll crumble and other times she'll stomp away, but she never really talks."

Brooke frowned, "How are things with Justin?" she said sympathetically.

"From what I know he's the most amazing guy ever."

Brooke furrowed her eyebrows, "Well, have you met him?"

"No. They're not serious. I told her we would have to meet him if they ever become a couple." She said.

"P. I don't want to be the bearer of bad news, but wasn't she fine until this Justin kid came along?"

Peyton scoffed, not wanting to accept it, "Well, yes, but-"

Brooke interrupted, "And you told me she came home with red eyes which you said SHE said was because of allergies? I mean, I didn't want to burst your bubble, but I think it's time to burst it now."

"What are you saying?" Peyton said, although she already knew.

Brooke spoke softly, "P. Have you considered, well you know, maybe she's been trying new things? Drugs, alcohol again?"

Peyton shook her head, "She's 14 Brooke!"

"And Sam was 11 when she first tried weed. And it's high school. I mean we were-"

"Stop." Peyton told her, "I just, what do I do, confront her about it?"

Brooke grabbed her hand, "Talk to Lucas. Do it together. She'll hate you for it. But you need to do this. Maybe it's nothing that serious. Maybe she's just growing up and rebelling a bit. So don't assume that it's something horrible. She's your girl P. You're flesh and blood. Remember that."

"Yeah. Yeah. I will." She grumbled.

Brooke flashed her a smile.

… … …

When they got home, Peyton instructed her to take her medicine and lay on not her bed, but Peyton and Lucas's.

"Why can't I go to my room?" Sawyer asked confused.

Peyton wanted to check her room for anything bad but she couldn't tell Sawyer that.

"I need to wash your sheets." She answered.

Sawyer cocked her eyebrow, but gave in, "Fine."

Once the medicine put Sawyer to sleep, Peyton went in. Sawyer was very neat, this made Peyton smile slightly, but then she remembered the task at hand. She opened drawer after drawer and found nothing. She was checking under the bed, her desk, and there was absolutely no trace of anything.

"Looking for something?" A voice said.

Peyton turned around startled. Lucas was leaning on the doorway, "Oh my God. Luke you scared me!"

He chuckled and kissed her, "What're you doing in here? And where's Soy?"

"She's asleep in our room. Her fever's gone down. And I was, well, this might sound paranoid, but I just feel like something's wrong with Soy and I thought something in her room might help me figure it out."

Lucas sighed, took her by the hand and sat down on the bed with her, "Babe she's been lying to us."

"You know about her grades?!" Peyton said surprised.

Lucas pulled his head back, "What? No. What's wrong with her grades?"

"Haley called and said she hasn't been doing assignments for any of her classes this whole month. Her grades are really low this quarter…wait what do you know then?"

Lucas pushed his hand through his hair, "Oh. MY. GOD! Sawyer." He said frustrated, "She hasn't been going to cheer practice this whole week either. She wasn't supposed to cheer today."

Peyton's voice raised an octave, "What has she been doing then?!"

As if on cue Sawyer passed by. Her room was a mess, definitely not how she had left it, and both her parents were sitting on her bed. This ticked off the already volatile and Vicodin deprived Sawyer.

"WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU GUYS DOING?!" She yelled.

Lucas stood up first, Get in here Sawyer Brooke Scott." His voice was heavy.

"No! You guys get out! That is my room!" She continued yelling.

Peyton went over and grabbed Sawyer by the upper arm, "Fine, I'll just drag you in." She said in a voice filled with anger.

Sawyer pulled her hand away and threw it down, "What could I have possibly done?! You guys are always mad at me!"

Peyton stood right in front of Sawyer. Both her parents were tall, but she came out much more petite, making any confrontation with them intimidating.

"NO SAWYER! You've just been screwing up WAY too much lately! You've been skipping cheer too?! What the hell! You lied to us! First your grades. Now this?!"

Sawyer scoffed at them and looked away. Lucas grabbed her chin and turned it back, "What. Have. You. Been. Doing?" He said in a grave whisper.

Sawyer backed away slightly. Angry tears made their way down, "It doesn't even matter okay?! So I hate school, and cheer's stupid anyways! Who fucking cares?! I've been doing nothing! NOTHING! OKAY?! Damn it."

Peyton wasn't having it, "I swear to God Sawyer. You're lying to us! I've listened to you and fought for you! I believed in you!"

"You never listen to me! Neither do you!" She said towards her father, "I'd rather die then turn out like either of you! Get out! Get Out! GET OUT!" Sawyer was hysterical.

Peyton went over and forced her to sit down on the bed. She bent down so she was at eye-level, "I've just had about enough of you. You will stay in this room until you decide to tell us the truth."

Sawyer realized what she had said, "Mom-" she said remorsefully

"BE QUIET." Peyton said loudly, "I am talking and YOU are listening. I don't know what's gotten into you, but I don't like it. AT ALL. This isn't my little girl. You're a liar Sawyer."

With that Peyton walked out. Lucas stood in front of Sawyer and just shook his head in disappointment before he walked out.

Overwhelmed Sawyer decided to give in to her craving. She texted Justin,

Come to my window. Bring Vicodin.

Justin finally came. She locked her door and went outside towards her backyard. Justin hugged her and kissed her.

"Fuck them Babe." He whispered.

Sawyer let him caress her.

Unbeknownst to them, Lucas saw a shadow and he went to check what it was.

"WHAT THE HELL?!" He yelled.

Both of them jumped, "Dad!" Sawyer squeaked.

Lucas turned on the lights and Peyton came outside, "What's in your hand?!" He swiped what Justin had, "Vicodin?! Was this for you Sawyer?!"

Sawyer stayed quiet. Realizing the truth Peyton roughly grabbed her arm and dragged her to the door. "Mommy!" She cried. Peyton then pushed her inside.

Lucas picked Justin up by his shirt, "Get the hell off my property. And stay the hell away from my daughter. I suggest you get home. Your parents are getting a call from me."

Justin's eyes widened, "Yes Sir. Please don't call them."

Lucas let him go, "LEAVE!" He yelled. Justin ran off.

Lucas's went inside and his eyes turned towards Sawyer who Peyton had not let go. She looked terrified.

"THIS! This is what you've been doing!" He said shaking the pill bottles.

"I tried to stop!" She said desperately, "That's why I got sick! And I just really needed some. Give it to me!"

Both Peyton and Lucas were surprised at her dependency.

"No!" They both yelled.

"It's your fault that I need them! You were yelling at me!" She said.

"Well they're gong down the drain now." Lucas said as he went towards the sink.

Knowing that her only two bottle of pills were going to be wasted sparked hysteria in her. She lunged at Lucas, but Peyton managed to get a hold of her, "NO! Don't do that Dad! Stop it! Stop it!"

Slowly the pills fell into the sink, "I hate you!" She spit at him. She violently tried to shake away from Peyton, but she hugged her and didn't let go. "I hate both of you! Stop! You Bitch let go of me!" She watched as Lucas washed them down the drain and turned on the disposal. The sound of her pills crushing.

"I hate you. And you! This house! I needed those!" Her anger turned to cries and she knelt down, "I, I needed those. Let go of me!"

Peyton held onto her, she was crying as well, "No sweetie, I won't let go."

"I'm not your sweetie!" She said with cries muffling her voice, "I'm not anything! Don't touch me!"

Lucas bent down and hugged both of them. Sawyer's anger was turning into vulnerability, "STOP! Stop! Please, stop." She said, "I needed those!"

Peyton kissed her head, "No you don't baby. You don't need those."

Lucas picked her up and she beat his chest with her fists. He let her, "It's your fault! What the hell?! Those were mine! All mine! You had NO right."

"Yes I did." He said authoritatively. "You're my child. You're 14. I'm your father and you listen to me, NOT the other way around."

He placed her on her bed, locked the window from the outside and left. He closed the door.

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