Brooke tossed and turned in her bed. She would do anything to redo this past month. Would Sam have stayed if she wasn't pregnant? Should she have just let Sam go see Jack? The questions reeled in her head. She looked over and Julian was dead asleep. She hit him in the stomach.
"Oomph. What. What's wrong?" He said disoriented and sleepy.

"I can't sleep, I keep on thinking about tonight."

Julian sighed and put her arms around Brooke then kissed her, "Babe, that's because you were so mad tonight, you didn't even talk to Sam. And I know you, you're a fixer, and you didn't get the chance to do that."

"I didn't want to say anything I'd regret. I just wanted to make her better. You saw how much of a mess she was. She couldn't even change herself, for God's sake." She said arguing her point, although seeing the obvious validity in Julian's statement.

"We probably weren't the best parents tonight." He said with slight realization, "but we got her outta there, and that's what matters. Now we need to make sure she stays outta there."

Brooke sighed as she leaned on Julian's chest, "I'm so mad. I don't know if I should direct it at her, at us, I'm just, I'm just mad. This shouldn't have happened."

"I know babe. I know. But kids are unpredictable."

Brooke sighed, "What about this one? Do you think he/she is gonna be just as unpredictable as Sammy?" She said pointing to her stomach.

He put his head to her stomach and kissed it. "Definitely. He/She has our genes." He said quietly.

"Oh No." She muttered playfully.

He thought for a second, "Do you think she's still mad at us?"

She chuckled, "It's Sammy, of course she is."

He laughed, "Right…well, we'll get through it. You know that she loves us, as much as she hates to admit it."

"Let's see how tomorrow goes." She said as a final point.

They slowly fell asleep in each other's arms.

The next morning Sam woke up at around 5am. She only had a slight headache. She was so glad she was higher than a kite last night, as opposed to being extremely drunk, because if she was drunk the small headache she had would've been exacerbated. She got up and went to her restroom to take some medicine. She looked at herself in the mirror, and saw how clean she was. All the events of yesterday came rushing back to her. Her small fist pounded on the sink, "Damn it." She said. She was angry, embarrassed, and frustrated once more. How would she face Brooke and Julian now? What did everyone think of her after watching her get spanked?

She rubbed her head and went back to her bed, not wanting to deal with absolutely anything.

A couple hours later Brooke woke up and heard Julian in the shower. She quickly got ready and went to check on Sam. She opened the door, and saw Sam hugging tightly onto her bear. She looked so small and vulnerable in the large bed.

'How can someone so small, raise so much hell.' Brooke thought.

Brooke didn't want Sam going to school today, so she let her sleep, realizing that she probably didn't sleep much while she was gone.

Gently, she closed the door and went back to her room.

"Is Sam awake?" Julian asked as he buttoned his shirt.

"No, she's still asleep. I'm guessing you're going to work?"
Julian stopped and stared at her, a bit apprehensive, "Do you, do you want me to stay?"

Brooke rose her eyebrow, "I swear you're so clueless sometimes."

Julian chuckled and gave her a kiss, "Come one babe. I'm sorry. Okay, look I'll stay. We'll both stay. See?" He began taking off his work shirt, and kept only in his white undershirt.

She smiled and then ran her hands through her hair, "I so don't want to confront this."

"I'm sure she should be the one worried."

"I don't know how grounding her is going to do anything. We have to talk to her. I think we hurt her, and she really took advantage of that." Brooke added.

Julian thought for a second, "Don't worry, we'll get to the bottom of this."

… …. …

Peyton woke up feeling energized. It seemed like things were finally going back to normal in their household. She was glad that Brooke and Julian found Sam, and Sawyer and her were finally establishing their relationship once more.

Lucas was already making breakfast to Peyton's delight. She got up and headed to Sawyer's room. She smiled at Sawyer's head poking out of the covers, while the rest of her body was hidden under a mountain of blankets. She gave her a kiss on the cheek, "It's time to wake up Soy"

Sawyer's eyes fluttered, "Hmmm?" She mumbled.

Peyton chuckled and pulled back the covers, "Sweetie come on. You gotta get ready for school."

Sawyer turned the other way, "No." She said grumpily and still half asleep.

"Ssoooyyy." She said more seriously.

"Get away, leave." She muttered through her pillow.

Peyton looked at her, and then got an idea. Sawyer was the most ticklish person she knew. "Get up Soy!" Then she started to tickle her.

Sawyer squirmed, trying to get away from her mom, "Aaahh stop!" She grumbled annoyed that she was being tickled.

Peyton continued, "Okay, okay!" She said laughing."

Peyton kept on tickling her, "Are you gonna get up now?" She asked her with a smile and laughter in her voice.

"Mommy! Okay, OKAY! I'll get up!" Sawyer finally said while laughing childishly.

Peyton sopped and smiled widely, "Works every time."

Sawyer rolled her eyes, "Whatever mom."

Peyton gave her a gentle kiss, "Breakfast in five minutes."

At breakfast Sawyer looked a bit apprehensive. Peyton and Lucas looked at each other a bit confused.

"Soy what's wrong?" Lucas asked her.

Sawyer sighed, "Sam's back right? Can I, can I go see her?"

Peyton sighed, "Sweetie, Aunt Brooke and Uncle Julian need to talk to her. Wait until everything calms down. Then you can go."

Sawyer looked down at her food, "So stupid." She mumbled.

"HEY." Lucas exlaimed with warning, "Careful Soy."

She shrugged, "okay fine. Geez."

She put her fork down, "Michael's gonna be here any minute, can I go get my stuff ready?"

Peyton looked at Lucas with a bit of concern, Lucas cleared his throat, "You know sweetie, you and Michael have been hanging out a lot."
Sawyer looked at them blankly, "Yeah he's pretty cool, and no we haven't it's only been four days. Sam's been gone, and Michael reminds me of her that's it."

Lucas continued, "Okay. I'm just saying, Sam's back does that mean you're going to stop hanging out with him? Because if you're just using him then you need to stop."

Peyton looked over at him, "Luke." She said before he kept on going,

"We haven't really even met him, besides a simple hello. What kind of friend just-"

Sawyer rolled her eyes and then looked at her mom pleadingly, "Mooom!" She whined, "tell him to back off already. Gosh! Am I not allowed to have guy friends?!"

He put his fork down, "That's not what I said! You need to STOP with the melodrama" His voice rose an octave. Peyton saw Sawyer's anger rise and she instinctively grabbed her hand, "Sawyer I need you to calm down right now." She said definitively. Sawyer took a deep breath, and Peyton continued, "Go get your things ready. I'll talk to dad."

Sawyer turned to her father and then to her mother who rose an eyebrow at her as if to say "Don't test me." She huffed away to her room.

Peyton waited for her to go in, and then she punched Lucas in the arm, "You need to CALM down Luke. She's 14 about to be 15, what do you think she's gonna be doing?"

Lucas grabbed his arm, "She rose her voice at ME first." He said defending himself.

"Are you listening to yourself?!" She said to him.

He took a deep breath, "So you don't agree with me?"
"Sure I do. But that doesn't mean I'm gonna react like that. Now I suggest you calm down, unless you want more drama in your life." She whispered to him.

He ripped a piece of toast off and started to chew it angrily. Peyton patted his back and just chuckled. They both picked up the plates from the table.

"So are we gonna go visit Sammy?" Luke asked Peyton.

She put the plate away, "Yeah, I just need to figure out when would be a good time. Probably not today since they'll want to talk to her." She sighed heavily.

Lucas began massaging her neck, "She's a big girl Peyton, she knows that what she did was wrong. She'll get through it. I promise."

They kissed. And as they were, sawyer came dashing out, "EEWWW get a room! I'm leaving BYE!"

Peyton grabbed Sawyer's medicine, "No, no, no! Hey Soy!" Sawyer paid no attention and blasted out.

"Go get her." Lucas said unhappily.

Peyton rushed out and stopped her right in the yard. She was just greeting Michael.

"Oh, Soy your mom wants to talk to you, I think." He said a bit hesitantly.

Sawyer felt a tinge of embarrassment as she turned around, "uhh, What's up mom?"

"Your medicine, you didn't take it with you."

Sawyer bit her lip, "I'm not gonna die if I go one day without it, right?"

Peyton took a deep breath, she didn't want to start yelling at her daughter's carelessness for her own health now, "No." She said plainly, "But take it just in case Sawyer."

Michael looked at both of them and chimed in, "Ahem. Yeah Soy, it looks important. Diabetes isn't a joke."

Sawyer grabbed the bag , "okay thanks."

"Thank you Michael." Peyton said smiling at him. She turned to Sawyer and gave her a hug and a kiss, "Bye sweetie. Dad's leaving in a bit. You guys don't want to go with him?"

Sawyer reciprocated the action quickly, "No. " She said ending the conversation, "Bye mom. See ya later."

They both walked off, and Peyton went back inside.

"Your mom seems pretty cool." Michael said after a bit of walking.

Sawyer shrugged, "She is. She can be annoying sometimes, but what mom isn't, right?"

He put his hands in his pockets, "Hah yeah. Right."

Peyton noticed how serious he got, "You know Michael. You've met both my parents. Unfortunately." Michael laughed at her statement, "But I've never gotten to meet your mom."

Michael stopped, "So? It's not like we're dating, so why does it matter?"

She felt his defensiveness come out, "Okay. Geez. I'll drop it."

"Sorry." He said running his fingers through his hair, "That was lame of me."

"Whatever. It's fine. Come on, let's walk faster." She said gently grabbing his arm.

"How's Sam doing?" He said changing the subject.

Sawyer slowed down, "She's back." She said sullenly and choked up.

He stopped and got right in front of her, "Hey, Soy?" He said looking in her tear filled eyes, "What's wrong? What happened?"

She shook her head trying to compose herself, "They won't let me see her! I want to go talk to her, and they told me to wait! She needs me!"

He grabbed her and hugged her tightly, "Calm down Sawyer." He told her soothingly.

She took a deep breath after a few moments, "Sorry, it's just, just not fair."

Michael cleared his throat, "Soy you might get mad at me, but it makes sense."
"WHAT?!" She exclaimed.

He shrugged, "Her parents need to talk to her. Fix things with her. You love her, and that makes total sense, but in their mind, you're secondary. They need to fix the obvious wound in front of them first."

Sawyer was outraged, "I'm Secondary?!"

Michael composed himself, "Could you let me talk?" He said calmly.

Sawyer rolled her eyes and crossed her arms, "Fine whatever." She said as they continued walking. He always said things she hated to hear. He never beat around the bush, and she hated it.

"Right now, Sam needs to talk through this shit with her parents, because she had the beef with them, not you. Right?"
"Right." She mumbled.

"Alright then. So let them do their thing. Let them bash it out. Then you can go and let her vent to you. You need to be patient Soy. Not everything can happen your way all the time."

She started walking faster than him. He stayed back, "Are you mad at me?" He said loudly so she can hear him.

"You're a jerk!" She said back.

He half–smiled, "Why? Because I'm honest with you?"

She threw her arms down, "UUGGGH! You're so annoying!"

He started catching up to her, "Sorry!" He said not really meaning it. He finally reached her, "You calm yet?"

Sawyer pushed him gently, "Get away."

"Okkaaaay." He started walking back the other way.

"You idiot come back, gosh! I get it!" She said as he walked further and further down.

He smiled and turned back around as he headed towards her. As he watched her wait for him impatiently and slightly angry, he realized how beautiful she was. How childish and adult-like she looked all together. He started walking faster, his heart beating jointly with each step.

… … …

Sam finally woke up at around 12 pm. She felt much better. She grabbed a towel and headed towards the shower. She vaguely remembered Brooke helping her bathe the night before, but she needed time to think about how she was going to confront them. She strained to hear where her parents were in the house. She heard Julian's annoying whistling, and then she heard Brooke, "Hey. I'm not coming in today. Can you reschedule with Style's editors? Thanks sweetie. See you tomorrow!" Sam smiled, hearing her mom's gentle voice as she talked to her assistant, as opposed to her steely angry one was relaxing.

She went into the restroom without being noticed, and turned on the water.

When they heard the water run both Julian and Brooke looked at each other with weary smiles from both.

Sam wasn't happy, 'I wanted more time. I NEEDED more time.' She thought.

'I shouldn't be here. I was fine. Why'd they have to drag me out?' She thought. Then her mind changed to other thoughts, 'You're such an idiot they were trying to help you.'…'But did I really need help? Julian's the one that accused you, Brooke could've cared less. She didn't even let you explain.'

She took a deep breath and got out the shower. She put on her shorts, socks, and a tank top. They were edging onto summer, and the days were becoming hotter. She blow dryed her hair, slowly. Finally she came out.

"Sam." She heard Julian's voice call her. She froze and turned around, "Yeah?"

Brooke had one of her hands on her hips. She looked at Sam initially with anger, but as she got a good look at her she felt like Sam had gotten smaller in just those four days. Her short and skinny legs in her shorts and socks, and her small arms in her tank top just made her look so fragile.

Brooke bit her lip and slid her hand off her hip, "How're you feeling?" She asked calmly.
Sam felt herself exhale, not realizing she was actually holding her breath.

"I feel fine." She was surprised by how rough and cold her voice sounded. Maybe she was madder than she expected.

She was walking back to her room when she heard her mom respond, "Put your things away and come sit on the couch. We need to talk."

Sam took her time, trying to mentally calm herself before sitting down. When she came out Brooke kept staring at her. There was worry in her eyes. She looked away and took her seat, crossing her arms in defiance. "I see the apologetic mood you were in yesterday is gone?" Brooke said with a raised eyebrow.

Sam stayed quiet. Julian spoke up, "I suggest you speak Samantha."

She looked at them, "I was faded, I don't remember what I did or said yesterday." It was a lie. She remembered very well, but she wasn't going to make it easy on them.

Brooke clenched her fists. Sam fidgeted at her response.

Julian narrowed his eyes, "OKAY, well why don't I remind you of what happened." He said.

Julian started, "Let's see, we got to a crackhouse after being at another house, where someone by the name of Nick tried fighting with Jack. When we found you, you refused to-"

"STOP!" Sam said hearing enough, "I get it! I remember! Damn."

Brooke knew Sam was just being difficult, she tried sitting next to Sam, but she only nudged away from her. Brooke stood up feeling hurt, "Sam." She said more seriously.

No answer. Julian stared at her frustrated, "You will talk to us. Whether you like it or not. I'm tired of this going back and forth. Just be STRAIGHTFORWARD!"

Sam sat up, "I just needed MORE time. Was that SO hard?! Both of you guys are the worst! How could you think I was pregnant?!" She said towards Julian.

"How could you not even defend me?!" She said to Brooke, her voice becoming increasingly frantic.

She stood up. "We're not done!" Brooke said forcefully, "Sit back down!"

"NO! I don't need parents like you who can't even trust me!"

"SAMANTHA!" Julian boomed. Brooke got closer to her and grabbed her arm. Her voice was steely, "Don't you say that. Don't you EVER say that. You know how much we love you. We'd do ANYTHING for you. ANYTHING!"

Sam was angry and nothing could stop her tirade, her voice was low, "I've had PLENTY of people in my life who didn't trust me. Who said they loved me but didn't really mean it. I'm not an idiot."

Brooke let her go, "You don't mean that, and you KNOW it."

Sam stared at them, Brooke's words having an obvious effect on her. She abruptly left to her room, "I HATE THIS!" She screamed choked up.

"That door better be left OPEN!" Julian yelled back.

Julian looked at Brooke who was doing everything not to cry. He went over, "Hey, you know she didn't mean that. Right? Dr. Gold says that it's just her way of coping, she's going to act out like this. She doesn't know how to channel things correctly yet."

Brooke stopped him, "Julian I know! But it doesn't hurt any less. I'm going to the office downtown. We'll try this again when I come back."

Julian stood in the center of the room, alone and overwhelmed.

Here's a long one for you! Tell me what you think! Also check out the link in my bio for Sam's outfit for this chapter!

p.s Don't worry Sam will talk to them soon!