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She's always high in heels, spirit, pills and booze, but it was nothing new for Brooke. She always needed something to numb the pain that dragged her into the darkness of night and to the dark parts of her mind. The parts of her mind that kept whispering Do it, you know no one will care. The darkness that always reminded her that she was never good enough for anyone in her life no matter what she did. She was never good enough for her parents, her once lovers and her friends. They would always take and take from her and by doing that they killed her a little more each time, mentally and physically. Again though it was nothing new for the once 'it girl'.

"Act on your impulse, swallow the bottle, cut a little deeper, put the gun to your chest," Brooke read that once in a book before she met Ben; Ben the only guy who ever saw something in her.

So what did Brooke do after she read that? She acted on her impulse, which was mostly getting into heroin and pills anything to numb the pain.

"Brooke Davis!" O called out as she walked into Brooke's room, holding the new Vogue magazine in her hands. O knew that Brooke was feeling a little down lately and fashion was one of the things that helped Brooke. "Brooke?" O looked around her best friend's room to find that she wasn't there. Crinkling her eyebrows in confusion, O slowly opened the bathroom door. What she saw was something that no one should ever see. Laying on the bathroom floor next to the toilet was Brooke, pale skin and sweating.

"Oh my god" O whispered as she dropped the magazine on the floor and dropped to her knees next to her best friend. Tears flowed down O's face as she grabbed Brooke's body and checked her pulse… there was barely one.

"CHON! BEN!" O cried as she started to bawl her eyes out. "Please, god pleases," O cried as she hugged Brooke. This couldn't be happening to them, they were supposed to be maid of honors in each other's wedding, Brooke was supposed to marry Chon and she was going to marry Ben. They're kids were going to be the best of friends. O scanned the bathroom floor, looking for anything to give her a clue to what Brooke took and there laying next to the trashcan was a needle. The first thing that came to the blonde hippie was Heroin.

Even good girls have secrets, ones even their best friends must guess.

Without even thinking, Chon grabbed his gun and ran up the stairs as fast as his legs could take him. All of his training from the Navy Seas was kicking in. It was only him in the house since Ben went to the farmer's market an hour ago. Chon busted into Brooke's bathroom ready to kill. " O? What is i-" Chon was lost of words with what he saw in front of him, O was bawling her eyes out, holding on to Brooke for dear life.

Chon quickly moved into action as he grabbed Brooke out of O's arm and laid her on the cold floor. "What did she take?" Chon checked her pulse and cursed under his breath. It wasn't looking good for the girl that he was in love with.

"O!" Chon shouted, trying to snap O out of her daze. He could tell that she was shock, but he need her help with saving Brooke's life.

"Heroin," O whispered as she stood up, her eyes not leaving Brooke's body.

"I need you to go into my room and grab the first AID kit under my bed. Then go downstairs and call Ben." O just stood there, frozen to her spot watching as Brooke started to have a seizure.

"MOVE!" Chon barked out as he turned the shower on, making sure that the water was freezing cold. Chon had dealt with his own mother overdosing on drugs when he was in high school. So this whole scene was like second nature to him.

Once O came running back into the room, Chon grabbed the first AID kit out of her shaking hands and slammed the bathroom door in her face. He did not want O to see what may or may not happen next.

"Come on Brooke," Chon mumbled as he started to give her CPR. He then quickly checked her pulse to see that she had none. "GOD DAMN IT!" Chon quickly got into his first AID kit and pulled out a needle full of adrenaline. He then ripped Brooke's shirt and stabbed her in the heart with the needle full adrenaline, praying that she would wake up. If she did, Chon was going to tell her how he really felt and he was going to help her overcome this… he was going to save her.

A smile creped on Chon's worried face, as he felt Brooke's wrist, she had a pulse again. Without thinking, Chon kissed Brooke on the forehead as he mumbled comforting words to her. Once he was sure she wasn't going to crash again, the war hero careful place the tiny brunette into the shower, knowing that the cold water would help her.

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Brooke had told O once when they were both high out of their minds..."I'm attracted to the idea of drowning. Or rather the idea of jumping and being enveloped by something, not bad or good, just enveloping. When I was a kid, I had this moment when I got under the water, lying on the pool floor, and I felt I could breathe. I've been trying to recreate that feeling ever since."

"Where is she?" Ben yelled as he ran through the front door, only stopping when he saw O bawling on the living room floor. O was a mess, she couldn't talk and she kept choking on air. Ben kissed O on the lips and said "Everything is going to be okay." He then ran up the stairs and into Brooke's bathroom, to find Chon sitting on the bathroom floor next to the shower. If someone would ask Ben later in the future how he would describe what he saw before him… he wouldn't be able to. The raw emotion coming from Chon was enough to describe it.

"Is she?" Ben asked in a weak voice. He couldn't lose Brooke, she was his rock… the little sister he never had. Chon just shook his head, his eyes not leaving her.

"Did you know?" Chon asked.

"I had no idea and if –"

"YOU ARE HER BEST FRIEND!" Chon yelled as his anger started to get the best of him. "YOU SHOULD HAVE SEEN THIS COMING!" The war hero then pointed over to Brooke. Chon knew that this wasn't Ben's fault, it was no ones, but he felt that someone had to take the blame for this. Even himself if it came down to it. Then it hit him like a bullet to the heart… Brooke's boyfriend; Liam, he was the one to blame for all of this.

As Chon pushed passed Ben, he asked "Chon, where are you going?" Ben knew that look on Chon's face; he only got that look when someone fucked over their deal and that always ended in the guy getting beat to a bloody pole or killed.

"Look after Brooke; she should wake up any minute now. I'm going to pay a visit to an Irish prick."

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"Well hello there mate," Liam said as he watched Chon walk into his office. Liam office looked like a law firms top office… he was just that rich. The Irish man couldn't help the smirk on his face, right away Liam could tell that Chon was full of rage; it was easy to spot a hothead. They always acted first, never to ask the right questions. "What brings you to the rich side of Laguna?" Liam ocean blue eye scanning over Chon's body as he strolled to the font of his desk, to see if he was carrying a gun, which he was. The Irish man just shook his head. He was a little despondent.

"You're dead," Chon said in a dangerous voice as he pointed his gun at Liam's face.

Liam knew how easy it was going to be to take Chon's gun away. The war hero wasn't thinking straight, he was letting his emotions get the best of him. Being in the military himself, only Liam was part of the Defense Forces of Ireland and his family had a long list of members in the True Irish Republican Army. It was easy for the young man to kill someone without thinking twice about it. He knew thought if he did in fact killed Chon, Brooke would never speak to him again. So that left Liam with the one thing he hated doing when it came to a fight and that was taking it easy on the other guy.

With one swift move Liam hit Chon's wrist, causing him to drop his gun. While the gun was falling to the floor, Liam grabbed it and pointed it at Chon's head, with a Cheshire the cat grin. "Now lad, you really should have thought this through, before you came into my business."

Chon moved swiftly and picked Liam up, and slammed him on his desk. With Liam short of breath, Chon got three good punches in, before Liam blocked the fourth one. Within seconds of blinking, Liam had Chon in a chokehold. "Not too smart are w-" Chon elbowed Liam in the ribs as hard as he could, causing the Irish man, to stagger backwards. Liam ducked the punch Chon threw at him, only to return his own punch, hitting Chon right in the jaw, causing him to stagger backwards as well.

"It's about bloody time!" Liam yelled as he spit blood out of his mouth. Two of Liam's men, ran into his office and surrounded Chon, holding guns to his head. "Now tell me why you showed up before I let my boys here kill you."

"Brooke almost overdosed off of the heroin she got from you!" Chon shouted. His eyes where full of rage. Waiting for Liam to speak, he spit blood out of his mouth and moved his tongue over his teeth.

Liam gave him a confused look. "I would never give Brooke heroin!" he paused. "Is she alright?" Even though Liam was a cold blooded killer and an IRA member; Brooke was his goddess, his light… his everything. He would never dare hurt her.

"Wouldn't you like to know." That earned another punch to the jaw for Chon.

"If you and Brooke weren't such good friends, I would kill you right now," Liam mumbled as he walked behind his desk and sat down. "Now lad, go run along and take care of your little garden and let the big boys handle the real business."

As Liam watched Chon walk out of his office, his mind was racing. He couldn't figure out how Brooke got ahold of his heroin. What he told Chon was the truth, he would never in a million years give heroin to Brooke, and he loved her too much. That only left his drug dealers. Liam ran his hands over his face, knowing that he was going to have to kill one of his men for selling Brooke the drugs, but the only problem was trying to figure which of his dealers were stupid enough to do that.

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Ryan spent much of the day lying around the pool and smoking weed. It was the perfect day for him, he wasn't bugged by Liam or Aoibheann, and it was almost like they knew he was in one of his moods. This was never good for anyone, if you were on his shit list and thankfully his father wasn't in town. His father, Darcie was one person Ryan would love to shut up for good… maybe a bullet between the eyes. Don't judge Ryan to quickly now. His father was a monster. Some say he was the devil.

As Ryan took a hit of his blunt his mind started to replay over memories of his high school career over in Ireland. In high school Ryan was the top dog of the whole school. Aoibheann who was only a year younger than him, she was the Blair Waldorf and Serena Van Der Woodsen of the school. His older two brothers were also the top dog of the school when they were in high school. Their family like was royalty.

The memoir that stuck out the most to Ryan was the night he walked in on his father slapping his mother across the face. He had just come back from a run with best mate Colin, when he heard the yelling.

Ryan couldn't help but to roll his eyes, his parents were always fighting, it really wasn't anything new. The fighting started when their dear old father found out that Liam wasn't his son.

Pushing himself off the couch, Ryan quickly made his way to his father's office. He couldn't stand to hear his mother cry, it always put him on edge and where his head was at right now, it was not safe to make Ryan even more off balance.

"I told you to never see that man again!" Darcie roared at his wife, who was standing there avoiding his gaze. "I bet you fucked him again! Didn't you!?" When Darcie didn't get an answer from his wife, he slapped her across the face, causing her to hit her head on his desk.

What Darcie didn't know was that Ryan had seen the whole thing and he was now seeing red.

"What the hell is your problem!?"Ryan roared as he ran over to his mother who was laying on the dark wood floor. Blood was slowly falling from her head onto the floor.

"Leave her!" Darcie snapped out as he grabbed Ryan' shoulder. When Ryan felt his father's hand on him, something inside of him just snapped. It was almost like he blacked out, because the next thing he knew, Ryan was on top his father beating the shit out of him. He only stopped when he heard Aoibheann screaming and begging for him to stop.

After that night, Ryan mood was all over the place, he would get this mood where he always had to being doing something. Then it would pass almost in a blink… some days he could barely get out of bed.

It went on for about a month, until his mother talked him into seeing a psychologist and what the psychologist told the young man did not sit well with him. The old quack told him that he had bipolar disorder and that he need to get on meds, but of course Ryan told the old man to shove it, there was no way in hell that he was going to take any pills. So instead he smoked weed to help with his mood, which every time he saw Anna, she would tell him that it wasn't going to help him. He never listened to her.

Ryan was pulled from his memories when he heard Liam call for him to come inside. He couldn't help but to sigh, all he wanted was a peaceful day, but no. Ryan took one more hit of his blunt as he thought 'People call me crazy, but guess what. Crazy means I'm not liable for my actions.' He couldn't wipe the smirk off his face as he entered Liam's office.

"What?"

Liam handed Ryan a file. "I need you to do what you do best."

Ryan looked at the file and then back to Liam. "You want me to kill Jeff?" He never liked Jeff, but he was fun to drink with.

"No," Liam shook his head. "I want you to torture him and get answers for who sold Brooke the heroin." He told his younger brother. "And if Jeff confesses, yes, I would like you to kill him. In any way you like. I thought this would please you."

Ryan smirked with a twinkle in his baby blue eyes. "Awe brother, you know me too well."

"Do me a favor and record it. And then deliver it to Chon and Ben in Laguna."

"Aye-aye, Captain." Ryan said with a chuckle.

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From her room, Aoibheann could hear everything that was happening from outside. Ryan was torturing yet another person – though this time Aoibheann could tell that it was one of her families' men, one of their dealers: Jeff.

Jeff obviously sold to the wrong person.

She looked down at her phone, seeing a message from Chon, a man she had met three weeks prior, who had a connection to Liam through Liam's girlfriend; Brooke.

It was a simple text; can't make it tonight. She didn't mind, he was just a guy who helped her pass the time.

It had been three weeks since that night Aoibheann had met Chon, three weeks and everyday he was surprised by something she would do. It was refreshing to him, to have her around, she was so honest, almost to the point it could have gotten her killed and if she disagreed with you, you would know it. But none of that really mattered to Chon, what mattered to him was that she understood him when a lot of other people couldn't, not even Brooke could understand the demons he kept hiding in his closet, just waiting to come out. It was a week after being with Aoibheann and after their double date with Ben and O when he realized how much they were alike.

He had fought a war overseas; she was fighting a war within the IRA and her family's drug and gun business. They had both killed and seen people be killed in front of them. They both had this sick passion to push their bodies to the limit, know that; that pain was easier to deal with then facing the demons.

Chon had asked her one night after sex, if she wanted to date and Aoibheann shut down the idea so fast and moved on to a different topic that Chon had to shake his head in confusions. We're just having fun, why ruin that? Aoibheann had asked him after he had asked her about dating.

The war hero could tell that there was something off with the way she had shut him down so fast, but he didn't dig deeper into it… when she was ready to tell him, she would.

"People say hell is endless. They say it's our worst nightmare. The face of our darkness. Whatever it is, I say hell is empty… all the devils are here." Aoibheann had said that after a night of drinking. That's when Chon knew how fucked up both of them were, because he agreed with her.

Aoibheann thought back to when she first met Chon.

Go out and have fun, her brothers told her (her brothers really just wanted their guy's night), yeah if Aoibheann knew that every Laguna 50 something hot shot was going to hit her, she would have stayed in her Victoria secrets sweat pants and just hung out with Liam's men and the guards. But here she was at the hottest night club that Laguna had, which wasn't much if you have ever been to New York or London's night club, but for tonight it would do her the youngest Callaghan

"Well hello there," An old man said as he stood next to Aoibheann, licking his lips. Aoibheann took one look at the older man and rolled her eyes. He spent way to much fake baking. "Could I buy you a drink?" The man asked as he took a step closer to the young girl.

"No, thank you, "She replied back with a sweet smile. Aoibheann was running out of ideas on how to drive the old creep men away. She had already used the whole I'm gay thing and I'm a hooker. When she used the hooker idea, the man said he didn't care, that caused Aoibheann to walk away from him, as fast as he could. The man even had a wedding ring on.

"Awe, come on now. I pretty little thing like you, needs a drink." The older man didn't wait for answer he went ahead and order two drinks. As he waited for the bartender to make their drinks, the older man ran his hands slowly down Aoibheann's arm. As fast as she could, Aoibheann slapped the man's hand, as if he was a young child getting in scolded by his mother.

Without saying a word, Aoibheann picked up the drink off of the bar counter and started to walk away from the creepy ass old man, but she was stopped when he grabbed her arm and whispered into her ear, "You owe me for the drink." He then pulled her back to the bar. Aoibheann was trying her hardest not to break the old man's hand, as he ran his fingers down her slender arm.

"I don't owe you anything, Pavee." She hissed out. The old man laughed.

"We have an Irish woman here." He then pulled her closer to him, causing Aoibheann to spill her drink.

"Fuck's shake," Aoibheann mumbled as she thought up a plan to escape from him. She knew what she really wanted to do, but she didn't want to get kicked out of the night club. She liked the music.

Little did the old creepy older man and Aoibheann that they were being watched.

Chon had to get out of the house, he was sick of O and Ben, they were in their honeymoon stage still and it made him want to puke. He would have normally hung out with Brooke; but she spent all her time with Liam. So that left Chon with going back to his old ways, the days where he lived in the night clubs.

Chon had first noticed her when she walked into the club, how could he not? She was drop dead beautiful and of course every other man at that night club was thinking the same thing. She was wearing a short tight dark purple dress with black pumps and her brunette hair was in loose wave. At first, Chon was going to go to over to her and introduction himself, but his idea went straight to shit, when he saw that some older men had the same idea. So what did Chon do? Well he sat back and watched as each man got turned down. The whole scene was very funny to Chon, you would think that the other guys would get the hint, but they were all probably coked out of their minds.

As Chon finished off his beer, he watched as the next man went up to her. 'He looks like an oompa loompa.' Chon though as he chuckled a bit as he watched the scene in front of him. The war hero quickly noticed that it was going downhill fast, when the oompa loompa grabbed her arm and dragged her back to the bar area. That pissed Chon off like no other. Quickly finishing off his new beer, Chon started to make his way over to the girl who was in need of help. What he saw in from of him stopped him his tracks.

The helpless girl was not so helpless at all.

Aoibheann drew the line when she felt the older man grab her ass, which just pushed her over the edge. It was like the guy was asking for it. In one swift move, Aoibheann grabbed the man's hand twisted it around his shoulder and back. Giving his wrist a death grip, Aoibheann whispered in the man's ear, "You ever touch another woman like that; I will hunt you down and chop off your little dick." She paused as she twisted his wrist some more, causing the old man to wrench in pain. "You got that?"

Not being able to speak because of the pain, he just nodded his head as fast as he could.

"Good!" Aoibheann said with a huge smile on her face. "Now leave." A small laugh escaped from her lips as she watched the old man speed walked out of the bar.

"You have some nice skills," A voice came from behind Aoibheann. She quickly twisted around to tell this guy off, but when she locked eyes when him, nothing came out.

"Thanks," Aoibheann finally said with a small smile as she looked at the man in front of her. He was smoking hot. The man was wearing a plain black button down shirt and dark jeans. His sleeves are rolled up, to show off his tattoos.

"I'm Chon."

"So you were going to be my knight in amour," She chuckled, as she took a slip of her whiskey. "I'm Aoibheann."

The rest of the night Chon and Aoibheann spent it talking, dancing (Yes, Chon can dance) and drinking. When the night club closed for the night, they decided to go to the beach. That's when the two found out that they both have a passion for working out. Chon was quick to ask if she wanted to go workout out tomorrow sometime. There was something about the girl sitting next to him, watching the waves. Maybe it was the fact that she didn't take shit from anyone or that she made him laugh. Chon never really laughed and when he did, it was always because of Brooke, but tonight he had laughed so much, and it was because of Aoibheann with her smartass comments. At that moment Chon knew that he wanted to see more of her.

"Thanks for the ride," Aoibheann said as she slid off the back of his bike. The young girl had Chon drop her off a few mansions away from her brother's place. It's not that she didn't like him, it's just Liam's house was a big deal. Also she didn't really know Chon, he could be involved in some rival gang of the IRA.

It was around six in the morning and if she was lucky Aoibheann could make it to her room before Ryan or Liam woke up.

"It's no problem. Well I see you today?" Chon asked with a winning smile.

"Only if you call me," Aoibheann then kissed Chon on the cheek.

"Well, well, my sister a lady of the night," Ryan said as he watched Aoibheann walk into the house, holding her shoes.

"Fuck off."

Ryan just smiled at his little sister. Deep down he was glad that she was finally having some fun, she needed too. But because he was her older brother, he had to tease her, since Liam and Brian wouldn't.

"There is a rumor going around that father is coming here." Ryan said as he followed his baby sister into the kitchen. He then pulled out a box of Pop-tarts and slid them over to Aoibheann. She rolled her eyes, knowing that he wanted her to put some in the toaster.

"Does Liam know?" Aoibheann quickly made Ryan and herself breakfast.

"Well I sure hope he does, if not it will be a nice surprise for him." Ryan was about to make a joke, when he saw the look on his sister's face. His mood changed in a flip of switch. "Sister..." He started to say as he walked over to her. "I promise he will not lay a hand on you or Liam." Aoibheann just nodded her head, knowing that Ryan always kept his promises.

Aoibheann set her pop down on and checked her phone to see that Chon had messaged her back asking if she wanted to meet up later though. She thought it over for a few seconds and then replied saying that she had plans already, which she did. Aoibheann had plans to go see a movie and have dinner with her friend Shannon, but that wasn't until five. Right now though things were just starting to get interesting at her house. She looked out her window and saw Ryan with a torch, who fucking sold her the drugs?! Her brother yelled. Jeff screamed.

'Good thing our nearest neighbors are a mile away.' Aoibheann said to herself as she picked out her outfit for tonight.

There was never a dull moment in her house.