I stirred from my sleep feeling a nudge to my side. Getting annoyed, I pushed the disturbance away, but it returned immediately to continue hitting me.

"What!" I yelled as I awoke, feeling a stiffness in my neck from sleeping in the seat of my car.

"Morning," Lucas called as my eyelids fluttered open.

"You fell asleep in the car last night, I did consider driving you home, but you were sleeping so deeply, I couldn't move you even if I wanted to.

"I feel like I could go back to sleep this instant," I said to him, holding my head so my blurry vision could concentrate.

"Well, I could drive you home and you could lay down. It is Sunday after all," he suggested.

Eh, if only he knew that he was the key to my sleep. "Five more minutes," I begged, closing my eyes again.

"Brooke, we're home," he said, stirring me yet again. And surely, we were back at the Davis homestead with white majestic beauty and beautiful balconies and signature red door.

"I'll just park this in the garage," he said to me as I exited my vehicle. He didn't have his car with him as he had walked to the River Court.

"Lucas! You do realise that your house is literally on the other side of town, right? Just take the car," I offered.

"Won't you need this?" he asked, flabbergasted.

"Well, since I still have some PTSD from driving to the mall, I won't be going there. It is safe to say that I'm gonna spend my day just at home. Why don't you just pick me up tonight?" The words left my mouth before I knew what I was even saying. "I am so sorry, that sounds so date-like, eww, I didn't mean it that way. The car is yours until tonight."

"Why does everyone call you Queen Bitch again?" he asked, furrowing his eyebrows.

"Because somebody has got to play the part of the sexy villain," I whispered in his ear, sending a shiver down his spine.

I felt like my body weighed 3 times what it actually was as I trudged up the stairs. I quickly showered, it made me happy seeing that my scars were healigh quickly. I thought of doing some homework, but laughed the idea away. Netflix seemed boring, so I went back to just sketching some designs, a fun hobby I had picked up.

At around 7, I heard a sound in my driveway. Walking to the balcony atop the main door, I witnessed Lucas' red pick up truck, carrying behind it my rental for the week. "Hey, here you go," he yelled up to me as he hauled my car down.

"Pretty smart to get it this way," I answered. I was in a tank top and shorts and it was freezing outside. I requested him to park my car in the garage and he obliged. I saw his red truck roll out of the driveway after that and felt a sense of loss.

"What is wrong with you, Brooke Davis. Go get another guy, just not him. You don't want to be just another notch on his bedpost," I said to myself.

'Hey Rach, I'm really bored. Wanna be bored vegetables together?' I sent a text to Rachel.

'At a college party, B! Sorry! XO' came her reply moments later.

I just huffed and began to get ready. I was going to go out, and have fun, I didn't care whether my body was hurt, the loneliness hurt far more.

And so there I was, dancing at a club, gyrating my body against some older men who were there. I was drinking whatever was offered to me, anything to shut my brain off. I didn't want to remember. I didn't want to think. I just wanted to be.

I dont remember who took me home, I remember the sharp pain I felt on my sides while we had sex. But the concealer had done its job and as far as I could tell, the man couldn't even have been bothered if he could see the bruises. We went at it three times, and I let him. It was my escape.

As morning came, I saw I was late for school. My body was sore, so I just decided to skip. The man I was with was in the shower, so I quickly grabbed my clothes and exited without making a sound. Brooke Davis never cared for morning pleasantries.

'Hey B, all okay? I don't see you at school.' I got a text from Peyton. I was sitting in the tub, my body enjoying the hot stinging water.

'Yeah, just wasn't in the mood. So I decided to skip today!' I responded.

She responded back with some laughing emojis. This was regular Brooke Davis. Nobody would be wiser. The school would try to contact my parents, but even I didn't have their most recent numbers, so it would make no difference.

I repeated this every day of the week. I made a couple of appearances at school so as to keep Peyton and Rachel from worrying. But, I finally felt like I had some semblance of control in my life.

It was the weekend again and I decided to go to The Blue Post. I dressed in a black tank top that showed the lace of my white bra, and put on a black skirt. Doing my hair and make up, I quickly drove into the familiar parking lot.

I sat at the bar and just like always, within minutes, I had a drink sent to me by some random gentleman. He was sitting at the other end of the bar, right in front of Lucas! Yeah, it was Lucas, alright and he was making out with a random girl. I ignored him, and walked sexily to the man who had bought me my drink.

"Thank you for this," I said, tilting my neck and catching the end of his tie. "This tie looks so good on you."

Hook, line and sinker.

His eyes became darker immediately. He downed his drink in one swift gulp as his hands found the back of my thighs. He pushed me closer to him such that I was standing between his legs.

His hands kept moving further up my legs, almost lost inside my skirt.

I continued to drink whatever it was that he had sent me, not stopping his actions up my skirt.

"Ow!" I screamt suddenly as he pinched the back of my thigh very hard. I was sure he had left a mark there, even though I couldn't see. I gently picked his hands and went to sit down on his lap instead, leaning ahead to kiss him. His hands went up my hair, pulling them so hard, I puffed a deep breath in pain.

His hands soon found my waist, the tank top had risen up and he was in contact with my bare skin. His nails kept digging into my skin and he roughly planted another kiss on my lips, biting them in the process. He had managed to draw some blood, which he chose to lick and taste.

He was happy. I could feel it from his pants, as he wiggled some, me still sitting on his lap.

"How about you take me to your place?" I whispered in his ear.

"The wife is home with the kids. But there is a motel two blocks down," he answered. He quickly pulled me up and dropped some cash on the counter. Not even waiting for me to get fully on my feet, he was pulling me out the door.

He quickly checked us into a room and pushed me on the bed. I pulled out my top and skirt as he licked his lips, seeing me only in my underwear.

He soon lay himself on top of me, forcing his tongue deep into my mouth. With a hard tug, he ripped both my bra and panties off of me. His hands found my nipples as he pinched them with his nails, taking the littlest part.

I couldn't help but let out a scream as I felt the pain. His teeth then replaced his fingers, as they bit and nibbed all over my breasts.

"Brooke!" I heard someone call out from outside.

I suddenly grew alert and conscious. Who could be calling out to me, in a motel?

I suddenly felt a hard bite just close to my navel, and I let out another shout.

Before I knew it, somebody was banging on the door fervently. Five more minutes of it and the door would break off its hinges.

The man atop me groaned as he took a minute to make up his mind of whether to entertain who was behind the door or continue with his fun.

The man outside was not budging as we could tell that he was really trying to break the door down.

My suitor for the night got off me as he opened the door slightly, lucky for him, he was still dressed.

Before I could even tell what was happening, I saw him falling back as the person at the door had punched his eye.

"Hey, what the hell! Who are you?" he shouted. But the guy at the door quickly entered, punching the man's face over and over.

I screamed before I realised that it was none other than Lucas Scott.

"Lucas! What are you doing?" I yelled before pulling the sheets to cover my naked body.

He didn't answer me until the man who just minutes ago had been on top of me was on the cold floor, passed out.

"Brooke, get dressed," he commanded, picking up my skirt and top and throwing it towards me.

I was so scared by what I had just witnessed that I lay still.

"Brooke! Now!" he yelled again, before walking to me and pulling my top over my head. I quickly shoved him away before covering myself. My eyes never leaving the man passed out on the floor.

"Come on," he said, pulling me once I was decent again.

"Lucas!" I shouted again, trying to loosen his deathly grip on my wrist. "Lucas! Why did you just do that? What is wrong with you?"

"Brooke, just get in the car!" he yelled.

"No! Why did you do that?!" I repeated myself.

He just lifted me up, and carried me like a two year old. I swung my legs and hit him with my hands trying to get out, but he was unswerved. He put me down on the backseat of the car, not even the front as he got behind the wheel and rode off.

I just crossed my arms and pouted.

"Do you wanna tell me how you could behave so stupidly so as to go with him, Brooke!" he shouted, looking at me from the rear view mirror as we stopped at a red light.

"Hey, you had your tongue shoved down that blonde's throat yourself!" I spat back.

"Yeah, but that girl was not violent! That man was clearly hurting you, Brooke! Were you so desperate for a lay that you were willing to get yourself killed!" He was ballistic.

Tears flowed down my eyes and I was not able to control them. Lucas had no idea how close to home he had hit.

"Brooke, you can't do that," he said once he saw my guilt-stricken face.

"Brooke, are you okay?" he asked, parking the car on the side of the road. By now I was heaving so hard, my chest had tightened and I found it hard to breathe, as if all the air from the universe had been sucked out. I was having a panic attack.

"You shouldn't have done that Lucas! Dammit! You should have just let me be. You had no right to do that. I didn't need saving! I don't need to be saved. I am fine!" I had no idea if I was saying the words to assure him or myself.

I rocked myself in the backseat, shaking my head. He came and got in the backseat with me.

Not knowing what to do, he tried to put his hand on my back in an attempt to calm me down, but I just pushed his hand away.

"Brooke! What do you even mean by that! That sounds insane! Come on! Talk!" he said holding both my hands so that I would stop rocking myself. I just looked straight ahead.

"B, I am not moving from here until you tell me what in the world is going on and I will be able to catch your lies, so tell me. What is so big in your life that putting yourself in danger is the thing you have to do," he said to me. Another 10 minutes passed, and he didn't stop looking at me.

"I-I do this. I sleep around alot. You-everyone knows that. What you don't know is why. I do it because I can't sleep alone. It is scary, it is futile. I have tried booze and pills and everything those stupid websites suggest to deal with insomnia. But I know why I can't. You know how my parents are never around, yeah that's how it has always been. I am abandoned by them, like a dog left on the streets. Only, I get a mansion instead of a cardboard box, so that somehow makes it okay. At Least I have limitless credit cards. I haven't seen them or spoken to them in so many years, well 6 years 8 months to be exact. They know I'm alive because they get my credit card bills and I know they're alive because they always get paid. That's why you saw me up at all hours at the River Court and how I slept in minutes after being with you, because I cannot sleep alone. So I sleep around, offering myself to have someone next to me, so I dont go completely mad from no sleep."

We didn't talk for a while. Just sat there in silence. I didn't know why I just told him what I told him, but I did.

"You should've just let me be Lucas. What I have to face once you drop me home is so much more painful than anything that man would do to me," I said to him once my tears stopped and I had calmed down.

We drove to my house, the rest of the journey was quiet. I didn't even bother looking at him, as I got out myself, and started walking towards the door. What I didn't expect was him to follow me up. I didn't say anything though.

I walked up to my bedroom and he followed behind. I just went straight into my en suite so I could change into some pyjamas and when I came back, Lucas was standing at my dresser, looking through the pictures on my mirror.

I was confused, I didnt know what I was supposed to say or expect. So, I didnt. I just got under the sheets and closed my eyes.

I saw him go towards the reading chair that was there near the doors to the balcony.

"Oh, don't be stupid. Just get in bed," I said, although he thought I was asleep. I turned on my side, so I would face away from him on the bed. He didn't argue as he got in.

We were both still up for a while, it was just weird I guess. But, what were either of us even going to say?

"I'm sorry you have to deal with that, B," he said, cutting through the silence.

I just decided to get off my high horse, and face him.

"Yeah, it is what it is," I replied before leaning closer to him and snuggling my head into his chest, breathing his scent. His hands went up above my head and rested on my back. Finally comfortable, we decided to just let our bodies relax and sleep.