A/N - Hey people. Another new story, I know, I know. Sorry, I just can't help it. Also a few hours ago I posted another new story called "How Did We Get This Way?" It's a two parter. The first part is up now, check it out!

Now onto this story. I think it's pretty original and I like it. It will eventually be BL. PLEASE REVIEW. I WON'T CONTINUE IF I DON'T GET A GOOD AMOUNT OF REVIEWS.


"Brooke? Miss Davis?" Sixteen- year -old Brooke Davis didn't respond. She just sat there, staring at the blank, cream- colored wall. This was not what she deserved. Her parents claimed it was purposely just to "help her", that they weren't mad and that this wasn't a punishment. No, Brooke thought, It's beyond punishment. She's supposed to be partying with her friends in Cancun. But no, her parents insisted on "helping her." She doesn't need help. She's perfectly normal. Besides, she only did it once. Or maybe twice...

"Okay, I'll wait for when you're ready to talk." The woman, who sat one leg crossed over the other, was scribbling things on her clipboard.

This is what had been going on for the past week since she arrived at the North Carolina Rehabilitation Treatment Center. She'd have her daily meet with her therapist, Becky, and she'd just sit there. As Becky would jot down Brooke's behavior on that sheet of paper.

"How do you feel?" Becky always asked her. What kind of question is that? How do you think she feels? How would you feel if it was spring break and while all your friends were partying in Cabo or Cancun you were stuck in a hell hole, otherwise known as rehab. She didn't even do it that much. Her friends did it way more often and where are they? Not in rehab that's for sure.

"Brooke," The woman's tender voice caught Brooke's attention, "If you ever want to get better, you're going to have to let me know what happened."

"Don't you know what happened? I'm sure my parents filled you in on every detail."

"But I need to hear your side. I need to know how you feel."

"How I feel? You wanna know how I feel? How would you feel if you were stuck here during spring break while all your friends were on vacation? How would you feel if your parents stuck you in here without even hearing your side of the story? If this freakin' security bracelet wasn't on I'd break out of this place! That's how I feel."

"Well," Becky sighed as she sat back on the plush leather chair, "It's good that we're getting somewhere."


Then there's group. Where everyone listens to each other's problems.

"And how do you feel about that?" The group leader, Jessie, would ask after the individual person would share their long, sad saga. Jessie's just as bad as Becky.

"Brooke. It's your turn. Would you like to share something?"

"No." She stated simply as she pushed a piece of hair behind her ear.

"Okay, when you're ready we're all ears. Who's next? Lucas? How about you?"

Lucas, as Brooke learned, was a very shy guy. Just like her, in group, he would never speak. He would just shake his head without talking and he'd skip his turn. Today was no different.

"Okay, moving along, Jen? Anything?"


And then eventually it was lunch time. The only time you were allowed to use the phone. Not that Brooke used it anyway. She had no intentions on calling her parents. And her friends, well, her friends were all back stabbers. They told her parents about her "problem" despite them having it, too!

Brooke waited online and got her lunch that consisted of...ugh...she doesn't even know what it is. It's like really bad jail food. How much was this place costing her parents anyway?

As she took a seat at a deserted table she looked across the dining hall and saw Lucas sitting alone, too. He was writing in a small book while taking small bites from his food.

Brooke looked at her "food", or if it can even be called that and pushed the fork around the plate. She held her breath and took some food on her fork and practically forced it down her throat.

She'd have to take care of that later...

After she had eaten most of the "food" she walked towards the garbage which was coincidently next to that boy Lucas' seat.

"Hey." She said as she took a seat across from him. "You're in my group, right?"

"Yeah. I'm also in your math, english, language, science, and social studies class at school." He said going back to writing.

Oh right! He's Lucas Scott!

"Oh, right. I recognize you. You're Lucas Scott."

"Yeah, the boy you and your friends make fun of."

"Oh, they're not my friends anymore-."

"Just forget it."

"So why are you here?"

"I can ask you the same thing."

"It's well..."

"Don't worry I won't go back to school and ruin your reputation, your secret's safe with me." He said not lifting his eyes off the book.

"Why do you have to be like that?"

"Like what? You never talk to me in school and suddenly you see me here so you think we can just become buddy-buddy. I know who you are, Brooke Davis. And I know that once we get back to school, which has to be sometime, we're not going to be stuck here forever, you're going to pretend like this never happened. No excuse me, I want to be alone."


Late at night, Brooke lay on her bed sketching clothing designs in her sketchbook, while her room mate, Elizabeth, sat up, reading a book.

Brooke closed her book and turned her attention towards her room mate.

"I gotta go do something. Can you keep cover?"

"Mhmmm." The girl responded not paying much mind to Brooke. She didn't have to anyway. She knew what Brooke was about to do. She'd been doing it ever since she had got here. And the same thing happened each time.

Brooke pulled her hair back with a scrunchie and sat on her knees in front of the toilet. She stuck her finger in the back of her throat, gagging a bit. And then after a while it was out of her. Just as she started brushing her teeth there was a knock on the front door. She hurried her speed and got out just as her room mate opened the door. It was one of the therapists doing the daily "night checks". They would walk around the room trying to see if they found anything suspicious. They even checked the bathrooms, ew. As the woman walked into the bathroom, Brooke bit her lip. Would they find out? But her worries were put aside. Just as quick as they walked in, they walked out.

"Well, everything looks okay here. Goodnight ladies."

"Goodnight." Both replied in unison.

Brooke Davis has bulimia. Brooke Davis is in rehab.


A/N - Good? I hope so. REVIEW!!!!!!!!