I thought this was already posted here, but I was wrong. I started it a really long time ago. It's an AU fiction. Please give me some feedback. It should be updated often since half of the fiction has been written. I'm currently working on a new update of Chapter 24 after I post this.
My Security
Prologue
Nathan struggled with the two police officers as they shoved him up the marble steps that lead to the Scott estate. It was the fourth time he had run away in the last three weeks. If only she'd stop finding ways to bring him back.
"I won't fu-cking stay here! Hell no!" Nathan insisted as one of the officers rang the bell while continuing to help the second cop restrain the muscular teen.
"You're going to be locked up or dead before you finish high school at the rate you're going, Hot Shot!" Hernandez shook his head and tightened his grasp on the upper arm of the tall youth.
"Any place is better than here! How about we cut out the middle man and you take me to the detention center now? I could hit you or something. We'll make it look good." Nathan panted in all seriousness.
"Damn you're a twisted little, SOB." The Sergeant rolled his eyes.
From what he could see this kid was more than lucky. He was as rich as Oprah, good looking, and popular. Hell, they had even found him hiding out with some finest women in town on his previous runaway attempts. As far as he was concerned the boy had it all.
"Listen you ungrateful rich brat! Most kids would die to live in a place like this." Sergeant Stafford growled and shoved the boy upright.
"More like die from living here! This is hell. You not tough enough to let me go with you?" the kid smarted.
His stormy blue eyes full of so much anger and pain, that if gave Officer Hernandez and empty feeling in the pit of his stomach. He could swear the deep blue flecks flashing from the boys orbs was fear. Maybe One Tree Hills notorious and frequent runaway truly had a reason to fear something behind those big mahogany doors. Why was he so desperate to get away from this house? He fought with such desperation and despair whenever they caught and returned him to the sugar sweet woman now standing before them.
Hearing the door open, his focus returned to the young man he held firmly. Nathan was visibly shaking and his tan complexion was now a ghostly white when the mistress of the manor appeared. The patrolmen made eye contact, silently discussing the dilemma.
However, one look at the sexy thirty-something blond and their concerns where denied. This pretty little southern belle couldn't harm fly let alone a boy.
Her eyes lit up at the sight of her nephew and unshed tears gathered in her eyes as she emotionally clasped her hands together.
"Oh, my poor Nathan! Thank God!" She tried to touch his face but he jerked away and cut his eyes at her, with a glare so icy it could have frozen over the Sahara.
"I'm sure you can take it from here, Ma'am. Hopefully, this will be the last time this month. Goodnight." Sergeant Stafford suggest as both he and his partner transposed custody to worried guardian.
"Thanks again for finding him. I love him so much, but he's just been so difficult since. Well, you know..." She whispered to the pair and they nodded there sympathies for the boy.
"Anytime, Ms. Scott." Hernandez smiled, bewitched by her beauty and ample cleavage in her low cut blouse.
"Oh, call me Deb." was her sultry drawl while leading Nathan inside without letting go of his wrist. The men chuckled and waved.
"Goodnight, Deb." They flirted in unison.
"Goodnight, Boys." She giggled before slithering behind the door and shutting it. Her head tilted to left, leaving her blond waves bouncing. She peaked from the stained glass window on the side of the front door as Tree Hill's finest descended the steps and got in their car, driving off.
As soon as they were gone, Deb faced the boy that towered over her diminutive frame and the evil bitch that was her true form returned. It could demolish the largest of men. Nathan knew the storm that was brewing and tried to run, but Deb whipped him across the back with long leather strapped detailed with inlay-ed stars, she purposely left hanging on the coat rack by the door. She slashed his back with several steady lashes, leaving him writhing with pain on the floor.
"Where were you this time, you little bastard? You run off with some other old bitch who made you her whore until their husband started to pay attention to her again?! When will you learn that I'm the only one that would put up with trash like you! I control you!" were her cruel words.
She struck him with the strap, leaving star imprints all over his bruised skin once again. Nathan tried crawling down the hall as she continued to lay into him with the torture device. A cold smirk of satisfaction rest on her lips as she raised her arm to crack the leather accessory. Fortunately, she was distracted.
Out the corner of her eye, she caught sight of the half empty bottle of wine on the coffee table. She licked her lips and checked the small flask tucked in her bra. Vigorously, she shook the container. It was empty. She threw the canteen to the floor and rushed over to pour herself a glass of Chardonnay. She swallowed it fast and refilled the goblet.
Nathan groaned and grimaced in agony as he slithered through the door to the basement stairs. He still had another flight after that. His room was in the dank and desolate lower basement. It was already wintry cold down there in the middle of August. Cautiously, he guided himself down the stairs holding onto the railing. The pain tore through his back like bolts of lightening. He was starting to feel lightheaded and leaned his form against the wall. In an effort to get his bearing he lowered his head and swallowed the bile he could feel rising in his throat.
Out of nowhere, he felt a presence. He was startled by a pair of small and gentle hands as they lifted him forward and latched around his middle pulling most of his much heavier weight on the rest of the journey. His eyes remained closed and he nuzzled his exhausted head into the amber tresses of his savior, Haley.
It had been the same way for the last six months. That's when he started running away. Every time he was caught and returned to Deb Scott. After his ritual beating and verbal lashing, he would scurry off to the lower level, well their quarters. Miracle of miracles, Haley was always there to help him.
Deb went on terrible tirades after nights of drinking binges. She would rough Nathan and Haley up, sometimes to the point where Hales had to pop a bone back in place, set a fracture or sew up a deep gash. Their home was a virtual purgatory, but no one seem to notice or care. The fates had dealt them a cruel hand. I guess this is as good a time as any to explain...
Twelve year old Nathan was a happy, well adjusted boy living in a posh Bel Air home. His father was a self-made real estate mogul and his mother a famous shoe designer. Dan and Natalie Scott worshiped their son and he idolized them.. Unfortunately, his parents were died in the crash of their private plane two years ago (Nathan was the only survivor) and the now seventeen year olds world was turned upside down.
His grandparents were excited at the prospect of having their only living heir move in with them. Sadly, their daughter-in-law had other idea. Deb petition the courts to gain control of their estate, citing them as incompetent with Mays failing memory and Royals recent stroke that impaired his speech and his left leg. She had them both placed in nursing facility in Charlotte to make it difficult for Nathan to visit and brought the boy to stay with her. All the Scotts were going to pay for Keith's betrayal and they would pay dearly.
She immediately found Nate's charm and good looks to her disliking. He reminded her too much of Dan, the-one-that-got-away. Leaving her to settle for his less than mediocre sibling. She concluded that the lad would only use those assets of his to use people and break hearts. That's what Scotts did. She vowed to make him see Scotts didn't have any power by beating it into him. However, she abused Haley Myers for an entirely different reason.
Although Ms. Scott hated Haley, she had become custodian when the girl was barely ten. The pretty girl had been abused and brainwashed by her for so long, she didn't try to fight for freedom or reprieve from her brutal attacks. She accepted it bravely. After all, it was her curse.
Lydia Myers, Haley's mom had been Ms. Scott's chef for several years. The day after Hales turned ten, Deb stumbled upon something of interest in her lavish kitchen. Keith unknowingly confessed to having secretly been in love with her chef for years. They had been having an affair for the last year and he was going to ask Deb divorce with the promise Lydia would marry him. An angry and heartbroken Deb left before Lydia could respond.
A few days later, Deb kindly suggested Keith drive Lydia home after work on the stormy April evening.
"There was no need for her to catch the bus when they had five vehicles" the usually snobby witch offered for the first time in all eight years of Lydia's employment.
Ms. Myers was hesitant, but Keith coaxed her into obliging with the bonus of picking Haley up from the sitter on the way home. Reluctantly, Lydia agreed and pulled out of the garage and away from a happily waving Deb Scott. Keith took this opportunity to solidify plans to leave Tree Hill after divorce papers were to be served to his wife the following week. Suddenly, the brakes went out around the sharp turn at Coffin Curve and they were both killed when the car tumbled over the ridge and burst into flames.
Everyone sympathize with the poor grieving widow and Ms. Scott nailed the part. She could let anyone find out what she did. She was just angry at Keith and Lydia. They had made a fool of her and Deb was appalled! Not only did her husband had the nerve to cheat on her, but with someone so beneath them.
When she screwed other men, they were rich, famous and gorgeous. As far as the ex debutante was concerned, the unwed cook didn't fit any of those categories. She had a bastard child, a blue collar job and no breeding. There was no way she was going to let that bitch take away her man and lifestyle. Having sex with other people was no big deal, she did it often. But, falling in love with them and daring to divorce a woman of Deb's status was outrageous. She had to protect herself.
The only living relative of a single mother, Haley was left an orphan. At least, she thought she was one until recently. She and Nathan found an old letter hidden in the false bottom of her mother's memory box. She was born of an affair with Jimmy James, president of the several water and solar power plants around the country. He lived only blocks from her. He was well know and well liked in Tree Hill Too bad he had no idea she existed.
Haley already had a fire going in the big, chilly and almost empty room when they entered. She had even brought them both some soft jersey sheets that cost her a weeks salary, hoping to make the restless boys nights a little more pleasant. She lead him to his bed and he dropped onto his stomach, bringing the small lamp closer to the bed.
Quietly, she left for the bathroom that adjoined both their rooms. She returned with a first aid kit and sat it in the floor beside the shaky twin cot that contain a flimsy mattress and no box spring. Cautiously, she removed his red warm up jacket and hung it up. She sat back down and pulled his t-shirt over his head. Tears began to form in her big brown eyes after seeing the large welts and star imprints tattooing his back like a map of the galaxy. It betrayed the strength his muscular features and beautiful skin of youth.
Nathan bawled his fist and winced while she tended to his injuries.
"I hate that mean old bitch! I wish she were dead!" his gravely voice full of rage an grief. He tried to raise up, but Haley gently coaxed him back down.
"Shhhh.. Calm down, Nathan. You know they lock you up forever it you hit her. Who'll believe it was in self defense. She's way smaller than you."
"I want to kill her, Hales! She deserves to die!" He barked at the fellow prisoner.
"But you won't because you better than that, Nathan... You're safe right now. I'll take care of you." was hummed gently in his ear, relaxing him because he trusted her.
Haley loved Nathan with all her heart even though he never gave her a second thought and spent any free time getting drunk, fighting, and hang out with trashy girls or woman that used his attention to boost their self esteem or for a good lay.
They put him down for his what they considered his less than average intelligence, telling him he never make anything out of himself. Some of them hit him while other loaned him out to their friends for sexual favors or dates. Yet, there relationship was something entirely different. Mainly because of the horrible secret they shared. Nate treated Haley like a sister. One day she hoped he would her as the woman he could fall in love with.
"Why couldn't I have died with my parents? I miss them so much! Why was I saved to live like this? I want to die too!"
Hales lifted her face to meet hers as her brown eyes brewed with hurt and anger.
"Don't You dare say that again! You're all I have! I don't want to be left here with her. I couldn't bear it!" She implored before telling herself over and over he was just venting. She calmed down and stroked his short dark hair. Her soft cheek rested on the bruise free part of his naked back, filling it with tears.
"We just have to make it through Senior year. Then she'll never hurt you again, Nathan. I promise..."
Pamela