Summary: He came back, ruined everything. A new twist in love.

Disclaimer: Do not own One Tree Hill or Muscle Museum by Muse (which this story is inspired by)

Warning: This story will contain a lot of angst and may not be suitable if you're not into dark fiction. Cursing will be used and minor flashbacks.

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September 16, 2009

Haley sat on her bath tub, shaking uncontrollably. It has been two hours since she been there, scrubbing as hard as she could at her hands. She wanted the scent to fade, disappear, go away once and for all; she didn't want to smell his blood any longer.

Go away, get out…please. She dipped the small black cloth in the water surrounding her, and again began roughly scrubbing at her hands. She scrubbed and scrubbed, that she didn't care if blood would pour out of her wounded hands.

"Fuck!" Haley screamed aggravated. Scrub, scrub, get the hell out of my skin…I cant handle it any longer. God, please. Wash out! Images quickly then invaded her mind:

Gun/ bodies/ tools/ blood/ bodies/ smirks/ tears/ noises/ screams/ pain/ police/ blood/ screams/ ambulance/ tears/ shots/ blood-

"STOP!" Haley screamed, holding her head with her battered hands, instantaneously breaking down to tears. Everything happened too fast, the whole night was too much for her; she couldn't handle it. Haley closed her eyes, trying to think of happy situations, happy anything, but all failed.

Tugging on her hair, she opened her eyes to then realize how close her hands were to her face. Staring at her wounded hands, the flash of blood appeared again; she smelled it. She smelled his blood. Instantly she grabbed the cloth and scrubbed her hands as hard as she could. She was loosing her mind, all her eyes revealed was blood; blood all over her small hands. No matter how much water, scrubbing, the image of blood wouldn't vanish. More tears poured down, and her body was still hysterically shaking. The body of water surrounding her was no longer the hot water she stepped into two hours ago, now it was freezing cold. Her body felt numb, but her hands, her damn hands…they were red, bright red, with drops of blood falling down.

Soon Haley began to hyperventilate, the thoughts of him, emotions/ feelings washed over her like a wave. His piercing blue eyes turning to a navy, evil glare…his loveable smile transforming to a mad smirk. Why couldn't she save him? Why couldn't he had listened to her? Why COUDLN'T he love her as much as she loved him?

Her mind raced to thoughts of him. To his sudden appearance of two years of being away from him. To the realization she had never stop loving him, even after all that had happened. Why couldn't I get over you? How is it that you can make me love you all over again? Why cant I keep you away from my mind? I don't want to love you.

"I cant, DON'T want to love you!" Haley cried. He didn't think of me, if he did, none of this would of happen. He's so selfish, he couldn't think of anyone but himself. Fucking asshole. I hate you!

Without notice, bawling her eyes out and still scrubbing her beaten, over washed hands, Lucas walked into the bathroom blown away. He stared down at Haley's naked body, who seemed to be turning blue, though her hands; red and beginning to bleed. He stepped closer, hearing her mutter:

"Wash over, wash away, wash away…" her tone was broken, shattered with it being slightly raspy. Slowly, not wanting to scare her, Lucas leaned down, gripping his hands on the border of the tub.

"Haley…?" he spoke softly and concerned. Right away, Haley flinched though turned her head to face him. Her eyes were wide open, scarred. But what frighten Lucas was how red her eyes were, as if she hadn't slept in weeks.

Haley sniffed, scrubbing her hands repeatedly.

"I can- cant take the…blood away" Haley cried, flashing her hands at Lucas.

"Haley…" Lucas managed to say after a period of time. He couldn't believe what was appearing before his eyes. His best friend, his independent, his responsible, his kept- together friend, Haley James, was breaking down before him, and for once in his life, he didn't know what to do.

"…Help me" Haley whispered, hysterically shaking. Lucas looked away from her hands to Haley's lifeless eyes; once she spoke those two words, his heart broke down. One guy caused this, one guy he thought would never be back since the last two years…one guy destroyed his best friend, again. Not thinking twice, Lucas walked to the towels and back to Haley. He wrapped the large white towel around her small frame. She quickly flinched, but with all his power he carried her out of the freezing tub, to her bed.

"Lucas…no, my hands" Haley protested, but she didn't stir at her bed, she only laid there, curled up to a ball, beginning to tremble. Rapidly Lucas searched for clothing and as careful as he could, dressed her and then laid a oversized blanket on her.

"Don't leave me" Haley's raspy voice called out as Lucas walked to her door. Lucas turned around, it really did kill him to see her like this. With all his might, he flashed a fake smile.

"I will never leave you, I'm simply going to go get us cookies and hot chocolate. I'll be right back, I promise" Lucas faked cheerfulness. Haley tried to smile, but her shaking lips wouldn't allow it, and with that Lucas quickly walked out of the bedroom, taking in heavy breaths. He leaned against the wall, scanning his surroundings, anything to keep his mind off what had happened hours ago. Taking in another breath, he persuaded walking down the stairs to meet his other close friend.

"How is she?" Peyton asked rising from the couch. Lucas shoved his hands in his pockets.

"A mess. She was still in the tub, like we left her, muttering wash away. Peyton, Haley is a wreck. What are we going to do?" Lucas asked defeated. Peyton walked over to Lucas, embracing him in a hug.

"Let her have her brake down, Luke. What she has been through, she needs it. Give her time" Peyton answered. Lucas sighed, then stepped away from Peyton.

"I still cant believe it happened. Now, from all times" Lucas said. Peyton sighed, looking at her feet.

"I know" Peyton answered almost in a whisper. He came, and it ruined everything.

"Look, go home. The worse has ended. I'm going to stay here with Haley. I'll call you if anything is up, alright?" Lucas asked. Peyton weakly nodded, wanting to be with him and Haley.

"Ok, but call me for anything" Peyton replied. Lucas nodded, hugging Peyton once more.

"I will, now I need to boil water" Lucas said, stepping away from her and walked to the kitchen. Peyton watched him walk away, then soon she began to walk way herself. She was still in shock of what had happened hours ago, and never in her life does she wasn't to relive the horrendous event, ever.

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"Stop, I'm begging you, please stop."

"Never."

A tear scrolled down Haley's face, the pained memory haunted her. Tightening her grip on her blanket, her trembling slowly decreased, though the sensation of a lump grew larger in her throat. Guilt. Haley felt guilty, she blamed herself for what had happened.

He's dying because of her.

"NO!" Haley screeched in denial. It couldn't been her fault, he had it coming. He was turning, she was trying to help him, it's his fault for not trusting her. It was his fault.

"Haley, what's wrong?" Lucas frantically asked, racing toward her.

"It's my fault" Haley sobbed, tucking her head down in shame. Lucas kneeled down beside her, looking deep into her eyes.

"It's is not your fault. He is the one that choose that path, his fault" Lucas answered sternly. He couldn't believe Haley blamed herself.

"If I didn't run away, he wouldn't of ran after me, he wouldn't of gotten shot. He wouldn't be at the hospital fighting for his life" Haley declared, trying to control her tears. Lucas reached for Haley's feeble hand, he looked away then back into Haley's teary eyes.

"He was mad, Hales. He as literally going crazy. You had to run, for your life" Lucas spoke cautiously, while Haley turned her head, rejecting his words. "It was not your-"

"Leave me alone" Haley pleaded, keeping her eye contact away from him. Lucas sighed, standing up.

"Fine, if you need me, I'll be downstairs" Lucas answered, but Haley only flipped to the other side of the room, turning her back on him. With nothing else to say, displeased Lucas walked out of the room.

"I'll always be here for you."

"Always?"

"I promise."

"You lied…" Haley whispered, as the tears kept rolling down.

"You lied Nathan…you lied" Haley murmured over and over until she drifted into a deep sleep, avoiding any thoughts of Nathan Scott.

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Well, that was the first chapter, confused any one? Don't worry, soon the rest will fit in. Though all I can say is if you didn't realize, Nathan is in the hospital fighting for his life. Everyone in this story is in their late twenties. Also I will maintain this story to be no more than 10 chapters, and I assure they will be longer than this first chapter. Expect a lot of flashbacks as well. Please read and reply.