I actually JUST started writing this on spur of the moment after a sudden burst of insperation.

This is a kind of angsty fic; it deals with alcohol dependency, and other strong subjects. Some of you may be kind of mad about this fic, but I assure there isn't physical abuse in the story capiche? So don't hate me. And no matter what I write this is ultimately a PogueOC, godditt?

I do NOT own the Covenant no matter how much I wish I did.

Haley sat, her back against the door, enjoying the cold chill she felt as her shirt rode up. Tears streamed down her face rapidly, as she tried her damndest to muffle her sob. She glanced around the room, her eyes landing on her bed, wishing she could just lie down: sleep and this would all be over. She knew though that sleep wasn't even a possibility.

Startled, she jumped as a loud bang emitted just behind her. "Haley, open the fucking door," a loud, slurred voice boomed from just outside.

"You aren't coming in here like this, leave, sleep it off," she told him, her voice not once wavering, trying to give the impression that she was stronger than she actually felt. She was scared, she knew it, and if asked she would admit it. She wanted to be strong though, seem stern and in charge so he'd leave, get it that she wasn't backing down this time.

This time.

It sounded really bad when you said it like that. As though he'd always been this completely abrasive drunken bastard. It wasn't always like this. It hadn't always been like this. They had been happy, completely blissed out in new relationship joy. Shit happened, his father died, his mother left a hollow shell. She'd seen the pain in his eyes when he was told the news. He looked so broken, so vulnerable, and she wanted nothing more than to hold him forever, to fix it, to help him. He wouldn't let her though; he pushed her away, her and all of his friends. Alcohol was his only comfort.

"I swear to God, Haley," He yelled, "Open the door, or I'll break it down," he threatened. Her eyes widened it panic, and he jiggled the knob once more.

"Stop it," she demanded her voice less strong this time, her tears slightly distinguishable. He wouldn't hear them though, not in his drunken state. "Please leave," she begged, trying another route.

"Baby," he slurred. "Open the door, okay," he asked, his voice lighter.

Baby

She hated that. He always called her that when he was drunk. 'Baby,' he'd say, I love you okay? Open the door,' he'd say. 'Baby, I'm drunk okay, she didn't really mean anything to me. I love you,' he'd say.



She stood before the door, her eyes closing painfully, putting her head in her hands, she stood. Walking away, she made her way to her bed, and sat down.

"Haley," he said, his now considerably louder voice sending her a warning. She was getting more anxious by the second. She didn't doubt he'd bust the door down. But she didn't know what he would do once that deed was done. He'd never hit her before. He just yelled and broke things, he'd grabbed her twice. Rougher, she thought, then intended. But he had yet to deliberately harm her. Physically anyways.

He said things to her, things she doubted he'd say were he in his right mind. But it didn't take the sting away. It didn't hurt any less when he yelled at her, cursed at her, called her names. As pathetic and sick as it sounded, she thought that one day this would be over, he'd start getting over his father's death, he'd sober up, he'd apologize for the way he treated her, and she didn't hesitate to take him back. In her fantasy, they'd get married, and have beautiful babies: ones with great hair. He'd once again be the man she fell in love with. The one she adored.

This wasn't the way it was supposed to be. They'd graduated only months before, both gotten into great schools for the Fall, everything was supposed to be falling into place. They were supposed to be starting their lives together. This was not the life she wanted for them.

"Open the goddamn door" he boomed, pounding on the door louder than before.

Startled, she jumped up, jumbling around she found her cell phone. Speed- dialing the number three she clutched the phone to her ear in desperation. She waited as it rang becoming more anxious with each one.

"Hello," a groggy voice croaked, after what seemed like an eternity.

"Tyler," she said quietly, her voice sounded broken and fragile, but urgent. The tears were still streaming down her face.

"Haley, are you okay?" he asked, worry evident in his voice.

"No," she said as her voice broke, causing it to come out in a whisper. "Please come get me," she begged. "I'm scared" she admitted.

"Okay, okay," he said hurriedly, now noticeably more awake. "Reid and I will be there in 5 minutes okay, I promise," he rushed out, and the line died.

She breathed easier, if only the tiniest bit. She knew this would be the longest five minutes of her life. She flinched every time he banged on the door, and a fresh wave of tears came with each string of curses.

Finally, a knock came at her window. Her initial reaction was to jump, but was so relieved when Tyler's comforting face came into her view. Hurriedly she flung the window open, and jumped out, 

feeling grateful for her first story room, and ran into Tyler's awaiting arms. "Are you okay," he asked urgently checking her face for any signs of battery.

She nodded, "can we just go," she asked quietly.

He nodded and began walking at a brisk pace towards his black Hummer. "Reid went inside to deal with him." He said reassuringly. They climbed into the car and rode along in silence. The most loaded five minutes of his life. As he parked into the complex of his and Reid's apartment he gently grabbed her hand. "Really," he began, "are you okay," he asked for what seemed like the umpteenth time.

Shakily, she nodded her head, and exited the car. As she hopped down from the car, a wave of appreciation hit her and she ran to him once again, letting him hold her, comfort her. He was her best friend, and she didn't want to push him away.

She knew that her relationship with Pogue would never be the same. And fresh tears came to her eyes. Pulling away slightly to look up at her best friend she shook her head.

"Tyler," she said, "I'm pregnant."

Please don't hate me, I know Pogue's kind of a complete dick thus far, but it gets better for him so don't leave. I am a Pogue lover 110 just know that. Anyways, I love love love reviews, so if you'd be so kind as to hit that nice spiffy 'go' button it would kind of make my day. Thanks guys.