He thought He Knew Me
By Aaliyah- Faith
Disclaimer: I don't own one tree hill or any of the characters. (Unfortunately because if I did Lucas and Haley would have got together ages ago)
A/N: Hey all this is my first fanfic so please give me your opinions. Criticism welcome unless it's cruel.
Pairings: L/H
He always thought he knew me, it was his full belief that he could read me like a book, but he can't. He knows what I want him to know. He sees the pain in my eyes but he never knows why or how deep it runs. I brush it off and he trusts me enough, maybe even too much to believe the lies.
Sometimes I get so angry he's meant to be my best friend, he should now everything about me, how can he not see through my lies and feeble excuses, its like he doesn't even care.
The evidence is staring him in the face and he just blatantly ignores it. But then I realize he has undying faith that I tell him everything. Maybe he finds it too unbelievable to even think that I've been hiding this terrible secret for all these years. So I'll just continue this charade and let him live in blissful ignorance.
The weekend is over and thankfully my mother has left me alone for the week. I don't think my body could've handled much more anyway.
I get up and look in the mirror. My appearance even shocks me. My face is a multitude of colors. I lift up my top, and, as gently as possible assess the damage. My ribs are black and blue and my back is not much better, it is covered in deep bloody cuts.
I gasp in pain, biting my lip to stop myself from crying out. The dried blood is making my top stick to the cuts and as I take it off they are being ripped apart and reopen. Blood starts to trickle down my back and as my eyes begin to well up I can't help but pray that I don't need stitches.
I step into the shower trying to ease my broken body, the hot water is like pins pricking my already tender flesh and I hiss at the new torrent of pain that sweeps through me.
I can't stop the tears from falling and the sobs that are now wracking my body. God what did I do to deserve this, am I such a horrible person?
Maybe I don't keep my room tidy enough or maybe I'm not pretty enough or popular enough but is that justification? I guess in my mother's eyes it is.
As each blow rains down harder then the first I have to listen to her telling me how weak and pathetic I am. When I was younger I could just brush it off but lately it has been getting harder and harder to ignore.
When I'm alone in my room at night that little nagging voice of doubt creeps into my head. I must be pathetic and ugly Lucas will never look at me they way he looks at Peyton. I will always be the best friend never the girlfriend.
I try to push these thoughts out of my head as I step out of the shower, Lucas will be here soon and I can't let him see me like this. He is beginning to see through my "strong" façade and I just can't let that happen.
I avoid looking at my battered body in the mirror and step into my room searching for clothes. I turn on the radio trying to block the torment of memories as I find a pair of jeans and a long sleeve top.
I carefully slip the jeans on and make my way over to the mirror to apply the concealer to my face.
Pleased with the work I've done I smile. God I can't believe I'm actually proud I can conceal bruises and cuts.
I walk slowly over to the bed so as not to hurt my ribs, movement and breathing are beginning to be a problem. Oh well toughen up Haley put on your happy face and no one will know the difference.
I reach for my top and its then as I'm lifting it over my head I hear him.
He taps gently on the door saying "Haley I'm coming in so you better not be naked"
"Lucas Don't" but its too late the door opens and there I am looking into those deep blue eyes.
I look like a deer trapped in headlights as I scramble to put my top on. I can't help the cry of pain that escapes my lips at the sudden movement.
"Haley" he whispers................
So tell me what did you think should I continue or just quit while I'm ahead. Feedback is a vital. Thanks a mil.
By Aaliyah- Faith
Disclaimer: I don't own one tree hill or any of the characters. (Unfortunately because if I did Lucas and Haley would have got together ages ago)
A/N: Hey all this is my first fanfic so please give me your opinions. Criticism welcome unless it's cruel.
Pairings: L/H
He always thought he knew me, it was his full belief that he could read me like a book, but he can't. He knows what I want him to know. He sees the pain in my eyes but he never knows why or how deep it runs. I brush it off and he trusts me enough, maybe even too much to believe the lies.
Sometimes I get so angry he's meant to be my best friend, he should now everything about me, how can he not see through my lies and feeble excuses, its like he doesn't even care.
The evidence is staring him in the face and he just blatantly ignores it. But then I realize he has undying faith that I tell him everything. Maybe he finds it too unbelievable to even think that I've been hiding this terrible secret for all these years. So I'll just continue this charade and let him live in blissful ignorance.
The weekend is over and thankfully my mother has left me alone for the week. I don't think my body could've handled much more anyway.
I get up and look in the mirror. My appearance even shocks me. My face is a multitude of colors. I lift up my top, and, as gently as possible assess the damage. My ribs are black and blue and my back is not much better, it is covered in deep bloody cuts.
I gasp in pain, biting my lip to stop myself from crying out. The dried blood is making my top stick to the cuts and as I take it off they are being ripped apart and reopen. Blood starts to trickle down my back and as my eyes begin to well up I can't help but pray that I don't need stitches.
I step into the shower trying to ease my broken body, the hot water is like pins pricking my already tender flesh and I hiss at the new torrent of pain that sweeps through me.
I can't stop the tears from falling and the sobs that are now wracking my body. God what did I do to deserve this, am I such a horrible person?
Maybe I don't keep my room tidy enough or maybe I'm not pretty enough or popular enough but is that justification? I guess in my mother's eyes it is.
As each blow rains down harder then the first I have to listen to her telling me how weak and pathetic I am. When I was younger I could just brush it off but lately it has been getting harder and harder to ignore.
When I'm alone in my room at night that little nagging voice of doubt creeps into my head. I must be pathetic and ugly Lucas will never look at me they way he looks at Peyton. I will always be the best friend never the girlfriend.
I try to push these thoughts out of my head as I step out of the shower, Lucas will be here soon and I can't let him see me like this. He is beginning to see through my "strong" façade and I just can't let that happen.
I avoid looking at my battered body in the mirror and step into my room searching for clothes. I turn on the radio trying to block the torment of memories as I find a pair of jeans and a long sleeve top.
I carefully slip the jeans on and make my way over to the mirror to apply the concealer to my face.
Pleased with the work I've done I smile. God I can't believe I'm actually proud I can conceal bruises and cuts.
I walk slowly over to the bed so as not to hurt my ribs, movement and breathing are beginning to be a problem. Oh well toughen up Haley put on your happy face and no one will know the difference.
I reach for my top and its then as I'm lifting it over my head I hear him.
He taps gently on the door saying "Haley I'm coming in so you better not be naked"
"Lucas Don't" but its too late the door opens and there I am looking into those deep blue eyes.
I look like a deer trapped in headlights as I scramble to put my top on. I can't help the cry of pain that escapes my lips at the sudden movement.
"Haley" he whispers................
So tell me what did you think should I continue or just quit while I'm ahead. Feedback is a vital. Thanks a mil.