Disclaimer: I do not own any of the character creations in the following fan fiction. I did not watch One Tree Hill while it was on the air. I sure missed out on an excellent show with beautiful characters. The love between Nathan and Haley makes my heart skip a beat. I recently watched all 9 seasons once and then started over from the beginning and cannot get that particular couple out of my thoughts. The following is my attempt to add to the awesome story. Beware Naley fans…the beginning of my story has a lot of Nathan and Peyton. Very, very mature and not intended for the younger audience or those looking for a fluffy romance. I did not intend to have this much "filth," but somehow it poured out of my brain and onto the computer screen. There are definitely major elements of a raunchy erotic tale. So read no further if you are easily offended. My plan is to continue with this story and eventually show the transformation of Nathan more deeply and his growing attraction and eventual love for all things Haley. So if you are ready and willing to give my tale a chance, read on. Please also give me some feedback. I remain as always, confuzed1978. Thanks! (P.S. this is my first fan fiction so please extend some kindness)
Of Comfort and Consequence
Prologue
Nathan Scott was miles away from Tree Hill, alone in an Escalade. He was no longer exposed to his father's whims and unreasonable requests. Relief washes over him. A calmness, a quiet release was just around the corner.
Everyone wants a piece of Nathan. Peyton, his girlfriend, offered solace in her arms during the long nights, but not every night, and what about the days? Peyton got her payment. She pouted and acted punk, but deep down she enjoyed the prestige and pomp of being number 23's girl.
His friends, like Tim, wanted him to be a despot of debauchery. Even the geeks expected them to razz them.
The groupies wanted to bang him, and he let them. What was the difference? No one looked past Nathan's stats on or off the basketball court.
Cruising down the highway away from his mother's neuroses, he was beginning to feel free. Life without consequence is a beautiful dream, but not quite a reality. He was tired of being the jock, the "boy toy," the jerk…
A few hours earlier…
Nathan is lifting weights in his room. He is preparing for his junior year's basketball season. Whitey has not even began scheduling practices, but there is no rest for Nathan. Ask his father, Dan Scott.
"You are pretty good, son, but your grandmother can lift more weight than that. Laziness did not get me to college ball and you don't quite have the gift I had. You are going to have to work a lot harder than that." Dan smirked and added more weight to the barbell.
This was far from the first time his dad acted this way and he usually stuffed his feelings way down inside, but the years of mental abuse where taking a toll. He lifted the weights and felt his right shoulder pop. His eyes misted, but he dared not shed one salty drop.
"What's that, Nancy, hurt yourself? Suck it up, Asshole. I didn't raise you to be weak. Be strong, not weak like your Uncle Keith."
Something snapped inside of Nathan. He grabbed his shoulder pulled his arm and banged himself against the wall. A horrific crunching sound traveled across the room as Nathan's rage allowed him to pop his own shoulder back into place.
"That was stupid. Maim yourself and you really will be worthless. I will take you to have that looked at tomorrow." Dan turned and left Nathan's bedroom.
Nathan, still not having said one word, walked downstairs and out the front door. He took a set of car keys to an Escalade and backed out of the Scott driveway. His dad always had various luxury cars from his dealership. Dan would probably not miss him for a while. Once Dan knew he had agitated Nathan enough, he usually left him alone to stew for the night.