I know you guys are waiting on the update to the other story but I want the chapter to be perfect to I'm taking sometime on it, and honestly this story was calling me. I know the first chapter is a little short, but it's just a taste, I want to know if I should continue with it or not. So please let me know in the reviews. If you don't know what Stolkholm Syndrome is you'll find out soon…

Chapter One: Every Night Is Another Story

All Nathan could see was blood over his father's body. He heard Dan whimpering, and Nathan felt his rage grow, why wouldn't he die? Nathan continued to slam his foot into Dan's head he heard the siren approach. God, his father was such a bitch. He was screaming for help so loud Nathan knew someone would end up calling the cops. Nathan bent down to try to feel his father's pulse. He placed his thumb on his wrist, and then placed it on Dan's neck to confirm what he knew, his father was dead. Nathan ran out the back way as he heard the cops approaching. He did what he needed to do, his mom was safe now. Now he had to focus on not dealing with the consequences. Nathan jumped in his car, which currently had the top down, and sped off, not knowing where he was headed. All Nathan knew was he needed to leave Tree Hill.

Haley stared at her apartment, it was nice. She had left Los Angeles because she needed a nice quiet place to settle down too. Tree Hill seemed like the right place, small town, no crime, it was perfect. Haley put on her sweats because she wanted to go for a jog and placed her hair up in a ponytail. She didn't really know anyone in Tree Hill other than her brother Marvin, known to most as "Mouth". They were half siblings, so they did happen to have different last names, and Haley was so anxious to see him. She hadn't seen him in years, but she talked to him almost all the time, she was his best friend and he was hers. The last time they spoke they had a fight however, Brooke had slept with some asshole named Chris Keller. Haley couldn't understand how Mouth would put himself in a position to be stomped on by Brooke, but when she tried to explain her position to him he got mad and hung up on her. Haley couldn't even understand Brooke sleeping with Chris, Haley couldn't even see herself kissing Chris Keller, let alone giving up a great guy to be with Chris.

Haley started jogging, never looking back. Running was her out, her release; she did it often just to reprieve herself from this thing called life. Haley turned her CD player up when she heard sirens, she looked up to see a red convertible speed by. Haley turned through the alley to take what seemed to be a convenient shortcut. Haley felt her legs tightened, she knew she was reaching her 3 minute mark; she knew her legs were about to give way and she was going to collapse. She shouldn't have been running, the doctor told her not too. She had a bad knee, a really bad knee. If she continued to run, and didn't stop and stay off her feet as much as possible for 6 months, she would lose her ability to walk. But Haley didn't care she would lose her release, Haley without running was like people not having dreams. She would go insane.

Nathan swerved his car past the building, about to make a pivotal turn when two cop cars cut him off. Nathan had no choice he had to stop the car or he would get hurt. Nathan slammed his foot against the breaks, shivering at the sound of his tires scraping against the street. He closed his eyes praying he wouldn't slam into the two cars. He didn't.

"Get out of the car and put your hands in the air." Nathan heard a cop command over a loud speaker. Nathan didn't know what to do, he did not want to go to jail. That was not going to happen, if he had anything to say about. Nathan suddenly came up with a plan, he had seen it in the movies, "the distressed criminal" that's who he had to be. Then maybe I could plead temporary insanity, Nathan thought to himself. Nathan grabbed a gun out of the glove compartment, held it to his side then got out of the car. As soon has his feet hit the pavement, Nathan placed the gun to his head.

"I'm sorry, I don't know why I did it, I might as well just kill myself and get it over with." Nathan started to shed tears as his hand started shaking on the gun. He hoped they were buying this.

"Son, please put the gun down let's talk about this, just talk about it." Nathan smirked in his head, they were buying this.

Haley felt a stinging feeling going through her lower body, her calves were starting to tighten and she felt her feet burning. Haley looked down, because she felt as her feet were on fire, suddenly Haley's legs gave way, and she felt herself slam into a hard body. Haley got up off the pavement and looked up to see a man clearly distraught standing before her with a gun. The next thing Haley knew she was wrapped in the man's arms and something cold was pressed against her temple. It was a gun.

"Put your guns down or I'll kill her." Nathan yelled, this girl whoever she was, was his getaway ticket.

"Put your gun down!" Nathan repeated as he saw only a handful follow his orders, suddenly all of their guns were drawn. Nathan released a warning shot in the air, when he remembered there were cops behind him. Nathan turned sideways so all the cops were in his view, and told the cops behind him to move through the front so no one would get hurt. As they did as he was told he walked backwards with the girl still intertwined with his arms.

"Don't follow me, if you do her blood will be on your hands." Nathan warned.

Haley felt her knees start to buckle, but not because of her bad knee. But because she was scared for her life.