Ok, guys, this is really crazy idea, but I can`t fight myself) I will try to write this story, because my summer vacation is boring. I know, I know, dammit, my English looks like Google translator, but I`m in love with that language, yeah. And I need to practice, because in next year I`ll have an English exam (oh gosh, i`m insane). But I really need your support and advices)

So, what do we have?

We have Lucas Scott and his problem with alcohol.

We have Haley James Scott and Nathan Scott and their weak attempts to help their friend.

We have Jamie Lucas Scott who needs his uncle.

We have Brooke Davis and her so-called perfect life with Rachel in NY.

We have Peyton Sawyer.. Oh, where is P?

We need just 1-4 seasons)

Naley, Brucas-centric, Leyton, Brulian (maybe)

Wish me luck)


Chapter 1

The walls of the Atrophy

Return to days when you knew you still felt alive.
Reveal the way you felt when you could look inside.*


She couldn`t say that she was perfect person. She couldn`t say that she was perfect friend. She couldn`t say that she was perfect mother for her child. She couldn`t say that she was perfect wife for her husband. Define perfect. All people are subject to ups and downs, to stumble again and desperately rush into battle. Every day she tried to bring her family to the possible perfect position and she did it good. She would never say that she regretted friendship with someone, because every her friend is a part of her family, her support and assistance. She would never say that she was unhappy with her husband, because their meeting opened new life for her. She would never say that doubted her baby because her son is jewel that she will cherish until breath.

You can call her life perfect. But sometimes Themis turns away at the right moment, leaving mortals to rake all shit.

It was usual weekend, no signs of anything that might stir up again a quiet life at Scott`s home. Nathan went to the store, taking the responsibility for preparing a family dinner. Jamie was lying on the couch and watching Nikelodion. Haley prepared a work plan at the school on Monday, received a call from Brooke ...

Brooke Davis. This girl once could win any heart only with a wave of eyelashes, she`d never thought about her future and even caused the hostility Haley. But now, after all these years, Haley associated Broke Dais with unflinching courage and with firmness, diligence, and a heart of gold, of course, pure beauty. This young woman became the founder of a successful clothing line «Clothes Over Bros» and now was filled with work in New York, which cut her off from Tree Hill. Haley missed this always cheerful and full of energy woman, she never missed an opportunity to ask about, does Broke ever think about getting back in Tree Hill for some time. But in the answer she had only some pathetic excuses.

But Haley never went into details of what was happening in Tree Hill. She loves Brooke too much to bother her healing heart and exhausted soul with troubles that might wake up the ghosts from her past. Their past. But deep down, she hoped that the truth will come out.

She was put out of her thoughts by a call of the mobile. She picked up the phone and answered immediately.

"Yeah."

"Haley..."

"Hi, Owen. What's wrong?" Owen was a bartender in Tric. She couldn`t say that their meeting was some good-send, but he was a good guy.

But before Owen could answer on her question, Haley cut him off:

"Oh, my God. It`s him. Again?"

"Haley, I'm sorry, I just came. And he was already here ... I'd take him, but I don`t think my boss-"

"Don`t worry, I'll do it," she cut him off, lowering her voice and throwing a worried glance at Jamie, making sure he doesn`t hear her talk. Haley wearily closed her eyes and squeezed the bridge of her thumb and forefinger. "Just keep an eye on him, okay? I will be there soon."

"Good."

"Owen."

"Yup."

"Thank you for calling."

"This is the least that I can do, Hales."

She got up off the couch and was about to call Jamie, as she heard a knock at the door. Haley blinked, trying to get rid of the tears, and opened the door.

"I don`t understand how you go shopping and have a whole car of food." It was Nathan's voice from behind a mountain of food packages. "Oh, and you never drop something or crash, honey."

"Nate," she took from him a few packages to see his face but he quickly cut her off.

"I got psychological trauma, while I was standing in line, which lasted an eternity. I hate supermarkets! So you`ll help me with dinner, and then we-"

"Nathan!" He stared at her, widely opened his eyes. Haley took a deep breath, put the bags on the kitchen table and turned to face Nathan. "Owen called."

He kept quiet. Putting food packages on the table, he leaned against the wall and shook his head, pressing his lips together tightly, as if he was afraid to say something rude about what he would be sorry. Haley noticed how tightly he clenched his jaw, and a shiver ran down her spine. When they touched this topic, Nathan was always laconic, spending all his energy not to give emotions to overcome his mind. In this case, she always loses him.

When Nathan stepped aside, Haley caught him, gripped his arm, stopping him.

"Let me do this."

"Hales, he's my fucking brother," he whispered, trying to control his emotions.

"I know," her quiet tone makes him relax a little, but Haley continues to hold him. "That`s why you are staying here, and I will take care of him. You should have dinner with Jamie and then take him into the room, okay?" He answers with a nod and puts the car keys in her hand.

"Be careful. The last time..."

"Everything will be fine," she smiles at him, trying to get her hand into the sleeve of her denim jacket. To be honest, she`s not sure that everything will be fine. Things have become too complicated and you can`t just put everything on the right places with a click of the fingers. "I`ll call you."


Every time the road to the Trik seemed to her a living hell. Each light must illuminate a red light, so she spent precious minutes, someone just didn`t want to give her the way (Haley willing to bet that they are not in a hurry, that their friend doesn`t burns his life in vain, that they have no need to extend his from another nasty situation.) Every time she catches herself thinking that she could spend the evening with her husband and child, and forgetting about what happening behind the walls of her home. Nobody deserves this pain. She didn`t deserve to hear his blunt talk, swallowing one insult after another. Nathan didn`t deserve those sleepless nights when he looks for his brother in bars and taverns. Oh God, Jamie didn`t deserve to see his uncle in this way.

She immediately noticed his blond top behind a bar counter. She somehow got used to this picture.

"I warned you, Luke."

"Oh, it`s you," he doesn`t even turns around to look into her eyes. Haley frowned at the smell of alcohol. "I don`t need your help."

"Of course," she sits down beside him, trying to keep the last pieces of her self-control. "I told you that if I see you again like this, I will keep Jamie away from y. I warned you that if you start again, then my house will be closed for you."

"Do I have some problems with pronunciation?" He turns around and meets her gaze. Her warm brown eyes looking at him with some hostility, but now there is no sorrow, no pity. "I don`t need your help. I have never asked anyone of you to climb in my life. Your idiotic advice can`t fix the situation, Haley. I don`t care, do you hear me? I don`t care! Because when I needed your help, you didn`t take my side, and only judged me. So what's the difference?" She helplessly watches as he drinks a glass of tequila. Maybe it's really her fault? "Are you still here?"

"Do not talk like that." Haley closes her eyes for a moment. She knows that he is broken, defeated, that he was hurts. God, she knows that she can`t help him with it. And she knows that she has no right to involve someone in this business. She can no longer scream at him, fight for nothing. "We miss you, Lucas. Is it so hard to understand? All you're doing is ruining yourself. You have a whole life, and you... I don`t want to teach you how to live. But I don`t want to lose you."

"People always leave."

This blonde girl was under his skin. She was in his veins. And all that she is ever brought into his life, was the destruction. Haley didn`t understand how someone could destroy someone`s live with one word. It all seemed so unreal, so impossible. And it was hurt like hell.

"I'll take you home," she touches his hand his hand but he pulls back, avoiding contact with her.

"Leave it. I can call a taxi, when I want."

Haley makes a gesture with her hand, calling Owen, and rises from her seat. She needs Luke at home tonight, and all conversations can be left until morning.

How could this happen?

How could they allow something like this?


So, please-please r\r)

*The Red Jumpsuit Apparatus - Atrophy