For better or for worse ch 1

Pairing: naley, undecided if Brucas and jeyton or brulian and Leyton.

disclaimer: the only thing I own is the story idea. All characters and anything else affiliated with one tree hill belong to mark Schwann and others.

A/N: before you start, pleae be advised this chapter has mentions of rape and abortion, I promise it's not a dark story but it does start off with this so if it makes you uncomfortable maybe just skim through the story.

Chapter One: This is my story

My name is Haley James. I am 16 years old. I have 6 best friends, Brooke Davis, peyton sawyer, Lucas Scott, Julian baker, jake jagielski, and Nathan Scott.

3 months ago something happened to me. Something that changed my life forever.

This is my story.

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This all started off 3 months ago. It was late, really late at night. I was walking home from Brooke's. Her parents were arguing and they told me to get out, as they usually do when they're arguing about something big. Brooke was going to walk me home, but I told her id be fine. maybe I should've taken her up on her offer, I could've avoided all this.

It was a 30 minute walk home. But, I was feeling lazy that day I would take the back roads to cut time. And that's when he came. Troy bentley, the school jock, the guy who I thought was a good guy. From what I knew about him, nothing like this had ever happened before with him. He was clearly drunk, or drugged, or maybe both. Everything I learnt in my self defence seminar at school evaded my mind.

My instincts kicked in and I tried to scream, but I was too late by that time. He had already got his arm right around my neck, covering my mouth. I remember him slurring some words, probably threatening me. I tried to move, I hit him in his stomach but he didn't let go of me, instead he punched me, really hard in the jaw. He pushed me up against the wall and raped me.

That was three months ago.

I told my best friends, it was a bit hard to keep it from them. I didn't feel comfortable calling my parents, I didn't want to upset them. So I called my best friend, Nathan. I've always been closer to Nathan than any of my other friends.

He took me to the hospital and called the rest of "the seven" so they could be there for me. They helped me to get through most of it, but I had to tell my parents.

There was crying. Lots of crying, mostly by my mother. My dad just kept apologising, he felt bad he couldn't come and get me that night because he got called into work.

They helped me to press charges against Troy, but he was never convicted. It turns out I was right, he was high that night, he'd been an addict for 18 months and O.D'd before he could be convicted. It was innocent at first, apparently he had been using 'study pills' so he could stay awake and cram for his exams, but then it turned a bit darker for him, the drugs had their hooks in him, and they wouldn't let go. The guys he was hanging out with - his so called 'friends' - didn't help the situation either.

I've been doing a lot better now. Now that troy's no longer an issue in my life and my friends and family know the truth. The first month was the hardest. It got really dark. I felt like I couldn't trust anyone. The only person I really let in was Nathan. He had moved into my house when our parents decided to travel the world together, so that we could look out for each other, and so our parents wouldn't worry about us while my parents were stopping in to stay with each of my siblings for a couple months over the last year, before travelling to meet Nathan's parents at their vacation home in London.

I had finally convinced mum and dad I was ok enough for them to go back on the road, especially since I had Nathan staying with me, and my friends were starting to treat me like I wasn't made of porcelain. After after all this, after things were FINALLY starting to get back on track, life just decided it wanted to throw me for another loop. I was pregnant. Yes, I, Haley James, senior student, tutor girl, with the teachers pet attitude and 4.0 GPA, most likely to be valedictorian, was 3 months pregnant. And considering I'm a virgin there was, unfortunately, only one possibility for who I was impregnated by.

And so here I am, sitting in My living room, curled up in the foetal position, clinging to my blanket as if my life depended on it, waiting for Nathan to get home so I could figure out what I would do.

I knew I couldn't have an abortion. Even if this pregnancy wasn't planned, and was the last way I would ever imagine conceiving a child, I couldn't have an abortion, my heart and head were both in agreement over this. So I had one of two options, keep the baby, or give them up for adoption.

As I was contemplating my options, making mental pro-con lists, the door opened and in walked Nathan.

"Hales? You home?" He said as he walked through the hallways.

"Hey" I whispered dejectedly.

"Haley? What happened? How'd it go with the doctor, did they tell you why you've been feeling so sick?" He asked, worry filling his bright blue eyes.

"Nathan" I began as I sat up and sniffles before continuing "I have something to tell you, and I'm not sure what to do"

"Hales you can tell me anything, you know I'll always be there for you. Always and forever right? Now tell me, what's going on?"

I took a deep breath and sighed.

"I'm pregnant."