My Way Home Is Through You
Summary: /AU/ Peyton Scott has been married to Nathan Scott for over four years. Getting married straight out of high school. Nathan Scott is a wealthy young man, now running his father's company. Peyton starting to realize that she made a mistake by marrying Nathan Scott, who in recent months, had become violent and abusive toward her. Unbeknownst to Peyton, Nathan was having an affair with Tree Hill's hottest star Haley James. In the meantime, Nathan's slightly older brother Lucas, who had been in prison, breaks into his house, taking his wife as a hostage, and fleeing town with her...but keep in mind, nothing in Tree Hill is ever how it seems, and sometimes you have to look harder to find the heart that hides behind the dark.
Chapter One: Only Fooling Myself
Peyton Scott sat on the plush white couch in her over sized living room. She expected Nathan home any minute now, but she had to admit that anymore, when he made his overnight stays at his office, that she didn't really miss him. Was that horrible to say, that you didn't miss your husband when he was gone? Frankly she didn't really care anymore. He had showed on more than one occasion showed that he didn't love her anymore. That he didn't care, hell maybe he never really did. Maybe he only married her because of family pressure. Was she the only one in this relationship, that had actually started out with real actual feelings?
Peyton was drawn back to reality when her cell phone started to scream for her attention. She picked it up, already knowing who it was, and what he was going to say.
"Let me guess, your just too busy to come home tonight?" Peyton asked, already knowing the answer to her question.
"If it's any of your damn business, yes am I. I'm too damn busy trying to make us some money to pay the damn bills. I mean, it's not like your working or anything," Nathan said, already on the defensive.
"Frankly Nathan, your the one that said...and I quote 'No wife of mine is gonna work,' and another thing, jackass husband of mine, I really don't care if you come home tonight, or tomorrow night. Frankly I couldn't give a damn if you ever came home anymore," Peyton screamed into the phone before hanging up.
She knew immediately that it was a mistake, and that she would definitely be paying for that tomorrow night. Especially since Nathan had become quite abusive the past few months. Peyton had learned fast to mask the black eyes, and cover up her overly brusied arms. Luckily it hadn't gotten to bad yet, but she would like it much more if she could figure out what it was that set him off.
The last time he had been physically and mentally abusive, he had a hard long day at work. He came home to the fact that she didn't have dinner ready yet. He violently shoved her against the wall, her head banging hard against the non-giving surface. He grabbed hold of her wrists and pinned them above her head. When she started to cry, screaming that he was hurting her, he just squeezed that much harder, before banging her head repeated against the wall, until she could no longer stand, and she fell to the floor in a helpless heap.
Peyton shook the painful memory from her mind, as she gently touched her still very sore head. She sighed, at least she'd have one night of peace. Peyton stood from the couch, and slowly made her way into the kitchen. Desperately in need of a drink, and figuring the best way to cure that need was to make her favorite drink.
She grabbed one of the martini glasses from the cupboard and sat it down on the kitchen counter. She walked over to the refrigerator and grabbed the ingredients she needed and sat them down on the counter next to her martini glass. She then went on an extensive search for the martini shaker. She found it in one of the cabinets under the counter top. She poured just the right amounts of vodka and dry vermouth into the shaker, added in a bit of olive juice, before shaking the ingredients together, and dumping them into the glass. She sighed happily, as she raised the glass to her lips, taking a sip from it.
"We really need a mini bar," Peyton grinned to herself, holding her glass in one hand, as she went back toward the living room to grab the novel she had been reading before Nathan had called.
It was time for her to call it a night, and just like every night that Nathan wasn't home, she would crawl in bed with her book of the moment and her martini, and read herself to sleep.
After an hour, the martini made it's effect known and Peyton sat her book down, and snugged into bed, pulling the covers up to her face. She sighed, before letting her eyes drift close. She tossed and turned for what seemed like forever, when she heard the bedroom door squeak open. She frowned, knowing that Nathan was home, and that he was going to demand sex.
She felt the bed sink toward the left, as the stocky body slide in next to her. This didn't feel right, this didn't feel like Nathan. Peyton went to open her mouth, she wasn't sure if it was to scream, or to find out who was laying next to her.
She felt an arm around her waist, as another one cupped over her mouth, as she tried but failed to scream.
"Just keep quiet, and you'll be okay," the deep voice said, before turning Peyton to face him.
Peyton's eyes grew wide, as he let his hand slide off her mouth gently.
"Why?" is all she could find herself to ask.