Do not own anything….I want to own Nathan

Note: This is very AU. Everyone is 20, Naley are not married only dating. Brucas are together, and the thing with Peyton happened, but not the school shooting. Jeyton are together. Brooke and Nathan don't know each other. Nathan and Lucas are cousins, Keith is Lucas' father and they haven't seen each other sicne they were young. Haley and Lucas are best friends, but Haley moved when they were eleven. That's about it for now, enjoy!

I got this idea from the song Heartbeats by Jose Gonzales

Heartbeats

The Confusion And The Pain

"Did you sleep with him?"

Nathan Scott looked at his girlfriend Haley James expectantly, as she looked at the ground, silently crying.

"Haley, did you sleep with Chris?"

Chris Keller, a musician who had promised Haley he would help her with her singing career, but Nathan knew it was bullshit. The way Chris looked at Hley and flirted with knew for sure it was all crap when he heard a message from Chris to Haley he wasn't suppose to hear.

"Nathan, please-

"NO! Answer my fucking question, did you fuck him?"

Haley put her hands on her face and began shaking her head. Nathan ran his hand through his dark hair and sighed. He walked to the kitchen table and put his hands on down. He closed his eyes for a few seconds, attempting to calm himself down. He didn't need this, this shouldn't have happened. He told Haley, Chris was full of shit, but she had told him to stop being jealous. He tried to think of their good memories, when Chris didn't exist, the time they first met, or their first kiss, he needed something to calm him down. After failing at calming down, he gave up and opened his eyes. He looked out the window, knowing that if he looked at Haley he'd lose it.

"Did you or did you not sleep with him?"

Haley backed up to the wall, and removed her hands from her face. She stared at Nathan for a while before answering, "I'm sorry."

Nathan slammed his fist on the table, causing Haley to flinch.

"How could you? After all the shit we went through? I loved you!"

He was on the verge of tears, but he wouldn't give her the satisfaction.

Haley squeezed her eyes shut and slid down to the ground, "I love you, too."

Nathan glared at her, "Don't tell me you fucking love me, after confessing you screwed Chris." He was silent a moment before continuing, "Do you love him?"

Haley looked at him, startled, "What?"

"Do. You. Love. Him?"

Haley looked down at her hands, "I don't know." She whispered.

He was pissed off, hurt and he felt betrayed. He gave up everything for her, so she could be a singer. He changed for her, everything he did was for her. Nathan kicked the chair closest to him, and headed towards the door. Haley got up, following him close behind.

"Nate, where are you going?"

"Anywhere, but here."

"Nate, please. We have to talk about this. I'm leaving tomorrow-

"Exactly, so when I get back you'll be gone. And save me the sad victim crap, you screwed him, and when you're on tour with him, fuck him as much as you want."

"Nathan, I love you."

Nathan whirled around to face her, eyes burning with rage, "You love me? The why did you have sex with him? Why are you going on tour with him? Why didn't you listen to me when I told he was no good?"

Haley shrank away, not wanting to answer. Nathan straightened up and turned to face the door, "Have fun on tour."

All that was left to hear now was the door slam.

She held her cheek as the stinging sensation began. If anyone had told Brooke Davis four years ago that Lucas Scott would hit her she would tell them to go to hell, but here they are four later, Lucas Scott has just hit Brooke Davis.

"Shut the fuck up, Brooke."

Tears pooled her hazel eyes, as she stared into Lucas' blue eyes. The same eyes that she would get lost in, were now scaring her.

"I'm sorry, Luke."

He shoved past her violently, and entered their bedroom, slamming the door behind him.

Brooke slowly sat down on the couch, letting go of the tears that were threatening to fall. They weren't supposed to turn into that. Their love wasn't supposed to be like that.

She had noticed the change in Lucas about five months ago. He had been in accident with a drunk driver. The Lucas that survived that wasn't the caring, loving, brooding Lucas Brooke had fallen in love with, but the angry, bitter and violent one who had just hit her. It had started with anger and resentment towards everything. He would snap at her over every little, meaningless thing, but still she knew he loved her. Then he told her she was nothing but a fat fucking whore, and that was why he had slept with Peyton, and she had to admit, that one left a scar, but still she knew he loved her, especially since he apologized for about an hour, followed by the most passion filled kiss ever. About two months later, the violence began. He had slapped her after she screamed at him for being a jealous prick. He looked at her for what seemed to be an hour, as she sat their and cried. Lucas pulled her into a hug which she was afraid to decline. For the rest of the night he apologized and told her he loved her.

A month later, and here she is, sitting on the couch, nursing her most recent 'affection'. She knew her Lucas died in that accident, but she stayed with him, because needed to believe that he was still in there somewhere. Because she needed to be loved, because she needed Lucas, despite his daily attacks.

Lucas emerged from the bedroom and looked at her, "You're pathetic."

When he got no response from her, he slowly crept towards her and took a seat beside her, "I don't know why I do it, I love you. Thank you for putting up with me, pretty girl." He kissed her forehead lovingly, a sign of affection Lucas used to do.

Brooke squeezed her eyes shut and tried to savor the moment, before something else pissed him off, but it was too late.

"Why the fuck are you still crying, I apologized. You know what, fuck you; you can sleep on the couch. My book tour starts tomorrow, cry as much as you want while I'm gone, but when I get back, get over yourself."

Lucas gave her one last look, before slamming the door of their bedroom. Brooke wrapped her arms around herself and tried to remember the days before the accident, when he still loved her.

She looked at the coffee table, where Lucas' book lay. The book was about them, and their love. Sadly, the people in the book either don't exist or are getting ready for extinction. Brooke missed the strong and confident Brooke, the one who wouldn't put up with his shit, unlike the weak and vulnerable person she is now.

She needed to get out, she needed air. Brooke got up and grabbed her jacket. She checked herself in the mirror and shook her head. She was wearing dark blue skinny jeans, with a white tank top and blue vest on top. She looked beautiful, but she heard Lucas' voice telling her she wasn't. The old Brooke would know she was hot, but this Brooke hadn't had that feeling in a long time. She slipped on her black boots, and smiled a fake smile; she wasn't going to need it. She combed her fingers through her auburn hair and attempted to use her hair to hide the bruise forming on her face. Satisfied, she looked around the apartment, stopping at their bedroom door, as a tear slid down her cheek. She slowly and quietly opened the door, as if she was trying to escape.

If you think you about it, she was.

I know Lucas is very out of character, but you'll see why later. You kind of know what their state of mind is, and what they've been going through. Next chapter you learn more about how it was and how it is, also Brooke and Nathan run into each other.

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