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A/N: This story takes place before sophomore year for One Tree Hill & the OC. It is the summer before sophomore year starts, they are all 16, and The OC is during 1x06. The plot will not be exactly like cannon.

Chapter 1:

"Thanks for the ride B," said Charlize, getting out from the passenger seat.

"Bye C, don't forget tomorrow, shopping then we'll go to that college party I told you about," said none other than Charlize's best friend, Brooke Davis, before driving away.

Sighing, Charlize riffled through her purse for her house keys as she walked forward to the front door. Fumbling slightly with the keys, she smiled in victory as she managed to unlock the door without making too much noise.

The last time she did, her mother had a hissy fit and gave her a huge lecture that if she were to come home late, then she was supposed to respect the quiet – or whatever, something along those lines. When her mother lectured her, Charlize made it a habit to drift off into space and block her mother's annoying voice.

She walked over to her room silently, her hand reaching for her doorknob, when the light flickered on, and she came face-to-face with her mother's boyfriend DJ, and he didn't look happy at all, in fact, he looked downright furious.

Charlize automatically took a few steps backwards, it was a reflex action of hers ever since she was seven and DJ began feeling confident enough that Hailey would never leave him for laying a hand on her daughter. Charlize learned from experience, that when DJ was in a bad mood, to stay as far from him and his fists as possible.

"It's your entire fault you little bitch!" DJ roared, approaching her with his fists raised; he wasn't even drunk so Charlize knew something really bad must have happened, and for the life of her, she had no idea what he was blaming her for this time.

"What are you talking about?" Charlize tried to sound brave, but she couldn't stop herself from shaking like a leaf, her feet inching backwards with every step he took to approach her.

"She left! Hailey left me!" spit flew everywhere as DJ spoke; both his rough hands grabbed her wrists, shaking her so hard that all she could make out were a couple of blurs. "Left a voicemail, said she couldn't take living like this anymore with a kid! If you never existed she would STILL BE HERE!" his voice boomed loudly and Charlize couldn't help but let out a whimper.

"Stop, I-I, DJ STOP!" Charlize screamed at the top of her lungs, hoping someone would hear her.

"NO!" DJ roared, his hands tightening harder on her wrists, and Charlize could have sworn she heard a crack and a pop coming from them. "I'm going to make you hurt the way I am right now, I'm going to make you suffer and feel pain!" and with that, DJ slammed Charlize on the marble wall behind her; he slammed her so hard, that she heard a giant crack, followed by a splitting headache.

Charlize felt something wet trickling down her neck, but before she could figure what it was; DJ slammed her again against the wall.

DJ let go of her, watching as her thin form crumpled down on the floor, before he jumped on top of her and began punching and kicking every part of her body.

Charlize screamed at the top of her lungs, begging for help, and the last thing she remembered before the darkness enveloped her, was a loud bang and the sound of multiple footsteps.

***CHARLIZE NICHOL-SCOTT***

"P Sawyer, you better have a good reason for calling me while I'm driving," Brooke snapped over the phone.

"It is, listen! As I was leaving Nathans,-"

"Yeah, you had hot steamy sex, I get it," Brooke smirked, rolling her eyes.

"Brooke!" yelled Peyton over the line.

"Okay, okay, I won't interrupt anymore, promise," chirped Brooke.

"I overheard Nathan and Tim talking, they're planning the 'dump the victim in the middle of nowhere' prank on Charlize, they left like five minutes ago," hissed Peyton.

"They what?! Oh, I am going to kill them! Why can't he just leave the girl alone!" snapped Brooke, checking the rearview mirror for any cars before swerving her car and heading back over to Charlize's house.

"You know how Nathan feels about her; I mean she's his half-sister. His dad cheated on his mom when she was a month pregnant with him."

"Yeah, and he should be the older protective brother, not bully her," snapped Brooke, speeding slightly.

"By two months only; you know he doesn't like the fact that you and I are her best friends."

"Yeah, he's a dick, I get it. Look Sawyer I'm nearly at Charlize's, I'll call you back," said Brooke, hanging up the phone; her eyes narrowed when she saw Vegas' jeep and she parked the car quickly before barging out of her car and slamming the door loudly, making Nathan, Tim and Vegas snap their heads startled over to her direction.

"Awh man!" whined Tim.

"Jigs up," grumbled Vegas.

"Come on Brooke, it's just a bit of fun," Nathan smirked, his hands held up innocently, looking at her her with confident eyes.

"Really! Because it looks to me like you three morons where on your way to kidnap my best friend and dump her off in the middle of nowhere," growled Brooke with attitude.

"Hey, come on, we were going to be nicer, we were planning on leaving her a blanket," said Nathan, causing Tim and Vegas to laugh loudly. Nathan kept his face impassive, but Brooke could see that he was trying to stifle his laughter.

"She's your sister! You're two months older, you should be protecting her not bullying her," yelled Brooke, pushing him backwards. Tim and Vegas abruptly stopped laughing, their worried eyes trained on Nathan.

Nathan glared at her intensely, "She's not my sister!" he growled, "She's just a bastard!"

Before anyone could say anything else, a bloodcurdling scream echoed around them loudly from the house. It was a spine-chilling and hair-raising scream, and it sounded like –

"CHARLIZE?!" Brooke yelled, running towards the door. She kept pushing the handle, but the door was locked, "Charlize! CHARLIZE!" Brooke yelled yet again, her hands banging on the door.

"STOP IT! PLEASE STOP! AAAHHHHH!"

"What the hell?" Nathan looked scared, shocked and worried as he stared at the direction of the house, and Tim and Vegas sported similar expressions. He stared at Brooke who was banging on the door, trying to open it, tears streaming from her face as she continued yelling Charlize's name hysterically.

Finally, Nathan seemed to come back to his senses, running forward he shouted at Brooke to move out of the way, before banging his shoulder against the door hard, breaking it down completely off its hinges.

The screams sounded louder now, and they could hear growls and thuds.

Nathan looked at Brooke, his hand shooting out to grab her wrists gently, "Call the police and an ambulance, hurry!" Brooke nodded her phone already in her hands.

Nathan, Tim and Vegas ran into the house, and as they reached the living room, they froze. They felt as though they had entered the scene of a horror movie.

DJ Burns, Hailey Nichol's boyfriend, sat atop a broken, bloodied form, and he continued bringing his fist down on her body, either not realizing or not caring that he wasn't alone anymore.

Nathan saw a baseball bat; he edged over silently and took it before he brought it down on DJ's back. He hit him once, twice, before finally he fell unconscious, and the three boys ran over to the crumpled and bloodied form.

They only knew the girl to be Charlize due to the barely distinguishable dirty blonde hair that was visible under the matted blood.

"Nathan," was all Vegas were able to gasp out; Tim went out after hearing police sirens.

Nathan ignored the world around him as he stared at the crumpled, barely breathing form of his half-sister; the girl he called a bastard and never bothered knowing; the girl he and his friends came over to bully with a cruel prank.

Nathan Scott fell down onto his knees, his eyes watering slightly as they fixed onto the broken and bloodied body of his sister.

***Charlize Nichol-Scott***

"Nathan!" Nathan lifted his head up slightly, looking up to see his father storming over to him with a half-worried, half-angry look on his face.

"Dad? What are you doing here?" asked a bewildered Nathan; he knew that Brooke called Peyton over, but no one called Dan Scott.

"The police called me told me that my son was in the hospital and my presence was required. Have you been drinking?! What is wrong?"

"No! No, uh it's not that-"but before Nathan could say anymore, his girlfriend Peyton Sawyer came rushing past him over to Brooke, who threw herself into her arms.

"Oh my god, Brooke is she alright? What happened?" Peyton rambled.

"I don't know, Nathan didn't let me go in, but they admitted her into the hospital," cried Brooke, shaking her head, "It's bad P, it's really, really bad!"

At that moment, as if proving Brooke's point, all four of their head snapped over to the door that just opened; the nurses and the surgeons were bustling around a bloody form, yelling at one another.

"We're losing her!"

"Clear – Charge, turn it up, clear –"

"Get her into the OR, hurry now, we're losing her quickly!" one of the surgeons yelled; a stretcher sped passed them, and into the elevator before disappearing completely as the doors closed.

Dan was able to take a glimpse of a body streaked in red and matted red, dirty blonde hair. He looked at the two weeping and hysterical girls to his red-rimmed and stupefied son.

"Who- who was that?" demanded Dan unsurely, feeling incredibly confused.

"Charlize," said Nathan softly, his eyes piercing Dan's, and Dan felt the breath knock out of him.

"We're going home, now!" snapped Dan, making sure not to keep eye contact with anyone.

"The police asked me to stay here, they need a statement," said Nathan in a hollow voice. "Me, Brooke, Tim and Vegas."

"Well where the hell are they?" demanded Dan.

"I'm sorry Mr. Scott, but Miss Nichol-Scott's family has to be here before we could take any statement," said one of the police officers that arrived on the scene.

Dan wanted to argue with them that he was her father, before he mentally slapped himself. He was not her father! So instead, he growled out, "Fine!"

***CHARLIZE NICHOL-SCOTT***

"Sandy? What is it?" Kirsten Cohen née Nichol asked her husband Sanford Cohen.

Sandy looked at his wife and said, "I got a call from Tree Hill Hospital, Charlize had been admitted and she's in surgery … they say she might not make it."

"What?" Kirsten gasped, her hand clutched over her heart, lowering her voice so that Seth and Ryan would hear, she hissed, "What happened?"

"I don't know, until I get there, they won't tell me anything," said Sandy looing disturbed.

"What about Hailey? I mean – why do they need you to fly over to North Carolina?" asked Kirsten.

"I asked the same thing," Sandy shrugged, "I'm the emergency contact Hailey left for them in case they couldn't contact her."

"Did you get a plane ticket?" asked Kirsten.

"I'm going now, it's a two hour flight so I'll call when I land and let you know what's happening," said Sandy giving Kirsten a kiss.

"What about dad? Or Seth?"

"It's up to you to tell Seth, your dad on the other hand," Sandy sighed, turning to face his wife, "He never met his granddaughter Kirsten and he never showed that he cared an ounce about her, so … it's up to you."

"Wait a second, let me call dad … maybe, maybe he'll be able to lend you his private jet, you'll reach quicker," said Kirsten hurriedly, going over to pick up the house phone.

Even though Sandy wanted to argue with his wife that he didn't want anything from Caleb Nichol, he knew that it was about Charlize and not him this time; Charlize was more important at the moment.

Five minutes later, Kirsten rushed back in with a slightly victorious look on her face as she said, "He said he'll pick you up in his limo and to be out in five minutes."

"You're serious?" Sandy regarded his wife in awed shock. "I thought he didn't care about Charlize."

"She's his granddaughter Sandy, of course he cares. He took his anger out on Hailey by ignoring her daughter, but when I told him he immediately insisted, demanding to know what happened."

"Yo! What's going on you guys?" asked Seth awkwardly, Ryan at his heels.

"You're mother will explain, I have to rush," and with that, Sandy ran out of the house just as Caleb's limo drove by.

***CHARLIZE NICHOL-SCOTT***

"This is ridiculous! We've been here for nearly five hours!" growled out Dan.

"Where is Ms. Nichol?!" groaned Nathan, bleary-eyed as he had just woken up from a nap.

Just then, Dan noticed two men walk into the hospital; one of them looked to be in his mid-thirties, tall and lean with raven black hair, bright blue eyes, and a kind face, dressed in a navy blue casual suit. The other man however looked like he was in his late fifties, early sixties, with receding silver hair, sapphire eyes and stern features; he was dressed in a black Armani suit. They were both tanned, hinting that they weren't from here.

"Hello, my name is Sanford Cohen, you call-"the younger man began to say to the lady in the reception, but upon hearing the familiar voice and the name that was given, Brooke snapped her head upwards, her face breaking out with relief as she stood up.

"Mr. Cohen? Sandy?!"

The man, Mr. Cohen and the older man by his side twirled around instantly, and when he saw Brooke, he smiled in relief.

He walked over to Brooke, embracing both her and Peyton into a hug as they cried into his jacket. Sitting them down, he asked in a soft voice, "Girls, what happened? Where is Charlize?"

"Yes," the older man finally spoke up, his voice husky, rough and very masculine, "I would like to know why they couldn't give us any details on the phone."

"Mr. Cohen?" Officer Jones came over and shook his hand, "I'm sorry we couldn't say more on the phone, but this is a delicate situation with many witnesses."

"Witnesses? I don't understand what exactly happened?" barked the older man, giving Officer Jones a stern look.

"I'm sorry, yes, let me get the witnesses for their statement," Officer Jones waved over the signal to Officer Melone.

Tim and Vegas arrived with their parents, and they regaled what happened.

Brooke told them how she dropped her off and everything seemed fine, then Peyton came in with her part of how she overheard the prank Nathan, Tim and Vegas were planning on doing. Tim and Vegas said their statements, but when they reached the bit where they arrived at DJ Burn's house, they all shut down immediately.

"What happened next son?" asked Dan, but it was Brooke that stuttered the next part, tears streaming from her eyes.

"I was arguing with Nathan, and then-then, we heard the most horrifying screams coming from inside of the house, I tried opening the door but it was locked. She was – She was pleading for him to stop and for someone to help her."

"I broke down the door," said Nathan blankly, though his eyes were red-rimmed, "I saw Ms. Nichol's boyfriend sitting on top of Charlize, and he kept throwing punches at her, she was unconscious by the time we got in."

Mr. Cohen and the older man's eyes darkened at that, their hands curled into fists. Dan was speechless, staring at his son as though it were the first time meeting him.

"DJ Burns was unconscious when we finally arrived at the house, what happened to him?" asked Officer Melone, jotting down everything that was being spoken.

"I saw a bat by the corner, I grabbed it and hit him twice … it was the only thing I could think of at the time," explained Nathan dully.

"Did you get a statement out of the bastard?" growled the older man.

"I'm sorry, Mr.-?" asked Officer Jones unsurely.

"Nichol. Caleb Nichol, Charlize is my granddaughter," snapped Caleb Nichol, garnering shocked looks from Dan and Nathan, as well as Brooke and Peyton since they knew Charlize's grandfather wanted nothing to do with her and had never even bothered seeing her before.

"Mr. Nichol sorry, and Mr. Cohen, how are you related to the victim? Hailey Nichol listen you as the emergency contact in case she is out of reach," asked Officer Melone this time.

"I'm her sister's husband, her uncle. She always stayed with us during summer holidays," explained Sandy, knowing that the officers needed as much information as possible having been in this situation with many of his clients before.

"We got a statement from Mr. Burns once he woke up. He claims that Hailey Nichol left a voicemail during the day, saying that she had enough from this life and that she needed space, and that she was leaving her daughter with him for the time being," said Officer Jones apologetically.

Shaking his head dumbly, Dan's mouth was agape as he stared at the officers in shock.

"That's impossible! My daughter may be a wild card, but she wouldn't dump her daughter with some random boyfriend," snapped Caleb.

"I'm sorry Mr. Nichol but we gathered the tape as evidence, we checked the voicemail, what Mr. Burns said is correct, and he ended up taking his rage at Ms. Nichol-Scott upon her arrival at the house."

"I'm going to need to listen to that tape," demanded Caleb.

"I'm sorry but it is evidence, we cannot-"

"Do you know who I am?" growled Caleb angrily, "I own Newport! You will see that I do as I please, and I can have your badge for preventing me from listening to that tape! My granddaughter was abused by that son of a bitch, and she is currently fighting for her life! DJ Burns will pay; I'll make sure of that!"

"Hey, hey Caleb calm down," said Sandy in a calm voice.

Once the officer's left, Charlize's surgeon came over, telling them about her list of injuries.

Both of Charlize's wrists had been fractured, along with four ribs, a ruptured spleen and intestine, a broken arm and leg, and a severe brain injury.

"Her heart stopped three times during surgery, but we were able to bring her back, she is now in the ICU. However, due to her traumatic brain injury, she is in a coma and we don't know when or even if she would wake. If she does, you must prepare yourselves for the possibility of her having limited function of arms and legs, abnormal speech or language, or the loss of thinking ability or emotional problems. There also is a possibility that she might have memory loss," Dr. Evans said apologetically.

"But it is possible for my niece to wake up without any of those effects, right?" asked Sandy desperately.

"It is possible yes, however low the chance might be, you must have hope, she seems to be a fighter," Dr. Evans smiled, before he left to check on his other patients.

Caleb turned to Dan and said, "So, you're the man that knocked up my daughter and abandoned my granddaughter?"

Dan cleared his throat nervously, "I offered Hailey for means of support. I found out ten years ago, she never told me. She didn't want any help; said that her boyfriend was all the help she needed."

Caleb glared at him and then Nathan, before turning his back on them and heading over to the room his granddaughter was currently in. Caleb didn't like the fact that he was seeing his granddaughter for the first time in sixteen years in a hospital while she fought for her life.

Looking down at her, he could see a lot of Hailey and Kirsten in her. She had inherited their dirty blonde hair, as well as their prominent cheekbones. He didn't know her eye color though. Sighing, Caleb sat down on the seat beside the hospital bed and rubbed his hands across his face.

She was covered in bruises, every part of her body was discolored with dark bruises, and Caleb promised himself, DJ Burns was going to pay – no one messed with Caleb Nichol's family and got away with it.

No one!

A/N: So, this idea just popped into my head and I had to see it done. By the way, about the time difference and everything, I made it up, I don't know if it's correct, but this is how I wrote it.

Also, in this fanfiction, Kirsten and Hailey are twins.

What do you think? Should I continue with the story? Let me know.

R&R.