Disclaimer: I do not own anything. This is my first story, I hope you like it.
The sky was quickly becoming a dark purple the sun was dwindling, lowering itself. Haley James Scott pulled into the long driveway of the home she shared with her husband and son. Getting out of the car, she could hear the distance and fading cries of birds. She walked along the hard concrete path to the porch, keys in hand she unlocked the door and entered the house. The house was still and dark, it was empty no one was there. She saw a note on the stand and picking it up, she read.
"Out, be back later call if you need anything." Love Deb.
Sighing, Haley placed her bag on the chair that stood next to the door and walked up the stairs, they creaked under the pressure. She walked into their room and began undressing, she changed into a pink tank top and a pair of white shorts. She returned to the hallway and walked down the stairs and toward the kitchen. She flipped the light switch on, illuminating the room but suddenly her heart dropped at the person who sitting at kitchen counter.
"What the hell are you doing?" Haley exclaimed jumping backward her back hitting the the refrigerator, there was no answer only the sound of gunshots rang out, echoing throughout the house.
Nathan Scott pulled into the driveway behind his wife's car and after helping his son out of his car seat, they walked toward the house. Jamie was practically jumping with joy as they walked and Nathan couldn't help but smile as his son's excitement.
"I can't wait to tell mama what you did at practice daddy, you were awesome!" He told his father as Nathan opened the door.
"Thanks Jim-Jam." Nathan replied running his hand through his son's spiky blond hair, making it stick up even more.
"Mama, we're home!" Jaime yelled and took off running toward the stairs while Nathan made his way toward the kitchen, seeing that the light was on.
"Hales, we're home." He announced and the sight he was met with made his heart stop. Haley was spread out on the floor laying in a pool of her own blood. Her skin was ashen, the warmth and color gone from it. Her lips had an unnatural red tinge to them contrasting with her colorless skin.
"Oh God." Nathan whispered rushing over to his wife, kneeling to her side.
"Haley." He placed his hand on her cheek, her skin was cold against his. Her brown eyes were wet and moist, filled with pain and anguish they locked with his fearful blue.
"Haley, baby." His voice was soft, wavering as he spoke trying to hold back his tears.
"N-Nathan?" Her voice was weak and shaky.
"Shh...you're going to be fine." He reassured her and her body shook violently. He reached inside his pocket, dialing three numbers.
"911, please state your emergency." A woman's voice on the other line answered.
"My wife has been shot, I need help." He pleaded to her giving her the information she needed, he closed the phone and tossed it aside. Nathan looked wildly around the room searching for something to stop the bleeding and they landed on his four year old son's face. His face was pale and his blue eyes were watery, tears flowing freely down his cheeks.
"I-Is m-mama gonna b-be okay?" He asked, the questioned barely understandable as he choked on his own tears.
"Yeah, buddy mama's gonna be fine but I need you to go upstairs. Can you do that for me?" Nathan asked gently and Jamie stood still looking at his mother's broken form.
"Jamie, go!" Nathan commanded, the panic that was eating at him made it come out harsher then intended and Jamie took off running. Nathan reached for large dish towel that was on the counter. The blood had long ago seeped through Haley's shirt staining it, it had trailed downward collecting itself on the kitchen floor. Nathan pressed the towel on her wounds and Haley moaned at his touch.
"N-Nathan I l-love you." She manged to say before coughing, her eyes becoming glossy.
"I love you too." He replied, leaning over and kissing her on the forehead.
"T-Tell J-Jamie I - "
"No, Haley don't do that," He commanded, "You're going to be fine." He ran his hand through her dark, brown hair. Suddenly the logical side in him kicked in.
"No, she's not. She's lost too much blood." A voice inside his head commented and he quickly shook it away. Nathan looked around the room, a large amount covered the refrigerator as if she had held onto it
trying to support herself. Blood was splatter throughout landing onto the cabinets and stove. A course of it lay on the floor where she had tried to drag herself to the phone but was unable to.
"You're going to be fine, help is on the way." He reassured her and the voice inside his head. She opened her mouth to speak, a trail of blood coming out.
"P-Protect-t J-Jamie, Car- ." She gurgled but could not finish her sentence, her eyes were becoming heavy and difficult to keep open, slowly she closed them.
"Haley!" He panicked and gently tap his hand against her cheek.
"Baby, wake up." He commanded, he could feel her chest move underneath his hand that was holding the towel, her heart beating against it. She was still alive but for how much longer?
"Don't leave me." He whispered and the tears he had fought hard to prevent fell from his eyes. He heard the wailing sirens and the front door opened.
"In here!" He shouted and the paramedics flocked in, pushing Nathan aside. He watched helplessly as they worked on her, speaking medical terms he did not understand. His eyes stayed on her beautiful, lifeless face never leaving it. They placed a oxygen mask over her mouth and Nathan felt his heart shatter.
"Is she going to okay?" He asked, "Is she going to die?" He thought in his head.
"Sir, we're going to need you to step back." The paramedic replied as his partner walked in with a shock board. They placed her on it and left Nathan alone in the blood stained kitchen. A paramedic returned a moment later.
"Do you want to ride along?" Of course he did but Jamie, he thought.
"No, my son doesn't need to see her like that." Nathan replied and the paramedic nodded.
"We're taking her to Tree Hill Memorial, you can meet us there." He informed him.
"Thank you." Nathan quickly walked up the stairs entering Jamie's room.
"Jamie, come on we have to go." Nathan announced but found Jamie's room empty, the window open.
"Jamie, buddy come on." Nathan urged him looking throughout the house but found no sign of his son. Nathan began panicking, he looked through every room in the house again calling for his son but found nothing. Jamie was missing.
So what do you think? Good, bad? Should I continue?
