LOVE IS THICKER THAN BLOOD
Summary: Haley and Brooke are adopted sisters (not blood-related) who have been abused repeatedly by their adoptive father and practically ignored by their adoptive mother. When the girls turned 13, they were raped by their father and their uncle. That was nearly 4 years ago. But now, they've had enough and they've decided to leave. Unfortunately, their plans are foiled in the worst way…
Chapter One: RUN!
"Shhh…" whispered Brooke. "We don't want to wake him up."
"You don't think I know that?" whispered Haley in response.
As they turned quietly into the living room, the light flipped on and they saw their father sitting there, as though he were waiting for them.
They both turned and ran, but he was too quick for them. He grabbed Haley who still had a hold of Brooke's hand. Instinctively, she ripped her hand from Brooke's. "RUN Brooke! Now! Get out!"
Before she could say another word, their father threw her into the wall. She hit her head and fell to the floor, unconscious. "HALEY!" Brooke screamed, turning around and seeing her sister like that.
Their dad dragged Haley onto the couch and started to rip her clothes off. "Shut up, you stupid whore. You'll have your turn in a minute." He smiled an evil smile at her before turning his attentions back to Haley's limp form.
As he turned away, Brooke reached into her bag and pulled out the pistol that she had taken with her just in case. She pointed it at his head before speaking in a low, threatening voice. "Get. Away. From. My. Sister." She emphasized every word very clearly.
He looked up at her and laughed. "What are you gonna do Brooke? You gonna shoot me? You don't have the guts." He sneered at her, standing up and walking towards her. "You just LOVE attention, don't you. That's why you do things like this. Well, fine. I was going to let Haley go first, but I guess you're just too selfish."
He reached for her and the gun went off, knocking him backwards onto the floor. He stared at his chest which was quickly being covered in blood. "What the hell did you do?! You'd better hope I do you fucking bitch!!" With that, he was thrown back by two more shorts being fired into his chest. He lay still after that.
Brooke had tears running down her face as she moved closer to him, gun aimed at his head this time. She kicked him hard in the foot, but he didn't move. She walked over to Haley and slowly set the gun down on the table before attempting to wake her sister up. "Haley? Haley, please wake up, honey. Please! I can't live without you, buddy!" She pushed Haley's hair off of her face, but Haley didn't wake up. Brooke grabbed the phone off the table and called 9-1-1. She held Haley in her arms and cried for what seemed like forever.
Suddenly, the air was filled with the sounds of horns and sirens. Two people were rolled out of the house on gurneys. One was loaded into an ambulance while the other, in a body bag, was put in the back of the coroner vehicle. At the same time two women, an older blonde and a younger brunette, were escorted out the house in handcuffs and put into separate squad cars. Soon the house was quiet again, but nothing would ever be the same.
Author's Note: OK, so this is a story that I've been thinking about for a while. It's kinda depressing right now, but it will hopefully look up in the future. As of right now, it's going to be a Brucas/Naley story. I don't like Peyton, so if she's in this story it's only going to be a small, very small part. I haven't quite worked out the kinks yet but I think it's going to be great. So let me know what you think and I will try to update ASAP. For those of you who read my other stories, I'm sorry I haven't reviewed in forever. My computer died and it took me a long time to get another one. I am going to try to update both of the others soon as well. Thanks for reading! Please review!