Disclaimer: I own nothing but the story line to this fiction. The characters, the overall idea, all belong to One Tree Hill.
Okay, so this is just basically...a teaser (: I am going to need some feedback if you want me to continue, I gladly accept criticism as long as you're not rude about it. Keep in mind, that if I do continue, which is up to you, it WILL be Baley; I think that's it, so let me know what you guys think.
It's been a few weeks since I've spoken to her, since the last time I've seen her; she's been distant, Haley, cutting herself off from everyone, every single person who ever cared about her. This shouldn't worry me so much, she has Nathan, and besides him, she's such a strong person already on her own, but it does, it does worry me. Calling Nathan Scott, never does me any good, his phone blows up with calls because of the NBA as it is, and every damn time I hear that smug voice of his on his answering machine I want to just hit something. I just don't get it, this wasn't like Haley, not at all and today is the last straw, the last day I sit around dialing numbers, Brooke Davis is about to find out what the hell is going on with her tutor girl.
"Haley James Scott! open up I know you're in there" My voice ran ramped as I yelled through the front door of the Scotts house, and I swear I could feel the pulsating pain in my knuckles as I continuously knocked on the door. Huffing, I glanced around the house, for any hint of how to just get inside, and as my skillful eyes landed on the window, a sly smirk came to my lips, I've got it. Snap Boom my ass hit the floor violently as I made my way through the window, "Ouch, shit" my voice barely a whisper. My eyebrows shot up as I heard a noise coming from her bedroom, and I immediately start to freak out, I didn't actually have any sort of plan if I were to actually get into the house, looks like now I'm going to have to pull some improv and just confront her. I slowly stood up from my uncomfortable position on the floor and walk nonchalantly to her bedroom door, this time taking a more subtle approach, knocking gently. When I got no response, my hand pushed the door open and my face dropped at the sight in front of me, "Haley.." my lips suddenly felt dry, I'm not sure what had come over me, probably the fact that Haley was just sitting there in her bed, with her puffed eyes and nothing but a bottle of liquor in her hand; something wasn't right.
Haley didn't even glance at me, her eyes that had obviously been producing a shit load of tears, stayed looking down at the bed sheets. I carefully stepped closer, sitting myself right next to her, and took the bottle from her hands in an easy movement, placing it on the night stand. "Sweetie, what's wrong...what happened?" I needed to know now, because this was just too much, after all, when Peyton left, Haley quickly filled that gap, she was my best friend now and I couldn't just let her self destruct.