So this is something totally new to me. I was approached via p.m. to write a request and after hearing what she wanted, the basic came to me. So here I am posting two different stories at the same time. I usually like to trade angst and humor as one of the time so it's gonna be interesting to write a comedy and a drama at the same time. Let's see if I can handle it. ; ) Special dedication to Kaya17tj: this story is yours : ) Hope it holds the standards. Enjoy.
It Never Seems
March 10, 2005. East Coast
It was rare when it stormed in Tree Hill. Rain was fine. But when it poured and turned into a storm it wasn't something to be prepared for. The lightening clapped and Haley snapped awake with a gasp. She was surprised she made the full snap upright, considering her huge 7-month- belly took up the majority of her body, including her posture. She complained constantly to Nathan that she felt her boobs sagging. He always assured her that they were plump and right. The comment was accompanied by a perverted grin.
Her hand went to her heart as she tried to control her breathing. The bedroom lightened because of another clap followed by an angry aftershock of thunder. She hated storms and the only person to comfort her was her husband. But the bed was empty.
"Nathan?" She said, confusion all over her voice.
"Baby?"
Her son kicked like a frenzy then. Her soft voice hushed and comforted him. A smile flitted her face every time she thought of her son. She thanked God every hour for allowing her son to survive the accident. Getting hit by a car was the worst but what was even worse was swimming in the unknown if her son survived her courageous act of protecting her husband.
She held on tight to her husband's hand, not a care in the world about her broken leg. She shifted restlessly as the nurse warned her softly to stop moving; she might aggravate her leg. She could give two shits. She was on edge until her and Nathan heard her son's strong heartbeat. It was all she needed to finally calm down.
In the weeks after the car accident, she was through enough. She had to hobble around with a boot for her cast leg, she was pregnant, and Nathan confessed he point-shaved because he borrowed money from a bookie. She got over through her hurt. She just needed her husband. So she got up to try and find him even though it was two o'clock in the morning.
"Nathan?"
She waddled down their small hallway to their living room that also dubbed into their dining room. She didn't see it until lightening crashed again. The brief light directed her to a piece of paper on the table. She hobbled toward it and light flashed. She read the simple sentence. The paper fell. She gasped before collapsing.
I can't do it anymore. I'm sorry.
March 10, 2005. The South
Nathan groaned as he felt the blood splatter between his newly-given gap between his front teeth. He was on his knees. The force of the blow, however, forced him to topple over and now he was resting on his forearms and knees begging God to allow him to breathe.
"I'm glad you decided to join," a voice said.
Nathan wheezed. "I had no choice. Please. Just do it."
"Do what?" The man lurked in the shadows.
"Just end it. I have nothing to live for."
"Don't be overdramatic, Nathan. This is just the beginning," the voice seemed closer. He motioned to the burly man who was cracking his knuckles.
The slit Nathan's eye allowed him to look up. The burly man stayed silent as the cracks of his knuckles gave the only sound in the warehouse. At least, he thinks he's in a warehouse. It was too dark to tell. He saw his blood stained on the man's hands.
The voice came closer. Finally, he was in Nathan's very small line-of-sight. He had a cast on his foot and was supported by a boot. A long trench coat flowed from the tall man's shoulders. His face had scratches and his arm was in a sling. Nathan wished he had guts to kill him.
"Finish him," Dante said to the burly man.
Nathan sighed and physically let his head fall from defeat. The last he saw before he gave up was the burly man grin a despicable smile before moving to the baseball bat resting peacefully on a table.
A kick to the stomach was powerful enough to force Nathan to sit up on his knees. He yelled out when the bat connected to the side of his face, blood splattering more. Only grunts and yelps could be heard as Dante watched his henchmen knee, stomp, punch and swing at the battered life before him. He watched silently as the cries got lesser and lesser.
The kid will learn.
Please review if you like the start. What do you think? Do I still got it? lol
CAli