Authors Note:
I forgot to add this the first time so:
Disclaimer: Sadly, I own nothing. But I really wish I owned Bryan Greenberg!
Here's chapter 2!
Nathan awoke early the next morning. Maybe it was all a dream. Maybe that never happened. He rolled over and closed his eyes, praying when he opened them she would be laying there beside him, her hair all around him. He opened his eyes.
She wasn't there. And all the memories came back to him. He had killed his wife.
He lied there for a moment hoping against hope that it wasn't true. That it was a dream. That she would walk through his door again. But knowing in his mind that she was gone forever. He sighed as he rolled over to face her side of the bed. He sighed as he stood up, feeling unworthy. Life didn't mean anything without her.
He stood up and took a deep breath. And his was only his second day of guilt. He had no one to lean on. No one was talking to him. They all thought it was his fault she was gone. And Lucas, Lucas was a mess. The last he heard he hadn't gotten out of bed in two days. He missed his best friend. Kind of like Nathan missed his wife. She meant everything to him. And he ruined it.
He had just had a couple beers, but he wasn't thinking clearly and he knew it. He promised Haley he wouldn't drink, but when he got dared, he always did. Nathan Scott was fearless. And so was only a little buzzed right? So what if his mind was spinning and his speech was slurring?
Haley walked up to him and arched her eyebrows. "Nathan..." She said disappointingly, and Nathan looked at her. "What's wrong baby? You wanna go home Kaylie?" Haley groaned. "You're drunk. Oh my god didn't I tell you not to drink?!" Nathan looked away. "I know, I know, I promised." Haley sighed. "Nathan I cannot believe you! Come on, let's go home." She said, digging through her purse. "Dammit! I forgot my wallet." Nathan chuckled. "Then I guess I'm driving baby. Come on." He said, standing up and taking her hand, leading her to their car outside.
"Come on Nathan, you shouldn't be driving." Haley said when Nathan pulled out his car keys. "Haley, I'm just a little buzzed. I'll be fine. Get in." Haley gasped. "No, Nathan, your drunk. I am not getting in the car with you!" Nathan groaned. "Haley! I'm your only ride home! If you're so scared you can drive!" Haley sighed. "I forgot my license, Nathan!" Nathan shrugged. "Well, then get in." Haley complied, knowing she didn't have another choice.
Nathan started the car and jolted out of the driveway, barley missing the curb as he swerved down the road. "Nathan! Nathan stop were going too fast!" Haley yelled, holding onto her seat belt tightly. "You haven't seen fast yet!" Nathan yelled, stomping his foot on the gas. "This is awesome!" Nathan shouted as he dodged out of the way of incoming cars. "Nathan watch out!" Haley yelled as the transport trunk came barreling at them.
And the next thing he knew, he woke up. He was in a lot of pain and agony. But he woke up, suddenly sober. He looked to his right. And saw her.
There was so much blood.
"Daddy!" Jamie yelled, knocking Nathan out of this thoughts. "Yes, Jamie?" Nathan asked. "Aunt Brooke is at the door for you!" Jamie said happily, and Nathan nodded emotion free. He knew he was going to get yelled at or ignored. He pulled on his shirt from last night and jogged to the door downstairs. "Hey Brooke." Nathan said, smiling sadly at her, and Brooke nodded. "I just came to pick up Jamie." She said sadly, smiling when she saw the little boy.
"Brooke I..." Nathan started to say, but he was interrupted. "Nathan. There's nothing left to say." Brooke said shaking her head as she walked out the door with Jamie. "Bye daddy!" Jamie yelled as Brooke closed the door. Nathan sighed as he walked back upstairs to his bedroom.
He just wished he could take it all back. Everything. The party, the words, the accident, everything. It was all his fault she was six feet under. He sighed as he opened his drawer and took out his pistol. Was it really worth it? Dying for her? Of course it was.
Maybe it was better this way.
He cocked it and looked down the barrel.
It was better this way. Jamie wouldn't have to live with a murderer father and would live with Brooke and Lucas. Everyone would hopefully forget him. He knew he had caused them all too much pain. Haley the most.
He brought it to his temple and sighed. He closed his eyes as he felt the metal brush against his temple. He counted in his head.
Then he pulled the trigger.
"Don't say I never gave you anything."
"Marry me."
"She's gone, Nathan."
"I love you."
"Marry me again in front of all our friends and family."
"The sun may set, this beach may dry, but on that day I'll still be loving you."
He collapsed and hit the ground with a hard thud.
This was the end, of Nathan Scott.
Authors note:
Betcha didn't see that coming!
Please R&R I love them!
