Chapter 3
I wake up every morning, smile as I look down at my cute kid's faces. They brighten up my day and remind me how great it is to be a mother. Sometimes I just hate Nathan for ever existing and doing this to me and our family, but when I look down at our children, I have to thank God for bringing Nathan into my life and giving us the blessing of two beautiful children. I just wish that Nathan could see his children.
We get up, they give me a morning kiss, which makes my day and we head downstairs for breakfast. Today to my surprise, I found Lucas in the kitchen with Brooke and Peyton cooking breakfast for me.
"Happy Mother's Day!" they all cheered
I couldn't help but smile. I had the greatest friends in the world.
"Guys, you didn't have to do this for me," I reassured them.
"We know, but you've done such an amazing job with the kids, we wanted to show you how proud we are of you and how much we love you," Brooke smiled as she told me.
With a response like that, who wouldn't have a huge grin on their face?
I sat down with my friends and my children. The people who mean the most to me in the world. Of course there was one person who was missing but clearly after three years, I guess we're not on his mind anymore.
I looked at my children, always reminded of him from their features. I couldn't help but wonder; where is he? Does he have another family? Is he with another woman? Does he even still think about us? Did we mean that little to him?
"Haley James Scott, stop this!" I told myself for about the millionth time these past three years. I just couldn't help it though; a phone call would have been nice. Oh well, I guess I'm just going to have to live my life the way I have been for the past three years.
I looked around the dark and cold room. Sunlight barely came in from the screen that was covered from a piece of wood. Three years, three damn years I've been stuck in this basement, little to eat, little to drink, I'm surprised I've been able to survive. I don't even know if I'm in Tree Hill anymore.
I touch my face; it's still bruised from the last fight I got into with Bear. My face is so horrible. I haven't shaved in three years. What the hell have I done to my life? What day is it anyways?
I looked around the room; I knew there was a calendar somewhere but who could see in this darkness. I remember Bear saying something about today being Mother's Day, so it must be Sunday today.
Mother's Day.
Haley. The mother of my son. I cannot believe that I was forced to leave her the way I did. It killed me so much but it was either this or worrying about them getting to her and Jamie. I would never let that happen. I don't give a damn what happens to me, as long as my wife and son are okay.
Jimmy Jam. I cannot believe he's already nine years old. Growing up without a father. That is unless Haley's moved on with someone else. Oh my gosh, I hate this. I cannot even begin to imagine another guy touching my wife and fathering my son. It's me damn it! I'm her husband and I'm his father!
My thoughts were interrupted when I heard Bear come in. I don't know how much more I can take of this. I watch as he walks in, a knife in his hand. My heart begins to race. Usually I would be able to take this guy down but you try being tied down and beaten then come talk to me. What's he doing with that knife? I close my eyes as he begins to approach me. I can feel the sweat starting to form on my forehead. The knife rises in his arm, I can see it coming down, is he…is he really going to kill me? Just like that? Stab stab stab and I'm finished? My eyes went wide as I could see the knife falling so very fast. What the hell just happened here?