Chasing Pavement – Chapter Four – I Don't Wanna Wait
The night air was cool as Bevin walked down the deserted streets of Tree Hill.
She pulled her jacket tighter around her body to keep the chill out.
Heavy footsteps seemed to be following her so she stopped and turned to look, she tried to scream but a hand covered her mouth before she could.
Something heavy hit her over the head; she felt blood trickling down her face before she fell into the blackness.
CP
Haley sat straight up in bed and ran a hand through her hair, it was just a nightmare, she told herself. She took a deep breath before throwing the covers off of herself and getting out of the bed.
She felt her way through the dark hallway and down the stairs, she needed to get some fresh air, her nightmare had seemed so real.
In her nightmare she was in the hospital in a white gown, the stomach of the gown was covered in blood.
As she made her way down the dimly lit hallway she discovered all of her friends dead, the closer to the end of the hallway she got the worse the deaths were.
She stopped when she found Rachel's body; the redhead's wrists and throat had been slit.
She tried to scream but no sound came out. She turned around, ready to run, but stopped in her tracks, standing in front of her was Nathan holding a knife with blood dripping off of it.
When she looked down at the ground she finally found her voice and let out a bloodcurdling scream, lying at Nathan's feet were the bodies of Sam and Dean.
Haley stepped out into the cool night air and tried to forget the nightmare she had.
She sat on the steps and closed her eyes, letting the sounds of nature's nightlife soothe her.
She opened her eyes and looked out into the darkness.
She thought she had heard someone screaming but she couldn't be sure so she held her breath and tried to listen more closely.
There.
She did hear screaming.
She got up and started to walk towards the sound.
She let out a scream of her own when she felt someone touch her shoulder; she spun around and hit the person in the shoulder.
"Ouch! Damn Haley!" Rachel rubbed her abused shoulder in an attempt to ease the pain. "I called the cops, there on their way."
"So you heard it too?"
"No. I just felt like calling the cops. I was feeling a little lonely." Rachel rolled her eyes at the blonde standing in front of her. "Yes I heard it too."
Haley started to walk towards the area the screaming had come from.
"What are you doing?" Rachel reached out to grab her but she moved away from the redhead.
"What if they're in danger? We can't just sit and wait for the cops."
Before Rachel could protest Haley took off running, she kept calling out to whoever had screamed, trying to get them to respond so she knew where to go.
She wasn't far into the woods when she tripped over something.
She caught herself with her hands, scraping them up. She wiped the dirt and blood on her night shorts after she picked herself up off the ground; She took a few steps when she heard another scream, this time closer.
She could see a flashlight beam somewhere in front of her so she followed it.
She let out her own scream when she got close enough to it.
Lying on the ground, covered in blood, was Bevin.
She was covered in cuts and was bleeding too much.
"Bevin!" Haley rushed forward to help the blonde when she heard the sirens of the police cars.
A group of people around them were speaking in hushed tones. She heard them say something about needing to leave.
She felt something hard hit her on the back of the head; she fell to the ground and held the spot she'd been struck in. The pain of it made her want to scream out in agony but she held her tongue, not wanting to give the group of men any reason to cause the two of them more pain.
CP
Rachel sat at Haley's bedside; she had been sitting there for two hours. She'd stopped crying thirty minutes ago.
The gang had showed up almost an hour ago, they were all camped out in the waiting room.
Bevin had woken up about fifteen minutes ago but no one was allowed to see her until the police could question her.
Since she stopped crying Rachel had been looking between Haley's broken body and the phone, wondering if she should call Sam or not.
She knew Haley would want to see him but she also knew she wanted it to be on his terms, not because she was in a hospital.
She sighed and picked up the phone, dialing a phone number she had typed into her phone almost every night since the boys left. She had never hit the send button though, those other times, she had always chickened out.
