It's not written, but this starts a few days after the previous chapter.
I walked down from my bedroom, to see my older sister standing over a warm pot of coffee. "How are you feeling?" she asks.
"Like ass. How long are you staying here Tay?"
"I don't know. But you're not having this coffee."
"Taylor, you do not want to stand between me and this pot of coffee right now," I threatened.
"You're the one who wants to have this baby, maybe you should take care of it."
"Yeah, because coffee is this baby's biggest concern." Taking the pot and pouring myself a cup, I just glare at my overbearing sister.
"Where's Quinn?"
"Still at Jake's."
I slightly cringed. "Ya know, I always wanted them together in high school, but now, it's just kind of… an unpleasant thought."
"Right, because the image of you and Damien making a baby is what dreams are made of."
"You always were the sarcastic bitch of the family," came a familiar voice from the doorway.
I couldn't move. A voice that was once so soothing, now instilled fear in me.
"Damien, you need to leave," Taylor told him, stepping in between us.
"I just came to check on my wife."
"She's fine. No thanks to you."
"This is between me and my wife Taylor. You need to butt out."
"What do you want Damien?" I asked, finally finding my voice.
"You."
"That line of yours is so played out."
"Can we please just talk?"
"I don't know, can you just talk without beating me?"
"I'm so sorry, baby," he said, closing the distance between us and holding my hands.
Taylor quickly threw him off of me though. "Don't you dare touch her."
"You wanna talk? Talk." I told him.
"Alone, please."
I forced Taylor to turn around and give me a hug, so that I could whisper something in her ear. Reluctantly, she left us alone.
"How did you find me?"
"Well, you weren't at Quinn's, so I figured you had to be here. well, either here or at Jake's. it was only a matter of time before I found you. I will always find you."
"What do you want Damien?" I asked, trying to ignore his semi-threat.
"I wanted to make sure that you were okay." He once again came close to me and held my hands.
"You mean after you hit me over the head with a pot?" He squeezed my wrists tight, obviously trying to keep his anger under control, but also irritating my burns in the process. "Damien, let go of me."
"No Haley. I'll never let go of you. I love you. You're having my baby."
Tears started falling as the pain became overwhelming as he continued to squeeze me, as if he was holding on for dear life. "Damien, let go of my arms. You're hurting me."
He immediately released my arms and turned away, "I'm sorry, baby. I didn't mean to hurt you."
"Then why do you?"
"I don't know, baby. I'm so sorry." He turned back around and got even closer to me, tucking fallen hair behind my ear. "I love you Haley James West."
"I know."
"Do you love me?"
"Damien…"
"Do you love me, Haley?"
"You know I do." As soon as the words were out of my mouth his lips were on mine.
"Come home with me, Haley. I miss you. Nothing feels right without you."
"Nothing feels right with you," I countered.
"This feels right," he said, kissing me again, "and you know it, baby."
"Damien, stop." I turned my face away from him, but that didn't stop him. He just continued to kiss down my neck .
"Come home with me. Just think about the baby. It needs two parents. Two parents who love him or her."
"Damien, I mean it. Stop." But he didn't. He just continued the kissing and the grabbing until finally he was pulled off of me.
"Back off man," he shouted as he was turned around. "This is between me and my wife."
"Not anymore Damien. Step away from Haley," Nathan demanded.
Grabbing me and placing me between him and Nathan, Damien blew up. "I thought you said you weren't friends with him," he whispered in my ear. At least he thought he whispered, it came out more as a yell to me.
Keeping my eyes on Nathan, hoping he could help me, I slowly tried to give a logical explanation. "Damien, honey, considering what happened last time I saw you, I'm sure Taylor called the cops…"
"Or you told her to call the cops," he interrupted, guessing correctly.
"Nathan is a cop. Just because he is the one who responded, does not mean that we are friends. Tell him, Nathan." Tears started falling down my face as I felt Damien's hand tighten on me once again.
"Dammit Damien!" Nathan screamed. "Just look at her, you're making her cry. You're hurting her, just let her go."
"She's MY wife. And she's having MY child."
"I know man, you won."
"Damn right. I won!" Damien screamed back.
"What do you mean, you won?" I asked turning around to face him.
"It's nothing, baby. Don't worry about it."
"What do you mean, you won?" I repeated with more force this time. When Damien didn't answer, I turned back to look at Nathan for answers and saw a very smug look on his face. "No. Nathan Scott. You better wipe that look off your face and explain to me right now what the hell you two are talking about."
"Let me tell you babe, every second you are just doing so much better at convincing me you aren't friends with Nathan Scott," Damien said annoyed that I was talking to Nathan and not him.
"Will you shut up?" I screamed at Damien.
For a moment he looked shocked, but only for a moment. Then he looked pissed. It wasn't long before his hand hit my face, sending me to the ground. Jake, who I hadn't even seen enter the room, was immediately on top of him and had him in cuffs as Nathan ran to my side.
"Are you okay?" he asked as he held my hand. I watched as Jake took my husband out of my parents' house.
"You just saw that… what do you think?"
Just as Damien had done minutes before, Nathan placed my hair behind my ear. "I'm so sorry, Haley." He then leaned down and kissed my forehead. "Physically, are you okay?"
"I think so," I told him, before I slightly cringed.
"That doesn't seem okay," he said with a worried look.
"I'm fine. I've just been having a pain in my side the past few days. I'm sure it's nothing. Just like a cramp or something. Actually, my head is hurting a little," I told him as I felt a headache quickly coming on.
"Do you want me to call Clay?"
I shook my head no, feeling as if talking took too much energy. "Hospital," I was able to whisper as tears of fear started falling from my eyes. He quickly scooped me up as he screamed for Taylor to drive us to the hospital since Jake had taken Damien down to the station already in his car
Nathan laid me in the backseat of the car as Taylor drove. Nathan was sitting on the center console so he could talk to me. He looked very awkward sitting there with his head pressed against the ceiling. If I hadn't felt so sick, I probably would have laughed.
My eyes started to drift closed and Nathan's voice just became louder. "Stay with me okay? Let me see those gorgeous eyes of yours." As I heard his sweet words, I opened my eyes. "There they are." He then brushed the hair out of my face. "Hales, you're burning up." He quickly grabbed a map that was still sitting in Taylor's front seat from her drive home and started fanning me. "Keep those eyes open, Hales."
Hales. Sure, I may feel like I'm dying right now, but I didn't fail to notice that he called me Hales. it sounded good, but I didn't have much time to think about it. "Can't feel… hands…or feet," was all I could say as I tried to listen to him and keep my eyes open. But I couldn't. "I'm tired, Nathan," I told him as I began losing feeling in my face. I closed my eyes and almost instantly, I was asleep.
