Hey guys, I'm sorry it took me such a long time to update. To be honest, I haven't been giving this story much of my attention. Mostly because lately I haven't been really inspired to write this. I didn't know where I wanted to go with this, but now I do so here's the next chapter. Drop a line or two and you would make me so happy!


Chapter 11. No Way Back

Dylan sighed as he checked the clock again. The ride had been silent for most of the time and it started to bother him. It made him think about thoughts that shouldn't be in his head. Like the question if Abigail was right or not. The more he thought about it, the more it made sense to him.

"Can I change the radio station? This one is kind of boring."

"It's good music." Abigail snapped. "If you touch the stereo you're dead."

He rolled his eyes. Figures she would threaten him.

"It's crap. But whatever, if that's what you want to listen to then I'm not stopping you."

"That's right, you can't stop me."

He had enough of her attitude. "You're so full of yourself, you know that? You think you're better than anyone."

Abigail let out a snort. "Right, like you're one to talk."

"What is that supposed to mean?"

"You know damn right what I'm talking about."

"Actually, I do not. But like I said, whatever. It's not like I care."

"Good. It's not like I care about your guts either."

"Can you two please stop your bickering? I'm tired of your constant fighting." Jenny let out a sigh. "Dylan, just admit it you like Abigail and her attitude. I know how you're always checking her out when you think she's not watching."

Dylan frowned at Jenny's sudden outburst and Abigail just smirked. "And Abigail, don't think I haven't noticed the way you look at him. You're interested in him too, whether you want to admit it or not."

The two teenagers were silent and Jenny let out a content sigh. Mission accomplished.


Lucas was getting really worried. He hadn't heard from his wife in hours and it wasn't helping that her cell phone was turned off. Her voicemail was starting to irritate him.

"Haley, I don't even remember how many times I've called and that means a lot. I really am worried, please let me know where you are." He sighed. "I love you."

With a thud he let himself fall on the couch. His thoughts drifted to a certain brunette, and it wasn't the one he was in love with for all those years.

Her daughter was an exact replica of her mother. The hair, the dimples, the eyes, especially the eyes… Like they could look right trough you till it made anyone and everyone give in.

Dylan hadn't mentioned her before, so it really surprised him. He had no idea that his son and her daughter knew each other, let alone hang out.

The phone rang, interrupting him from his thoughts, and he let out a sigh of relief.

"Finally Haley, you really scared me."

"This isn't Haley Luke, it's me."

"Jake? Oh I'm sorry, I was expecting a call from my wife."

"So I take it Haley isn't home then?"

Lucas frowned. "No, she went away quite some time ago and frankly, I have no idea where the hell she could be."

A silence fell upon them, and Lucas wondered if Jake had hung up on him. "Jake, you there man?"

"What? Oh, I'm sorry. It's just that, something bad happened."

"What is it?"

"Peyton's been missing Luke. She's not at the institution anymore."

He prepared himself for the worst. "You mean, she escaped?"

"Yes, something like that. It's chaos here, we don't know where the hell she can be. I tried calling some people but they haven't seen her. The police are already looking for her."

"Man, are you serious?" He widened his eyes. "And you called me to ask me if she's here?"

Jake was again silent. "Yes, but I can hear by your voice that she's not."

"No, she isn't."

"There's another reason I called."

"Yeah?"

"Someone helped her to get out of the institution. I ask the receptionist if she had any visitors lately besides me, and she told me that there was one women who had just stopped by."

Lucas didn't like the way where Jake was going with this.

"It's Haley, Lucas. She was her last visitor."


The three of them were sitting on the couch, not really knowing what to say. The awkwardness was surrounding them, and it made them all nervous.

Peyton was the first one to speak up. "So, the two of you are still friends?"

"No, we definitely aren't friends." Brooke said bitterly as she saw Haley looking away.

The curly blonde let out a laugh. "Are you serious? What about Lucas and Nathan?"

"We don't keep in touch with each other anymore. Nathan's too busy with his work and I don't have a lot of time either."

Haley scoffed. "That's just bullshit."

Brooke turned her head so she could face the other woman. "Excuse me?"

"You know damn well that that is not the reason we don't keep in touch anymore."

"Yeah, because of you! You were so jealous that Nathan loved me and not you that you didn't want to talk to me!"

"Right, like that was the real reason." She shook her head. "You always liked to turn it all around you Brooke. Well I have something for you, the world doesn't resolve around Brooke freaking Davis."

"Scott." Brooke corrected her. "And whatever, if that's what you'd like to think."

"You weren't really in love with Nathan. When he came over to California during that summer he was bitter because we'd just broken up. You knew he was vulnerable and still you slept with him and kept playing tricks with his mind."

Brooke let out a bitter laugh. "Oh my God! I can't believe you still think that I tricked Nathan to be with me. You are pathetic."

"You were still in love with Lucas. But when you found out you were pregnant you stayed with Nathan because it was the right thing to do."

The brunette stood up in anger. "You don't know shit about me! Don't you dare just sit there and tell me why I'm in love with my husband! You're just bitter because the man you are in love with and the man who you claim to be your husband are both in love with me."

Haley was about to make another nasty comment but got stopped by Peyton. "You two have a lot of issues, it makes me wonder why I'm the only one who's locked up."

It was supposed to be a joke but the two weren't laughing. "Oh come on, loosen up a little. I was just kidding."

"It's not something to joke about, Peyton."

"Oh Haley I see you're still the serious and controlled person you've always been. Don't make me think Brooke's right, about you being pathetic."

Now it was Brooke who had enough. "Listen, I gave up my free time to be here." The other two rolled there eyes. "And I don't want to waste anymore. What is going to happen now?"

"I have no idea." Haley answered honestly. "What do you think Peyton?"

She shrugged in return. "You two do got me out of there. Now the only thing I have to do is make sure it stays that way. I went crazy by just sitting there."

"That's kind of the reason you were there in the first place." Brooke muttered and Haley shot her a look.

"What is the real reason why you didn't want to stay there? Don't you realize it's the right place that's supposed to make you better?" Haley asked Peyton.

"Better? I've never been sick!"

"Oh don't give me that crap P. Sawyer, you've been depressed since you were still in diapers!"

All of a sudden the front door opened and three teenagers stood in front of them, all wearing a different facial expression.

"Mom?"

"Mother?"

"Peyton?"

The adults sat there, their mouths open but the words didn't come out.

"What the hell is going on?"

To Be Continued.