When Jake Admits: Chapter 7
Written By Poser
Jake would sit on the bed eyeballing Nikki, trying to watch her every move in order to protect Peyton and Jenny. Peyton was sitting in the chair that had been by her computer, cradling Jenny, who had been crying ever since Nikki dragged Jake in.
"Nikki," Jake said, trying to sound content. "You can't do this. This will affect your case, by bringing a butterfly knife here and threatening us like this."
"It will affect your case," Nikki had started. "Because you ran off with my child."
"Oh, come on!" Jake shouted. "You know for a fact you can't win a case after you threaten a person's life, especially in order to get a child! Nikki, I don't want to call the police on you for holding hostages."
"You don't understand Jake," Nikki said, her eyes welling with tears. She'd force them down, though. "I left because I actually wanted a life! I wanted to make something of myself and go to college!"
"No, you don't understand, Nikki," Jake shouted. "Once you decide to keep a child, that child is your life! THAT CHILD MADE SOMETHING OF YOU! It made you a parent."
"And all you did," Peyton said, raising her voice. "Was leave what made you who you are. Leaving Tree Hill never even got you anywhere. You never even finished college!"
"How'd you know?" Nikki asked raising the knife and approaching Peyton.
"I have sources," Peyton said shrugging.
"You little bitch," Nikki said, making the knife go closer to Peyton's face.
"NIKKI!" Jake had shouted. "Doing this will get you NOWHERE!"
Nikki was playing with the knife, with thoughts zooming through her mind. Jake stood up, raising his hands in defense.
"I don't want to call the police on you, Nikki," Jake had said approaching Nikki. He walked towards her a bit more, and Nikki had back up into a dresser, raising the knife at him, swinging it around like she was going to slice him.
"But," Jake said as he shrugged. "Now you leave me no choice."
He had her trapped now. He held both of her wrists, and pried the knife out of her hand, letting it drop to the floor.
"Peyton," Jake said. "Call 911. NOW!"
He found a belt on top of the dresser he had Nikki against. He took it, and buckled it around Nikki's wrists, with her hands behind her back. Peyton called 911, and it had only been moments before the police had come. They immediately took Nikki away, convincing her that now she wouldn't be able to go anywhere near Jake or Peyton, because they had put a restraining order against her.
Peyton gave Jake a ride back to his house, where he'd unpack and put Jenny down to sleep for the night. It had been an eventful night, and both Peyton and Jake were tired. They ate dinner, and fell asleep on the couch. Together. And tomorrow, he would tell Peyton. Tell her how he'd felt.
Written By Poser
Jake would sit on the bed eyeballing Nikki, trying to watch her every move in order to protect Peyton and Jenny. Peyton was sitting in the chair that had been by her computer, cradling Jenny, who had been crying ever since Nikki dragged Jake in.
"Nikki," Jake said, trying to sound content. "You can't do this. This will affect your case, by bringing a butterfly knife here and threatening us like this."
"It will affect your case," Nikki had started. "Because you ran off with my child."
"Oh, come on!" Jake shouted. "You know for a fact you can't win a case after you threaten a person's life, especially in order to get a child! Nikki, I don't want to call the police on you for holding hostages."
"You don't understand Jake," Nikki said, her eyes welling with tears. She'd force them down, though. "I left because I actually wanted a life! I wanted to make something of myself and go to college!"
"No, you don't understand, Nikki," Jake shouted. "Once you decide to keep a child, that child is your life! THAT CHILD MADE SOMETHING OF YOU! It made you a parent."
"And all you did," Peyton said, raising her voice. "Was leave what made you who you are. Leaving Tree Hill never even got you anywhere. You never even finished college!"
"How'd you know?" Nikki asked raising the knife and approaching Peyton.
"I have sources," Peyton said shrugging.
"You little bitch," Nikki said, making the knife go closer to Peyton's face.
"NIKKI!" Jake had shouted. "Doing this will get you NOWHERE!"
Nikki was playing with the knife, with thoughts zooming through her mind. Jake stood up, raising his hands in defense.
"I don't want to call the police on you, Nikki," Jake had said approaching Nikki. He walked towards her a bit more, and Nikki had back up into a dresser, raising the knife at him, swinging it around like she was going to slice him.
"But," Jake said as he shrugged. "Now you leave me no choice."
He had her trapped now. He held both of her wrists, and pried the knife out of her hand, letting it drop to the floor.
"Peyton," Jake said. "Call 911. NOW!"
He found a belt on top of the dresser he had Nikki against. He took it, and buckled it around Nikki's wrists, with her hands behind her back. Peyton called 911, and it had only been moments before the police had come. They immediately took Nikki away, convincing her that now she wouldn't be able to go anywhere near Jake or Peyton, because they had put a restraining order against her.
Peyton gave Jake a ride back to his house, where he'd unpack and put Jenny down to sleep for the night. It had been an eventful night, and both Peyton and Jake were tired. They ate dinner, and fell asleep on the couch. Together. And tomorrow, he would tell Peyton. Tell her how he'd felt.