Author's Note: Hello fellow One Tree Hill fans! I'm so upset that there
won't be any new shows until April, but that's what fanfics are for! Well,
for those of you who are still reading my story, here's chapter three...
~~~~OTH~~~~
Brooke's POV
I feel so empty. I'm just sitting in a hospital waiting room, holding my best friend's hand, waiting to hear if anything has changed. I can't seem to get that scene out of my head. It just keeps playing over and over and over again in my mind. That look on Haley's face as he pounded into her. I start to cry every time I think about it. I don't think I've stopped crying since last night. I'm so glad that Peyton's with me. I would never be able to get through this without her. Without her and Hales I would be lost. The only people that have stopped by to see us are Jake, Deb and Karen. Jake just stopped by quickly to tell us what was going on with Nathan and Deb dropped by to apologize for her son's actions. Like an apology was going to somehow reverse what that son of a bitch had done. They both came and went I think. I'm not too sure. I've been pretty out of it this whole time. Peyton and I haven't said more than two sentences to each other at a time. We just sit there in silence and wait. The only time she ever says anything is when she thinks I need to eat something or when she has to go to the bathroom. Other than that, it's pretty quite. At least it's not an uncomfortable silence. I think that we've both forgiven each other for our silly fight over Lucas. After what happened to Haley, we realized how unimportant and stupid it was. I mean Lucas isn't even around anymore. Neither of us got him. That Nikki bitch did. My point is, we realized that friends are what's most important in this world. That, and boy's suck! I don't know what's going to happen between us after this. I'm not sure if we'll be best friends again or if we'll just be friends. Who knows, maybe she do her defensive thing, like when her mom died. She's always thought that her mom's death was her fault. She was convinced that she could have somehow prevented it from happening. This time is no different. She's blaming herself for something that Nathan did. It wasn't her fault that she wanted to spend some quality time with her dad. She didn't know. It's not her fault. It's mine.
~~~~OTH~~~~
"God, the look on her face. I'll never forget it for as long as I live," I cried into Peyton's blonde hair. It feels so natural to be in her arms. She always used to hold me when I cried. I can't believe that I've been so petty about this whole Lucas thing. I thought that she wasn't my best friend. I was wrong. She's always been there for me and now I know she always will.
"I know, Brookie," she whispers into my ear. I can tell that she's crying now, too. She hardly ever cries. The only time I can remember her crying since her mom died was when she thought her dad was dead. "She's gonna be okay. Hales is strong. She'll be okay."
"How?" I asked, looking up into her eyes. "I really don't see how she could ever be okay! Don't you get it, Peyton? He raped her! That isn't something that she can just get over. This will be with her for the rest of her life."
"Your right," she agreed, rubbing my back to try and calm me back down. "I'll stop lying to you and just be quite." She always seems to know what I need. I don't want to hear any comforting bullshit. I don't want to be comforted. I just need to be held. I smiled sadly and pulled out of her embrace. I sat in my own chair, facing her. I tried to dry my eyes.
"Thanks for coming so quick," I thanked her. She shook her head, telling me not to worry.
"Are you kidding?" she questioned. "You and Hales are my best friends. Other than my dad, you guys are the only thing I have in this world."
"Back at ya," I replied. She smiled at me and we hugged. It was a silent apology on both our parts. She was apologizing for betraying me and I was apologizing for being such an unforgiving bitch.
"So," she began uneasily. "Have you heard anything yet?" I shook my head. That was what was killing me. No one would tell me anything.
"Jake tried to get any info but they didn't have any yet," I informed her. As if on queue, a doctor walked into the waiting room.
"Is there anyone here for..." he paused to look at his clipboard. This better be for us. And it better be good news. If it wasn't, he was going to need a doctor. "A Miss Haley James?" Thank God! I jumped up and Peyton slowly did the same. I was excited about getting news, but she was scared.
"Is she okay? Can we see her?" I begged running up to him. He looked past me to Peyton and then continued to look around the room. Hello!? I'm right here! Tell me she's okay. "What?
"Aren't her parents here?" he asked. I shook my head. "Are they on their way?" Peyton walked up behind me to join the conversation.
"They're in Europe for the next month," she explained. Haley was mad at them at first for leaving her, but after I invited her to stay with me she seemed to be happy about it. They left a week ago and I don't think that we've had more than eight hours of sleep the whole week.
"Yeah, she's staying at my house," I explained. He looked like he was upset by this news. "Why? What's the problem?" He started to flip through what I can only guess is Haley's medial folder.
"Hospital policy," he began. Why do I have a feeling that I'm gonna hate hospital policy? "We aren't allowed to discuss a patients condition with anyone but their legal guardian or immediate family. I can tell you that she's gonna make it, but that's all I'm permitted to say." My face fell. This isn't fair. I need to know if she's okay. I'm going to go crazy if I have to sit and wait for any longer.
"We have no way of contacting them," I told him, my desperation was evident in my voice. "Isn't there anyone else we can call?" He seemed to have found the page that he had been looking for in Haley's folder.
"There's always her emergency contact her parents filled in the last time she was in," he answered. I gave him a look that told him to tell us. "Do you know a woman by the name of Karen Roe?" Yes! Karen!
"Yeah, yeah, of course," I muttered. He nodded his head in approval.
"Just call her and get her to come down here," he instructed us. Peyton nodded her head and pulled out her phone. "You'll have to go outside to use that." She nodded again and made her way outside. "Just have the nurse page me when Ms. Roe gets here."
"I will," I told him and he left. Deciding I didn't want to be alone, I made my way outside to find Peyton. When I got there she was already on the phone, but she didn't appear to be talking to anyone. "Whatcha doing?" She motioned for me to shush. I did. She continued to listen to whatever it was that had her so worried. Finally, she was done and she turned to look at me. She had tears in her eyes and her face was pale. "What?"
"The message," she says. Is that supposed to mean something to me? "Before you called, when I was at dinner with my dad. Someone else called a few minutes before you did." I'm still not getting the big yet. "I referred them to my voice mail."
"So?" I questioned. "Peyton, what's the big deal? Who's the message from?"
"It was Haley," she answered and all the air left my lungs. Suddenly I couldn't breathe. "She was crying. And screaming. I could hear Nathan yelling at her in the background." I was starting to understand what she was saying. "She called me right before it happened. If I had picked up my God damn phone I could have stopped this from happening!" She was full out crying now. "This is my fault, Brooke! Mine!" Oh, God. What do you do when your rock turns to dust?
~~~~OTH~~~~
So what do you think? Good? Bad? Horrible? Please tell me! Thanks for reading anyway!
~~~~OTH~~~~
Brooke's POV
I feel so empty. I'm just sitting in a hospital waiting room, holding my best friend's hand, waiting to hear if anything has changed. I can't seem to get that scene out of my head. It just keeps playing over and over and over again in my mind. That look on Haley's face as he pounded into her. I start to cry every time I think about it. I don't think I've stopped crying since last night. I'm so glad that Peyton's with me. I would never be able to get through this without her. Without her and Hales I would be lost. The only people that have stopped by to see us are Jake, Deb and Karen. Jake just stopped by quickly to tell us what was going on with Nathan and Deb dropped by to apologize for her son's actions. Like an apology was going to somehow reverse what that son of a bitch had done. They both came and went I think. I'm not too sure. I've been pretty out of it this whole time. Peyton and I haven't said more than two sentences to each other at a time. We just sit there in silence and wait. The only time she ever says anything is when she thinks I need to eat something or when she has to go to the bathroom. Other than that, it's pretty quite. At least it's not an uncomfortable silence. I think that we've both forgiven each other for our silly fight over Lucas. After what happened to Haley, we realized how unimportant and stupid it was. I mean Lucas isn't even around anymore. Neither of us got him. That Nikki bitch did. My point is, we realized that friends are what's most important in this world. That, and boy's suck! I don't know what's going to happen between us after this. I'm not sure if we'll be best friends again or if we'll just be friends. Who knows, maybe she do her defensive thing, like when her mom died. She's always thought that her mom's death was her fault. She was convinced that she could have somehow prevented it from happening. This time is no different. She's blaming herself for something that Nathan did. It wasn't her fault that she wanted to spend some quality time with her dad. She didn't know. It's not her fault. It's mine.
~~~~OTH~~~~
"God, the look on her face. I'll never forget it for as long as I live," I cried into Peyton's blonde hair. It feels so natural to be in her arms. She always used to hold me when I cried. I can't believe that I've been so petty about this whole Lucas thing. I thought that she wasn't my best friend. I was wrong. She's always been there for me and now I know she always will.
"I know, Brookie," she whispers into my ear. I can tell that she's crying now, too. She hardly ever cries. The only time I can remember her crying since her mom died was when she thought her dad was dead. "She's gonna be okay. Hales is strong. She'll be okay."
"How?" I asked, looking up into her eyes. "I really don't see how she could ever be okay! Don't you get it, Peyton? He raped her! That isn't something that she can just get over. This will be with her for the rest of her life."
"Your right," she agreed, rubbing my back to try and calm me back down. "I'll stop lying to you and just be quite." She always seems to know what I need. I don't want to hear any comforting bullshit. I don't want to be comforted. I just need to be held. I smiled sadly and pulled out of her embrace. I sat in my own chair, facing her. I tried to dry my eyes.
"Thanks for coming so quick," I thanked her. She shook her head, telling me not to worry.
"Are you kidding?" she questioned. "You and Hales are my best friends. Other than my dad, you guys are the only thing I have in this world."
"Back at ya," I replied. She smiled at me and we hugged. It was a silent apology on both our parts. She was apologizing for betraying me and I was apologizing for being such an unforgiving bitch.
"So," she began uneasily. "Have you heard anything yet?" I shook my head. That was what was killing me. No one would tell me anything.
"Jake tried to get any info but they didn't have any yet," I informed her. As if on queue, a doctor walked into the waiting room.
"Is there anyone here for..." he paused to look at his clipboard. This better be for us. And it better be good news. If it wasn't, he was going to need a doctor. "A Miss Haley James?" Thank God! I jumped up and Peyton slowly did the same. I was excited about getting news, but she was scared.
"Is she okay? Can we see her?" I begged running up to him. He looked past me to Peyton and then continued to look around the room. Hello!? I'm right here! Tell me she's okay. "What?
"Aren't her parents here?" he asked. I shook my head. "Are they on their way?" Peyton walked up behind me to join the conversation.
"They're in Europe for the next month," she explained. Haley was mad at them at first for leaving her, but after I invited her to stay with me she seemed to be happy about it. They left a week ago and I don't think that we've had more than eight hours of sleep the whole week.
"Yeah, she's staying at my house," I explained. He looked like he was upset by this news. "Why? What's the problem?" He started to flip through what I can only guess is Haley's medial folder.
"Hospital policy," he began. Why do I have a feeling that I'm gonna hate hospital policy? "We aren't allowed to discuss a patients condition with anyone but their legal guardian or immediate family. I can tell you that she's gonna make it, but that's all I'm permitted to say." My face fell. This isn't fair. I need to know if she's okay. I'm going to go crazy if I have to sit and wait for any longer.
"We have no way of contacting them," I told him, my desperation was evident in my voice. "Isn't there anyone else we can call?" He seemed to have found the page that he had been looking for in Haley's folder.
"There's always her emergency contact her parents filled in the last time she was in," he answered. I gave him a look that told him to tell us. "Do you know a woman by the name of Karen Roe?" Yes! Karen!
"Yeah, yeah, of course," I muttered. He nodded his head in approval.
"Just call her and get her to come down here," he instructed us. Peyton nodded her head and pulled out her phone. "You'll have to go outside to use that." She nodded again and made her way outside. "Just have the nurse page me when Ms. Roe gets here."
"I will," I told him and he left. Deciding I didn't want to be alone, I made my way outside to find Peyton. When I got there she was already on the phone, but she didn't appear to be talking to anyone. "Whatcha doing?" She motioned for me to shush. I did. She continued to listen to whatever it was that had her so worried. Finally, she was done and she turned to look at me. She had tears in her eyes and her face was pale. "What?"
"The message," she says. Is that supposed to mean something to me? "Before you called, when I was at dinner with my dad. Someone else called a few minutes before you did." I'm still not getting the big yet. "I referred them to my voice mail."
"So?" I questioned. "Peyton, what's the big deal? Who's the message from?"
"It was Haley," she answered and all the air left my lungs. Suddenly I couldn't breathe. "She was crying. And screaming. I could hear Nathan yelling at her in the background." I was starting to understand what she was saying. "She called me right before it happened. If I had picked up my God damn phone I could have stopped this from happening!" She was full out crying now. "This is my fault, Brooke! Mine!" Oh, God. What do you do when your rock turns to dust?
~~~~OTH~~~~
So what do you think? Good? Bad? Horrible? Please tell me! Thanks for reading anyway!