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Anyways, here's chapter eleven...
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Haley's POV
I might actually be able to get through this. I have my girls to help me. Brooke has been so good to me about the whole thing. I felt so bad when she told me she thought that it was her fault. That couldn't be further from the truth. Things with Nathan haven't been good for a long time. I've been putting up a brave face till now. I didn't want to hear everyone telling me 'I told you so'. People warned me about him. They told me that he was an ass and that he always would be, but did I listen? Nope. It was going to be different this time. He loved me. I honestly thought that he had changed. But he never will. He will always be Dan Scott's son, after all. He was the same with Peyton, when they went out, but this never happened. Peyton's always been stronger than me. She would never let a worthless shit like Nathan Scott hit her. Hell, I doubt Nathan would even think about hitting her. She's the kind of girl that wouldn't just sit there and take it. Not like me. I was too afraid to do anything. I just listened to all the horrible things he had to say about me and did everything he told me to. But not last night. When Nathan took me into that room, I didn't think it would go as far as it did. I didn't think that he would actually be so stupid as to rape me in the middle of a God damned party! I don't really remember everything that happened. The only thing I remember clearly is Brooke bursting into the room. She saved me. She's my angel. Who knows what could have happened if she didn't show up. I don't think I want to know. I just want Brooke to hold onto me forever.
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"Pinky swear," Brooke reassures me. I'm not sure if she fully understands what I asked of her, but I take what I can get. I don't know how, but I have this weird feeling that as long as Brooke's with me, everything will be okay. I don't get it. I give her a bright smile, well as bright as I can manage and she smiles back at me. I can tell that she's really worried about me.
"So, Tigger," I begin, using the pet name I have for her. I always call her that when I'm trying to be funny. It's always a good icebreaker. She lets out a little giggle. "How many of the hundreds of people that love me have stopped by?"
"Well, Tutor Girl, me and Peyton have been here the whole time," she starts and my tummy starts to flutter. They are so sweet to stay all night. I know how uncomfortable those chairs can be. I'll have to remember to thank them for that after. "Peyton called Karen and she came running over here. She came in to talk to you when you were out. She loves you so much." I hope I didn't scare her too much. That woman has gone through enough already. "Deb came by just after her. They left together. And Jake was just coming in when I was on my way up."
"Karen left?" I ask a little surprised. When Luke was in here, she never left his bedside. I guess I just assumed that she would be here. Brooke must hear the sadness in my voice because she squeezes my hand.
"She just couldn't take it," she tries to explain. "Memories of Luke, I guess."
"I understand," I tell her. She seems to sigh a little. I can tell that she really didn't want to talk about anything that involved Lucas Scott. I understand that, too. "So, besides the obvious, what else happened at the party last night?"
"Jake beat the crap out of Nathan," she laughs at me. You would think that I would cringe at the mention of his name, but I don't. Maybe what he did to me isn't as much of a surprise as it should be.
"And I missed it?" I asked in mock disappointment. She smiles at me. Maybe this change in subject wasn't such a good idea. She doesn't want to talk about the blonde Scott brother and I don't' want to talk about the jackass one. I look up at her and I she had that look in her eyes. I know what she's about to ask and I really don't want to have that discussion.
"Hales, about Nathan," she begins. My stomach tightens and my mind starts to go into overdrive. I can't have this talk right now. Maybe ever. She's about to continue, but there's a knock at the door.
"Come in!" I yell, maybe a little to quickly. The door slowly opens and a blonde head pops in. Suddenly, my stomach relaxes and my mind settles. Peyton's here. Brooke looks over at her and she has a huge smile on her face. Peyton just stands there with her hands in her pockets. "Brookie, can I talk to Peyt alone for a minute?" There's another knock at the door and Peyton quickly opens it. A nurse walks in.
"Hi there, darlings," she greets us. She sends me a sympathetic smile. Am I going to get those for the rest of my life? "I just wanted to let you know that you will be out of here by tomorrow. The doctor just wants to run a few more tests and I'm sure the police will be dropping by sometime today to talk to all three of you." She pauses and turns to Peyton because she's closest to the door. "She's going to need some clean clothes. You or your friend should go pick some up."
"On it," Brooke cheers. "All your clothes at my house are dirty, right?" I nod. "Then I guess I'm making a trip to the James residence." She laughs and kisses my hand before she stands up. "Later, baby."
"Later," I repeat. She hops over to Peyton and whispers something in her ear that I can't hear. Peyton smiles and they embrace. That will take some getting used to. Seeing them together again. Brooke winks at me and walks out the door, the nurse following behind. We're alone. Peyton's still standing at the door. "So, did you hear about Tom and Denise? Can you believe they broke up? That's like the biggest event of the year!" I joke. Peyton smiles softly. I open up my arms and she slowly walks over.
"Hales..." she cries as she slips into my arms. "I'm so sorry." I shake my head and run my fingers through her beautiful hair to try to claim her. It takes her a few minutes to stop crying. She pulls back and sits in the chair. "Before you can tell me that it's okay and that it's not my fault, I just want to apologize anyway." I sit and listen. That's what she wants. "I didn't answer my phone and I should have. You were counting on me and I let you down. Who knows if it would have even made a difference? I don't know, but I can't help but feel that I could have stopped this."
"You couldn't," I tell her. "This isn't the first time that something like this has happened." I see her eyes widen in panic. "No, no. Nothing this bad. He just used to hit me and stuff, but he's never taken it this far." I have to take a deep breath. "My point is, it was going to happen. This is no one's fault but my own. I didn't say anything."
"How come?"
"I was ashamed I guess," I shake my head. "Not really sure. It was stupid and it could have cost me my life. Maybe it has in some ways."
"I should have seen it," she starts. "I should have paid more attention." I hold my hand up to silence her. She obeys. "Sorry."
"I don't want to talk about this right now," I beg her. She nods. "I can't deal at the moment. I will later, I promise. For now," I pause to look into her eyes. "Will you just hold me?" And she does. Maybe this isn't such a bad thing after all. Wait. I was raped. That is always a bad thing. Right?
~~~~OTH~~~~ All done. Please, please tell me what you think! Thanks for reading... Later.
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Haley's POV
I might actually be able to get through this. I have my girls to help me. Brooke has been so good to me about the whole thing. I felt so bad when she told me she thought that it was her fault. That couldn't be further from the truth. Things with Nathan haven't been good for a long time. I've been putting up a brave face till now. I didn't want to hear everyone telling me 'I told you so'. People warned me about him. They told me that he was an ass and that he always would be, but did I listen? Nope. It was going to be different this time. He loved me. I honestly thought that he had changed. But he never will. He will always be Dan Scott's son, after all. He was the same with Peyton, when they went out, but this never happened. Peyton's always been stronger than me. She would never let a worthless shit like Nathan Scott hit her. Hell, I doubt Nathan would even think about hitting her. She's the kind of girl that wouldn't just sit there and take it. Not like me. I was too afraid to do anything. I just listened to all the horrible things he had to say about me and did everything he told me to. But not last night. When Nathan took me into that room, I didn't think it would go as far as it did. I didn't think that he would actually be so stupid as to rape me in the middle of a God damned party! I don't really remember everything that happened. The only thing I remember clearly is Brooke bursting into the room. She saved me. She's my angel. Who knows what could have happened if she didn't show up. I don't think I want to know. I just want Brooke to hold onto me forever.
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"Pinky swear," Brooke reassures me. I'm not sure if she fully understands what I asked of her, but I take what I can get. I don't know how, but I have this weird feeling that as long as Brooke's with me, everything will be okay. I don't get it. I give her a bright smile, well as bright as I can manage and she smiles back at me. I can tell that she's really worried about me.
"So, Tigger," I begin, using the pet name I have for her. I always call her that when I'm trying to be funny. It's always a good icebreaker. She lets out a little giggle. "How many of the hundreds of people that love me have stopped by?"
"Well, Tutor Girl, me and Peyton have been here the whole time," she starts and my tummy starts to flutter. They are so sweet to stay all night. I know how uncomfortable those chairs can be. I'll have to remember to thank them for that after. "Peyton called Karen and she came running over here. She came in to talk to you when you were out. She loves you so much." I hope I didn't scare her too much. That woman has gone through enough already. "Deb came by just after her. They left together. And Jake was just coming in when I was on my way up."
"Karen left?" I ask a little surprised. When Luke was in here, she never left his bedside. I guess I just assumed that she would be here. Brooke must hear the sadness in my voice because she squeezes my hand.
"She just couldn't take it," she tries to explain. "Memories of Luke, I guess."
"I understand," I tell her. She seems to sigh a little. I can tell that she really didn't want to talk about anything that involved Lucas Scott. I understand that, too. "So, besides the obvious, what else happened at the party last night?"
"Jake beat the crap out of Nathan," she laughs at me. You would think that I would cringe at the mention of his name, but I don't. Maybe what he did to me isn't as much of a surprise as it should be.
"And I missed it?" I asked in mock disappointment. She smiles at me. Maybe this change in subject wasn't such a good idea. She doesn't want to talk about the blonde Scott brother and I don't' want to talk about the jackass one. I look up at her and I she had that look in her eyes. I know what she's about to ask and I really don't want to have that discussion.
"Hales, about Nathan," she begins. My stomach tightens and my mind starts to go into overdrive. I can't have this talk right now. Maybe ever. She's about to continue, but there's a knock at the door.
"Come in!" I yell, maybe a little to quickly. The door slowly opens and a blonde head pops in. Suddenly, my stomach relaxes and my mind settles. Peyton's here. Brooke looks over at her and she has a huge smile on her face. Peyton just stands there with her hands in her pockets. "Brookie, can I talk to Peyt alone for a minute?" There's another knock at the door and Peyton quickly opens it. A nurse walks in.
"Hi there, darlings," she greets us. She sends me a sympathetic smile. Am I going to get those for the rest of my life? "I just wanted to let you know that you will be out of here by tomorrow. The doctor just wants to run a few more tests and I'm sure the police will be dropping by sometime today to talk to all three of you." She pauses and turns to Peyton because she's closest to the door. "She's going to need some clean clothes. You or your friend should go pick some up."
"On it," Brooke cheers. "All your clothes at my house are dirty, right?" I nod. "Then I guess I'm making a trip to the James residence." She laughs and kisses my hand before she stands up. "Later, baby."
"Later," I repeat. She hops over to Peyton and whispers something in her ear that I can't hear. Peyton smiles and they embrace. That will take some getting used to. Seeing them together again. Brooke winks at me and walks out the door, the nurse following behind. We're alone. Peyton's still standing at the door. "So, did you hear about Tom and Denise? Can you believe they broke up? That's like the biggest event of the year!" I joke. Peyton smiles softly. I open up my arms and she slowly walks over.
"Hales..." she cries as she slips into my arms. "I'm so sorry." I shake my head and run my fingers through her beautiful hair to try to claim her. It takes her a few minutes to stop crying. She pulls back and sits in the chair. "Before you can tell me that it's okay and that it's not my fault, I just want to apologize anyway." I sit and listen. That's what she wants. "I didn't answer my phone and I should have. You were counting on me and I let you down. Who knows if it would have even made a difference? I don't know, but I can't help but feel that I could have stopped this."
"You couldn't," I tell her. "This isn't the first time that something like this has happened." I see her eyes widen in panic. "No, no. Nothing this bad. He just used to hit me and stuff, but he's never taken it this far." I have to take a deep breath. "My point is, it was going to happen. This is no one's fault but my own. I didn't say anything."
"How come?"
"I was ashamed I guess," I shake my head. "Not really sure. It was stupid and it could have cost me my life. Maybe it has in some ways."
"I should have seen it," she starts. "I should have paid more attention." I hold my hand up to silence her. She obeys. "Sorry."
"I don't want to talk about this right now," I beg her. She nods. "I can't deal at the moment. I will later, I promise. For now," I pause to look into her eyes. "Will you just hold me?" And she does. Maybe this isn't such a bad thing after all. Wait. I was raped. That is always a bad thing. Right?
~~~~OTH~~~~ All done. Please, please tell me what you think! Thanks for reading... Later.