Author's Note: Well, as you can guess, I've decided to continue this story.
I have like eight stories, but at the moment I'm only updating three of
them frequently, so I have to take turns. It's been a very busy day for me
today, I've updated all three of them, this is my last. Out of all of them,
I think I like this one the best so I'll tried to make this update better
than my other ones. Enough with the talking already, right? Okay, you guys
are the bosses. Here chapter fifteen...
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Brooke's POV
Is this ever going to get any easier? Will I ever just wake up one day and everything will have magically been healed? No, probably not. Not unless this is a WB show or one of those other stupid shows where everything is fixed in the span of 60 minutes. If we were on TV, Haley would be out and about, dating somebody new by next week. Somehow I really don't see that happening any time soon, or at all to be completely honest. She can never just brush herself clean of this and move on, this will forever be a part of her. A part of us, of me. I understand that this isn't about me, it's about Haley. I swear I know that, but...I can't deny the fact that this affects me too. I can't imagine that any of us will be getting a good night sleep in the near future. We'll all be assaulted with nightmares of last night. Hell, I haven't been able to stop thinking about it since then. Talking about it is worse. When those cops made me tell them what happened...I think I almost puked. Honest. I realize that it's only been maybe thirty hours since everything changed, but I really miss it. I miss being able to look at my best friend and knowing she was really happy and not trying to decide whether she's faking or not. I miss it. I miss her, my Haley. And the way we used to be.
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"She's in room 314," I told her, following the cops over to the chair I had spend the night in. "Third floor." I smile at her and turn around, finishing my walk to where the men are waiting. One of them is sitting and the other is standing. I assume I'm supposed to sit down now, so I do. When I sit down I can see Karen getting in the elevator. God, I hope she can get through to Hales. I look back and forth between the cops. "What can I do for you officers?"
"I'm Officer Robinson, but call me Steve," said the one sitting down. I nod and look up at the one standing in front of me. "That's Jim." I smile at him, more than a little uncomfortable at the situation.
"Okay," I begin. "What can I do for you Jim and Steve?"
"We're here to talk about what happened at Rachel Summers house last night," Jim says, trying his best to sound gentle. He shifts form foot to foot, nervously. At least I'm not the only one that's uncomfortable around here.
"Shoot," I say, giving them permission to ask me whatever they need. As horrible as it may be for me to retell my story, and believe me it will be, I will do anything to make sure that Nathan Scott stays behind bars. Jim nudges Steve to start.
"Now, you went with Miss James, correct?"
"Please, just call her Haley," I ask him. He nods. "Yeah, she's staying at my house for the month. I drove over."
"Was Mr. Scott," he begins, but stops when he catches the look I'm giving him. "I mean, was Nathan with you two? Drove over in the car with you?"
"Yeah, we picked him up on the way," I answer. I'm not really getting where he is going with this. What the hell does that have to do with anything? I think I like Jim better, he seems more sensible. Not to mention the fact that he's much hotter and he doesn't ask pointless questions. "Is there a point you re going to arrive at anytime soon?" He looks at me surprised. Oh, did I hurt his feelings? Not caring. He decides to ignore my comment.
"When he got in the car, I'm assuming he sat in the back?" I nod. This is getting old really quickly. "Did Haley move to the back to sit with him?" I shake my head. No, she stayed in the front with me. Which, now that I think about it, was strange. Why hadn't she sat back there with him? He had even called her on it. Okay, so maybe Officer Steve did have a point.
"No, she stayed in the front with me," I say, giving my thoughts some voice. He nods and writes it down. Big bad Jim sees this as his opportunity to take charge.
"Did Haley give you any other indication that something wasn't right?" I let my gaze fall to the floor and I suddenly find the tiled floor the hospital very interesting. I was hoping they wouldn't ask this question. It had been eating her alive since she opened that door. "Miss Davis?" I look back up at him.
"Uh, yeah," I stuttered, trying to hold back the tears I knew would eventually come. "She kept telling me that she didn't want to go with him. She begged me not to make her go." I guess Jim is more then just a looker because he senses that I'm really upset. He kneels down so we're at eye level.
"There was no way you could have know," he tells me, echoing the words I told Peyton last night when she thought it was her fault. I guess if it's not Peyton's fault than it's not mine either. Knowing that fact still doesn't make me feel any less guilty about what happened, though. I nod my head at him, making him think that he helped me. I guess he did, but not much. This seems to make him happy and he stands back up. Steve is done writing his note now. Yay, more questions.
"When you were at the party, after Haley and Nathan had left, you were talking to..."
"Jake," I state. I assume that they talked to him already because they seem to know exactly who I'm talking about. "He told me something about Haley and I went to go find her." He raises his eyebrows. Jeez, those are some bushy eyebrows.
"What did he tell you?" he asks. Okay, definitely not liking Officer Steve. I give him my best Brooke Davis 'Mine Your Own Fucking Business' look. Wow, it even scares cops. I guess I underestimate myself. And everyone always says I'm in love with me. Ha, showed them.
"That's private and has nothing to do with Nathan," I snap at him. He kinda flinches, like he was afraid I was going to physically hit him. I haven't decided on that one yet. Might make me feel better. Jim has the common sense to step in before things get out of hand.
"Can you tell us exactly what happened when went to find her?" I continue to stare down Steve for a moment before turning to Jim and smiling sweetly at him. It was fake, anyone could see that. I was just trying to prove a point to Steve over here. Believe me, there will be no smiling during the telling of this story.
"Okay," I begin, taking a breath. I release it and sigh. "I ran into Tim and his chick of the minute, Courtney. I ask Tim, he's Nathan's number one lackey, if he'd seen Hales and Nathan. He said they had gone into a room a while ago." I'm replaying the scene out in my head as I tell it. This has got to be the hundredth time I've seen it since it happened. "When they walked off, Courtney gave me this weird look then glanced towards the bedroom." I shake my head to clear my thoughts. "I didn't get it at the time, but thinking back I was completely obvious."
"Go on," Jim urges me gently. Yep, he's much better than Steve. I glance up at him and he gives me an encouraging smile.
"I could hear sounds. Grunts or moans. Maybe cries, I can't remember, but I knew they weren't of the good." I lay my hands in my lap and stare at them. "So...I opened the door and....and...he was..."
"He was what, Brooke?"
"On top of her," I whisper, afraid that if I said it any louder I would start to cry. I don't know why I looked up, but when I did I spotted Peyton getting out of the elevator. She sees me too and gives me a questioning look. She moves to come over, but I shake my head, telling her to wait there. She does. If I stopped now I was never going to be able to start again. I turn back to the cops. "He had her arms pinned above her head like this." I hold my hands up to show them what I mean. They nod and I drop my hands. "I think I whispered something cause he got off Haley and starting yelling at me."
"All he did was yell?" Steve asked. God, would he just let me tell me story? I shoot him a look and he shuts up.
"He was about to hit me, but Jake grabbed his hand and punched him," I explain. I'm sure they know all about the fight so I don't get into detail about that. Plus, I don't really know much about it other than the fact that Jake won.
"Is that it?"
"Pretty much," I say. "I went in and held her until Courtney brought some pants in. Haley's pants were all ripped up on the floor."
"How did Courtney know what was going on?" Steve asks me. I don't know! Do I look like Courtney? I want to yell that at him, but I settle for shrugging my shoulders.
"I'm not sure," I reply. "Maybe she heard the noises. I don't know. She just sort of showed up, haven't really thought about it."
"And you knew this Courtney girl?" that was Jim so I answer politely. I shake my head.
"No, I had never seen her before," I answer. I don't even know if she goes to Tree Hill High. I don't think she does. I don't recall ever seeing her. "The only reason I even know here name is because I ran into her last night in the elevator on my way up to see Hales."
"She's here?" I nod my head. "A patient?" Jeez, Steve, could you be any more dense?
"No, she said she was here visiting her little sister." They both nod. They look at each other and share some silent conversation. Whoa, gay much?
"That will be all for now Miss Davis," Steve tells me as he gets up. Thank the Lord, he's leaving. Jim smiles down at me.
"Thank you for your cooperation, Brooke." I nod and they walk of. They pass Peyton and head to the elevator. I thought they would leave. I notice Peyton giving them a strange look too, before walking over to me. She sits down beside me in the chair Steve had just been in.
"What was that about?"
"Just asking me about Hales," I say. She knows how hard it is for me to talk about and outs her arm around me. "But then they starting grilling me about that Courtney chick." She shrugs and pulls me the rest of the way into a hug. I can hear her talking, but I'm not really listening. I stare at the elevator. What were they trying to get at? Do they think Courtney has something to do with this? That can't be true. Can it?
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Done. Don't really know where that came from. I was just kind of making it up as I went along. Don't worry though, I have a new idea now. It'll change the whole thing rubs hands together evilly Please tell me what you think. I'm trying to work in an appearance by Nathan soon. Should be good. Till then I'm outtie, peace.
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Brooke's POV
Is this ever going to get any easier? Will I ever just wake up one day and everything will have magically been healed? No, probably not. Not unless this is a WB show or one of those other stupid shows where everything is fixed in the span of 60 minutes. If we were on TV, Haley would be out and about, dating somebody new by next week. Somehow I really don't see that happening any time soon, or at all to be completely honest. She can never just brush herself clean of this and move on, this will forever be a part of her. A part of us, of me. I understand that this isn't about me, it's about Haley. I swear I know that, but...I can't deny the fact that this affects me too. I can't imagine that any of us will be getting a good night sleep in the near future. We'll all be assaulted with nightmares of last night. Hell, I haven't been able to stop thinking about it since then. Talking about it is worse. When those cops made me tell them what happened...I think I almost puked. Honest. I realize that it's only been maybe thirty hours since everything changed, but I really miss it. I miss being able to look at my best friend and knowing she was really happy and not trying to decide whether she's faking or not. I miss it. I miss her, my Haley. And the way we used to be.
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"She's in room 314," I told her, following the cops over to the chair I had spend the night in. "Third floor." I smile at her and turn around, finishing my walk to where the men are waiting. One of them is sitting and the other is standing. I assume I'm supposed to sit down now, so I do. When I sit down I can see Karen getting in the elevator. God, I hope she can get through to Hales. I look back and forth between the cops. "What can I do for you officers?"
"I'm Officer Robinson, but call me Steve," said the one sitting down. I nod and look up at the one standing in front of me. "That's Jim." I smile at him, more than a little uncomfortable at the situation.
"Okay," I begin. "What can I do for you Jim and Steve?"
"We're here to talk about what happened at Rachel Summers house last night," Jim says, trying his best to sound gentle. He shifts form foot to foot, nervously. At least I'm not the only one that's uncomfortable around here.
"Shoot," I say, giving them permission to ask me whatever they need. As horrible as it may be for me to retell my story, and believe me it will be, I will do anything to make sure that Nathan Scott stays behind bars. Jim nudges Steve to start.
"Now, you went with Miss James, correct?"
"Please, just call her Haley," I ask him. He nods. "Yeah, she's staying at my house for the month. I drove over."
"Was Mr. Scott," he begins, but stops when he catches the look I'm giving him. "I mean, was Nathan with you two? Drove over in the car with you?"
"Yeah, we picked him up on the way," I answer. I'm not really getting where he is going with this. What the hell does that have to do with anything? I think I like Jim better, he seems more sensible. Not to mention the fact that he's much hotter and he doesn't ask pointless questions. "Is there a point you re going to arrive at anytime soon?" He looks at me surprised. Oh, did I hurt his feelings? Not caring. He decides to ignore my comment.
"When he got in the car, I'm assuming he sat in the back?" I nod. This is getting old really quickly. "Did Haley move to the back to sit with him?" I shake my head. No, she stayed in the front with me. Which, now that I think about it, was strange. Why hadn't she sat back there with him? He had even called her on it. Okay, so maybe Officer Steve did have a point.
"No, she stayed in the front with me," I say, giving my thoughts some voice. He nods and writes it down. Big bad Jim sees this as his opportunity to take charge.
"Did Haley give you any other indication that something wasn't right?" I let my gaze fall to the floor and I suddenly find the tiled floor the hospital very interesting. I was hoping they wouldn't ask this question. It had been eating her alive since she opened that door. "Miss Davis?" I look back up at him.
"Uh, yeah," I stuttered, trying to hold back the tears I knew would eventually come. "She kept telling me that she didn't want to go with him. She begged me not to make her go." I guess Jim is more then just a looker because he senses that I'm really upset. He kneels down so we're at eye level.
"There was no way you could have know," he tells me, echoing the words I told Peyton last night when she thought it was her fault. I guess if it's not Peyton's fault than it's not mine either. Knowing that fact still doesn't make me feel any less guilty about what happened, though. I nod my head at him, making him think that he helped me. I guess he did, but not much. This seems to make him happy and he stands back up. Steve is done writing his note now. Yay, more questions.
"When you were at the party, after Haley and Nathan had left, you were talking to..."
"Jake," I state. I assume that they talked to him already because they seem to know exactly who I'm talking about. "He told me something about Haley and I went to go find her." He raises his eyebrows. Jeez, those are some bushy eyebrows.
"What did he tell you?" he asks. Okay, definitely not liking Officer Steve. I give him my best Brooke Davis 'Mine Your Own Fucking Business' look. Wow, it even scares cops. I guess I underestimate myself. And everyone always says I'm in love with me. Ha, showed them.
"That's private and has nothing to do with Nathan," I snap at him. He kinda flinches, like he was afraid I was going to physically hit him. I haven't decided on that one yet. Might make me feel better. Jim has the common sense to step in before things get out of hand.
"Can you tell us exactly what happened when went to find her?" I continue to stare down Steve for a moment before turning to Jim and smiling sweetly at him. It was fake, anyone could see that. I was just trying to prove a point to Steve over here. Believe me, there will be no smiling during the telling of this story.
"Okay," I begin, taking a breath. I release it and sigh. "I ran into Tim and his chick of the minute, Courtney. I ask Tim, he's Nathan's number one lackey, if he'd seen Hales and Nathan. He said they had gone into a room a while ago." I'm replaying the scene out in my head as I tell it. This has got to be the hundredth time I've seen it since it happened. "When they walked off, Courtney gave me this weird look then glanced towards the bedroom." I shake my head to clear my thoughts. "I didn't get it at the time, but thinking back I was completely obvious."
"Go on," Jim urges me gently. Yep, he's much better than Steve. I glance up at him and he gives me an encouraging smile.
"I could hear sounds. Grunts or moans. Maybe cries, I can't remember, but I knew they weren't of the good." I lay my hands in my lap and stare at them. "So...I opened the door and....and...he was..."
"He was what, Brooke?"
"On top of her," I whisper, afraid that if I said it any louder I would start to cry. I don't know why I looked up, but when I did I spotted Peyton getting out of the elevator. She sees me too and gives me a questioning look. She moves to come over, but I shake my head, telling her to wait there. She does. If I stopped now I was never going to be able to start again. I turn back to the cops. "He had her arms pinned above her head like this." I hold my hands up to show them what I mean. They nod and I drop my hands. "I think I whispered something cause he got off Haley and starting yelling at me."
"All he did was yell?" Steve asked. God, would he just let me tell me story? I shoot him a look and he shuts up.
"He was about to hit me, but Jake grabbed his hand and punched him," I explain. I'm sure they know all about the fight so I don't get into detail about that. Plus, I don't really know much about it other than the fact that Jake won.
"Is that it?"
"Pretty much," I say. "I went in and held her until Courtney brought some pants in. Haley's pants were all ripped up on the floor."
"How did Courtney know what was going on?" Steve asks me. I don't know! Do I look like Courtney? I want to yell that at him, but I settle for shrugging my shoulders.
"I'm not sure," I reply. "Maybe she heard the noises. I don't know. She just sort of showed up, haven't really thought about it."
"And you knew this Courtney girl?" that was Jim so I answer politely. I shake my head.
"No, I had never seen her before," I answer. I don't even know if she goes to Tree Hill High. I don't think she does. I don't recall ever seeing her. "The only reason I even know here name is because I ran into her last night in the elevator on my way up to see Hales."
"She's here?" I nod my head. "A patient?" Jeez, Steve, could you be any more dense?
"No, she said she was here visiting her little sister." They both nod. They look at each other and share some silent conversation. Whoa, gay much?
"That will be all for now Miss Davis," Steve tells me as he gets up. Thank the Lord, he's leaving. Jim smiles down at me.
"Thank you for your cooperation, Brooke." I nod and they walk of. They pass Peyton and head to the elevator. I thought they would leave. I notice Peyton giving them a strange look too, before walking over to me. She sits down beside me in the chair Steve had just been in.
"What was that about?"
"Just asking me about Hales," I say. She knows how hard it is for me to talk about and outs her arm around me. "But then they starting grilling me about that Courtney chick." She shrugs and pulls me the rest of the way into a hug. I can hear her talking, but I'm not really listening. I stare at the elevator. What were they trying to get at? Do they think Courtney has something to do with this? That can't be true. Can it?
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Done. Don't really know where that came from. I was just kind of making it up as I went along. Don't worry though, I have a new idea now. It'll change the whole thing rubs hands together evilly Please tell me what you think. I'm trying to work in an appearance by Nathan soon. Should be good. Till then I'm outtie, peace.