Author's Note: Hey all, sorry it's been so long. I'm glad that you like
this story even though it's not a Naley or any of the other ships. The only
thing going on in this story will be a little Jeyton flirting going on and
that's it. I'm not even sure anything will come of that. Anyway, it's time
for a new chapter. Okay, enough of my rambling.
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Haley's POV
I was so scared. Back at that party when Nathan took me to that room. I knew it was coming. Well, I didn't know what exactly, but I knew that something bad was going to happen. I could feel it. There was like this sick feeling in the pit of my stomach and a piercing in my head. I begged and pleaded with Brooke not to make me go to that party, there couldn't be anything good there. Nathan had been acting really weird over the last few weeks, ever since Deb kicked Dan out. He was really distance and closed off. Every time I even tried to talk to him, he would flip out and attack me. It had never been this bad though. I think the worst he ever did to me was give me a few bruises. Sometimes they were pretty big and I had to cover them up by wearing baggy clothes or extra makeup. Judging by the way that everyone has reacted to this, I was doing a really good job hiding that something was wrong. Which, I regret now. I look at all the people around me, people that I love and that love me, and I see all the pain in their eyes. I hate myself for knowing that I could have prevented it. I didn't know it at the time, but hiding what Nathan was doing to me didn't just hurt me, it hurt everyone around me. I can't feel sorry for me, I'm just not that kind of person, but I do feel sorry for the people that love me. After all that has happened, hurting Brooke, Peyton and Karen are the things that hurt me the most.
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"I'll stay right here," Brooke promises me, with a smile. I feel stupid for thinking that she didn't want to be here. I should have given Brooke more credit than that. She's such an amazing friend; I should have known that she wouldn't mind staying here. That's just the great person she is.
"Thanks," I tell her, lying back on my bed. She still has a hold of my hand, but I don't protest any. It makes me feel like I'm really there, you know? I feel like it someone links me to the world. "So, anything exciting happen since the last time I saw you?"
"I talked to Luke," Brooke answers as if it were nothing. She look over at her to see if she's upset, but she doesn't look it. She looks like she is honestly okay with it. I stare at the creature the aliens left in the form of my best friend. She catches me staring at her. "What?"
"What happened?"
"I don't know," she shrugs. She looks like she's trying to figure it all out herself.
"Okay," I sigh. I want to know what was said between the two. Wait. How did they even end up talking? "Why were you talking to Luke in the first place? Was he still in town?" I don't think he is. He said he really had to go to work. Plus, I specifically told him not to contact with her or Peyton.
"He called when I was at your house," she tells me. Okay, so that makes more sense. No need to go and kick Luke's ass anymore. Which is good since I have no idea where he's living.
"Why were you picking up my phone?" I asked her. "Don't you remember the last time you did that?" I was sick one day at school and signed out so I could go home. Brooke decided to skip school so she could take care of me. Brooke answered my phone and it ended up being out Principal. Boy, did she end up getting in a lot of trouble.
"I didn't," Brooke corrected me, with a shake of her head. She must be thinking about the last time too. "Believe me, I learned that lesson. You only make that mistake once." I nod and laugh at the memory of her face when she picked up that phone. "No, I let the machine get it."
"You knew it was him and you picked it up?" An accident I can see, but she talked to him voluntarily? All I've heard over the last month is how much she wanted to kill both of the 'blonde bitches'. She shrugs her shoulders, indicated that she didn't know the reasons behind her actions.
"I don't know what came over me," she admitted. "He was calling to say something about your cell number not working. I picked it up to tell him the Nathan smashed it."
"Did you two talk?"
"Not for much," she explains. A smile comes to her face. "We both apologized to each other for everything that went wrong in our relationship." I raise an eyebrow to show her that I find all of this very hard to believe.
"What about the other 'blonde bitch'?" She lets out a little laugh at the name. Surprised that I remembered it, probably.
"Like I said," she begins. Damn, she's not going to tell me what they said. I should have known she would keep the juicy details from me. That's just the evil person that she is. "Everything is totally cool between us now. Apart from the fact that he's still with that Nikki bitch."
"I think we're all upset about that one," I tell her. Then I remembered what Luke told me about her. I wonder if Brooke knows who she is or who else she had a relationship with. "Speaking of which, guess what I found out about everyone's favourite home wreaker?"
"Oh, what?" she asks. Her faces lights up at the mention of gossip. She leans forward in her seat as if someone else might overhear us.
"She used to go out with Tree Hill's resident teenage father."
"Jake?"
"No, Tim," I answer sarcastically. Yeah, right. Like Tim could ever get a date. Her smile seems to dim at the mention of his name. That weird. I could have sworn that she was actually crushing on him before, even if she wouldn't admit it. Maybe I'm just misreading the signals. I decide to leave it alone. "Of course Jake."
"No way," she questions with slightly less enthusiasm than before. Something must definitely be up if she's lost her love for gossip. Well, maybe with everything that's happened she's just not into that kind of stuff anymore. I nod my head.
"Guess what else." I'm assuming that she can figure this one out on her own. I mean, you say Jake, Jenny isn't too far from your mind. She thinks about it for a moment. Her eyes widen in realization.
"You have got to be kidding me."
"Nope," I tell her, happy to see that she's getting back in the mood. "Apparently Jake's been visiting them every week so she can visit with Jenny." She takes this new information and lets it sink in. "He's the one that told Luke about what happened."
"I was wondering about that," Brooke mumbled. She shakes her head, trying to clear her thoughts before leaning back in her seat. "Considering you're lying in a hospital, you get a lot of gossip. Anything else I should know about?"
"Um." There is that thing that Karen told me about. About how she found Brooke crying on the floor of my bedroom. I did promise her that I'd find out what that was about. She sees the worried expression on my face. She seems to straighten up a bit.
"What?"
"It's just something Karen told me." I'm not sure if I should be asking her this. It might have something to do with Luke and if it does, she's not going to want to talk about it.
"What is it, Hales?" I know that she's not going to let it be until I tell her. That's one thing I learned about Brooke; if she knows you're hiding something, she has to know what it is. She won't stop until she does.
"Karen said that she found you crying on my bedroom floor." Her face falls. I can tell that she regrets pushing me to tell her. "She was worried about you and I promised her I'd find out what was wrong."
"It was nothing," she tells me. Not very convincing, Brookie. She was never good at hiding her feelings. She's the kind of girl that wears her heart on her sleeve. Hey, like Cher. From Clueless not Sonny and... but you got that. She tries to pull her hand away, but I hold onto it tightly.
"You know you can't lie," I remind her. She mumbles something that I can't hear, but I'm assuming she cursing herself. "Was it Luke?"
"No," she tells me immediately. She looks up into my eyes and I think she knows that I'll be able to tell if she lies. She sighs and slumps her shoulders in defeat.
"Come on, Brookie," I urge her. "You know you can tell me anything."
"Fine," she sighs. "After I hung up with Lucas your machine played an old message." My stomach tightens. Why so I have a feeling this has to do with me? Well, I t was my message, dumbass. Okay, why am I yelling to myself? And talking to myself?
"A message?"
"It was from Nathan," she finishes. Of course it was. Who else could make someone cry? "He was screaming at you and calling you all the horrible names." She's starting to cry again. "He threatened to hit you, I just lost it." I tug on her hand and she rises into my arms.
"I'm sorry you had to hear that."
"I'm so sorry I didn't notice, Hales," she sobs. I shake my head and kiss her hair in a sign of forgiveness. I hug her tighter and I start to cry. I'm not crying for myself and the pain I'm in, I can't do that. I'm crying for her.
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Haley's POV
I was so scared. Back at that party when Nathan took me to that room. I knew it was coming. Well, I didn't know what exactly, but I knew that something bad was going to happen. I could feel it. There was like this sick feeling in the pit of my stomach and a piercing in my head. I begged and pleaded with Brooke not to make me go to that party, there couldn't be anything good there. Nathan had been acting really weird over the last few weeks, ever since Deb kicked Dan out. He was really distance and closed off. Every time I even tried to talk to him, he would flip out and attack me. It had never been this bad though. I think the worst he ever did to me was give me a few bruises. Sometimes they were pretty big and I had to cover them up by wearing baggy clothes or extra makeup. Judging by the way that everyone has reacted to this, I was doing a really good job hiding that something was wrong. Which, I regret now. I look at all the people around me, people that I love and that love me, and I see all the pain in their eyes. I hate myself for knowing that I could have prevented it. I didn't know it at the time, but hiding what Nathan was doing to me didn't just hurt me, it hurt everyone around me. I can't feel sorry for me, I'm just not that kind of person, but I do feel sorry for the people that love me. After all that has happened, hurting Brooke, Peyton and Karen are the things that hurt me the most.
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"I'll stay right here," Brooke promises me, with a smile. I feel stupid for thinking that she didn't want to be here. I should have given Brooke more credit than that. She's such an amazing friend; I should have known that she wouldn't mind staying here. That's just the great person she is.
"Thanks," I tell her, lying back on my bed. She still has a hold of my hand, but I don't protest any. It makes me feel like I'm really there, you know? I feel like it someone links me to the world. "So, anything exciting happen since the last time I saw you?"
"I talked to Luke," Brooke answers as if it were nothing. She look over at her to see if she's upset, but she doesn't look it. She looks like she is honestly okay with it. I stare at the creature the aliens left in the form of my best friend. She catches me staring at her. "What?"
"What happened?"
"I don't know," she shrugs. She looks like she's trying to figure it all out herself.
"Okay," I sigh. I want to know what was said between the two. Wait. How did they even end up talking? "Why were you talking to Luke in the first place? Was he still in town?" I don't think he is. He said he really had to go to work. Plus, I specifically told him not to contact with her or Peyton.
"He called when I was at your house," she tells me. Okay, so that makes more sense. No need to go and kick Luke's ass anymore. Which is good since I have no idea where he's living.
"Why were you picking up my phone?" I asked her. "Don't you remember the last time you did that?" I was sick one day at school and signed out so I could go home. Brooke decided to skip school so she could take care of me. Brooke answered my phone and it ended up being out Principal. Boy, did she end up getting in a lot of trouble.
"I didn't," Brooke corrected me, with a shake of her head. She must be thinking about the last time too. "Believe me, I learned that lesson. You only make that mistake once." I nod and laugh at the memory of her face when she picked up that phone. "No, I let the machine get it."
"You knew it was him and you picked it up?" An accident I can see, but she talked to him voluntarily? All I've heard over the last month is how much she wanted to kill both of the 'blonde bitches'. She shrugs her shoulders, indicated that she didn't know the reasons behind her actions.
"I don't know what came over me," she admitted. "He was calling to say something about your cell number not working. I picked it up to tell him the Nathan smashed it."
"Did you two talk?"
"Not for much," she explains. A smile comes to her face. "We both apologized to each other for everything that went wrong in our relationship." I raise an eyebrow to show her that I find all of this very hard to believe.
"What about the other 'blonde bitch'?" She lets out a little laugh at the name. Surprised that I remembered it, probably.
"Like I said," she begins. Damn, she's not going to tell me what they said. I should have known she would keep the juicy details from me. That's just the evil person that she is. "Everything is totally cool between us now. Apart from the fact that he's still with that Nikki bitch."
"I think we're all upset about that one," I tell her. Then I remembered what Luke told me about her. I wonder if Brooke knows who she is or who else she had a relationship with. "Speaking of which, guess what I found out about everyone's favourite home wreaker?"
"Oh, what?" she asks. Her faces lights up at the mention of gossip. She leans forward in her seat as if someone else might overhear us.
"She used to go out with Tree Hill's resident teenage father."
"Jake?"
"No, Tim," I answer sarcastically. Yeah, right. Like Tim could ever get a date. Her smile seems to dim at the mention of his name. That weird. I could have sworn that she was actually crushing on him before, even if she wouldn't admit it. Maybe I'm just misreading the signals. I decide to leave it alone. "Of course Jake."
"No way," she questions with slightly less enthusiasm than before. Something must definitely be up if she's lost her love for gossip. Well, maybe with everything that's happened she's just not into that kind of stuff anymore. I nod my head.
"Guess what else." I'm assuming that she can figure this one out on her own. I mean, you say Jake, Jenny isn't too far from your mind. She thinks about it for a moment. Her eyes widen in realization.
"You have got to be kidding me."
"Nope," I tell her, happy to see that she's getting back in the mood. "Apparently Jake's been visiting them every week so she can visit with Jenny." She takes this new information and lets it sink in. "He's the one that told Luke about what happened."
"I was wondering about that," Brooke mumbled. She shakes her head, trying to clear her thoughts before leaning back in her seat. "Considering you're lying in a hospital, you get a lot of gossip. Anything else I should know about?"
"Um." There is that thing that Karen told me about. About how she found Brooke crying on the floor of my bedroom. I did promise her that I'd find out what that was about. She sees the worried expression on my face. She seems to straighten up a bit.
"What?"
"It's just something Karen told me." I'm not sure if I should be asking her this. It might have something to do with Luke and if it does, she's not going to want to talk about it.
"What is it, Hales?" I know that she's not going to let it be until I tell her. That's one thing I learned about Brooke; if she knows you're hiding something, she has to know what it is. She won't stop until she does.
"Karen said that she found you crying on my bedroom floor." Her face falls. I can tell that she regrets pushing me to tell her. "She was worried about you and I promised her I'd find out what was wrong."
"It was nothing," she tells me. Not very convincing, Brookie. She was never good at hiding her feelings. She's the kind of girl that wears her heart on her sleeve. Hey, like Cher. From Clueless not Sonny and... but you got that. She tries to pull her hand away, but I hold onto it tightly.
"You know you can't lie," I remind her. She mumbles something that I can't hear, but I'm assuming she cursing herself. "Was it Luke?"
"No," she tells me immediately. She looks up into my eyes and I think she knows that I'll be able to tell if she lies. She sighs and slumps her shoulders in defeat.
"Come on, Brookie," I urge her. "You know you can tell me anything."
"Fine," she sighs. "After I hung up with Lucas your machine played an old message." My stomach tightens. Why so I have a feeling this has to do with me? Well, I t was my message, dumbass. Okay, why am I yelling to myself? And talking to myself?
"A message?"
"It was from Nathan," she finishes. Of course it was. Who else could make someone cry? "He was screaming at you and calling you all the horrible names." She's starting to cry again. "He threatened to hit you, I just lost it." I tug on her hand and she rises into my arms.
"I'm sorry you had to hear that."
"I'm so sorry I didn't notice, Hales," she sobs. I shake my head and kiss her hair in a sign of forgiveness. I hug her tighter and I start to cry. I'm not crying for myself and the pain I'm in, I can't do that. I'm crying for her.
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