Author's Note: Hey, guys. I'm sorry that it's been forever since I last updated this, but I've been crazy busy with school and my other stories. It seems that out of all my OTH stories, this one is the least liked, so I tend to update this one less now a days. Anyway, I'm here now. This chapter probably won't be much good, since it's been so long since I last updated, but I'll try my best. It'll be hard to get back into Brooke's head after writing in third person for so long, but I'll give it a go. Enjoy.

Oh, and I've decided to do three more chapters to this story, one more from each girl's POV.

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Brooke's POV

I'm so glad that this is all over with. I mean, yeah I know that it's going to Haley next to forever to get over this whole thing, if she ever can that is, but now that she can finally get out of this hospital, I think things will get better for her. Peyton and me can get her all settled in and we can have a big weeklong slumber party. We've talked Haley into taking it easy for a while, but I'm not too sure how long that will last. I think it took us about two hours to get her to finally agree that she should take a whole week off from school. That is not a conversation I want to have again. Note to self: Tutor Girl is not a fan of playing hooky. Though, if getting raped by your boyfriend isn't a good enough reason to miss school then I don't know what is. It's really weird, and I know that Peyton's been thinking about it too, but it's going to be kinda weird for all of us to be together now. For the past month, it's either been Haley and me hanging out or Haley and Peyton hanging out. It's never been Haley, Peyton and Brooke hanging out. Well, if you count that nightmare of a ride home from the Pickerington game, though my memory is a bit fuzzy on that topic. It's shouldn't be that strange or anything, I mean we are all best friends, right? We can all be together in a room without killing each other. Besides, I think that after these past two days, the three of us can get through anything.

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"Tigger, would you please stop fusing over me?" Haley begged, trying her best to push my arm away from her. I wasn't having any of that though, Haley may think that she's all healthy now, but I know better than that. I'll be quite a while until she's up and running around.

"Calm down, Hales," I warned her, avoiding her flying arms and wrapping my arm firmly around her waist again. "You know that I'm just trying to help you out here. Give a best friend a break will ya?"

"But I can walk myself," she tries to tell me as we make our way over to the wheelchair that's waiting for her. I shake my head, holding up my finger to tell her that I'm not going to argue about this. She knows that she needs my help and I know that she's thankful for it, but there's just something in her that hates asking for help. I don't know what it is, but ever since we've been friends, that's the way it's been.

"You've been there for me whenever I needed you," I pointed out, taking a hold of her hand so she won't fall when she got into the chair. "Would you please just let me be here for you now?" She roles her eyes and tries to get comfortable in the leather seat of the wheelchair.

"So, it's like a favor to you?" God, this girl has some issues. I think it's because she's not used to needing help. Usually, she's the best at everything so she's never needed it before. Well, she needs it now, and I'm going to give it to her. I guess it'll be best to amuse her for now.

"Yeah, it's a favor to me," I tell her, knowing that will probably be the only way I'll be able to hear the end of this. "Please, it would really mean a lot to me if you'd let me help you." She nods and smiles up at me.

"Okay, I'll let you help me." I can tell by the smile on her face and the look in her eyes that she's really thankful that I'm helping her. I smile and nod back at her before moving back towards the bed to get the rest of her stuff. Before I can step away from her, she grabs my hand and pulls me down into a fierce hug. "Thank you."

"Anything for my Hales," I tell her, kissing her softly on the hair. We stay in each other's arms for a few moments longer before breaking apart from her, giving her another watery smile and moving over to the bed. I can feel her eyes following me and burning a hole through my back. I know what she's going to say and I really don't want to have this conversation.

"Brooke," she finally speaks up, her voice proving me right. She's going to ask me about what happened with Nathan and I just can't deal with that. In fact, if I never had to talk about it again, that would be great. Just thinking about it makes me want to cry. The things he said to me, the cold tone in his voice, it still sends a chill down my spine.

"Did Pey already get most of your stuff?" I ask, trying to change the subject. I reach over the bed and grab my purse from the nightstand and turn back around. She staring right at me and there is no way out. When Haley wants to talk about something, she's going to talk whether I want to or not.

"Brooke," she says again. This time her voice leaves nothing to the imagination. We are defiantly having this conversation. "What happened with Nathan? You still haven't told me anything."

"It was…

"You bitches ready yet?" I don't think I've ever been more thankful to see the skinny blonde in my entire life. I can see Haley's shoulders slump and I feel bad that I can't talk to her. I know that she's dying to know what happened, but I don't think I can bring myself to say the horrible things he told me to her. Peyton can tell that she interrupted something, but she isn't sure what. "What's going on?"

"Nothing," I answer before Haley has a chance to ask for a couple more minutes of privacy. Haley glares at me, telling me that we are going to continue with this conversation the first chance we get. As much as I hate the idea, I know that I need to tell her. She'll never be able to heal if she doesn't hear this. As much as the truth will hurt, not knowing would only cause more damage. "We were just getting ready to come down."

"Okay," she says uneasily. She looked at Haley to confirm my answer. Haley rolled her eyes, but nodded nonetheless. She was not happy about this and as much as I hated making her unhappy, there wasn't much I was willing to do about it. Peyton's eyes traveled between us for another moment. "Well, Karen's downstairs signing you out."

"Then I guess we better motor," Haley answered, bringing some more happiness into her voice. I wasn't sure if she was faking it because Peyton was catching onto her frustration at being interrupted or if she was genuinely just happy to finally be out of this hellhole. Either way, I was just happy to see her happy again. "Wouldn't want to stay in here any longer than I have to."

"I second that," I agreeing. I understand that this has been the worst on her, but I hope she knows that it has been a horrible experience for the two of us as well. Peyton nods, indicating that she agrees with me. I see her starting to move closer to Haley so I step forward. "I got it."

"You sure."

"I'm the wheelman." She shrugs and goes over to the door and holding it open. I hope that Haley is okay with me pushing her since I pretty much bailed on the Nathan conversation for the time being. She doesn't seem to upset anymore since she's smiling at me and motioning for me to hand her my purse. "Don't steal anything."

"As if you have anything of value," she teases me back. She knows how rich I am so she knows there's some expensive crap in there as well. I eye her. "Okay, well nothing that can't be replaced."

"You know it," I tell her. "You two sexy mamas are the only two irreplaceable things that I have." She giggles and laughs, taking my purse and putting it on her lap. Peyton rolls her eyes, neither impressed nor amused at my comment. I send her a winning smile and begin to push Haley's chair out the door. Once we're in the hallway, Peyton closes the door and I pray that none of us ever have to see the inside of another one of those room again.

"Remind me why I have to be in this chair again." Here we go again. She hasn't stopped complaining about the stupid thing since I told her about it.

"Hospital policy," Peyton and I drone out at the same time. It was obvious to Haley that we were tired of hearing her complain about it.

"I hate hospital policy," she mumbles. Her and I both. After this weekend, I don't think there is one place in the entire world that I hate more than I hate it here. "I hate being in these damn things. It makes me feel incompetent."

"You're not, and you know that." If there is anything that Haley isn't, it's that. I've never met someone that could do more than her. Even in her current state, I bet she could walk out of here if she tried hard enough. I can see that she's about to complain again and I jerk the chair a little to stop her.

"Okay, I'll shut up," she decides, smiling up at me innocently. By the time we get off the elevator and into the lobby we are already talking about something else entirely. Peyton was dishing about her little chat with Jake last night after he dropped me off at the hospital.

When we came up to the room, I was surprised to find Peyton and Haley snuggled up on the bed and Papa Sawyer chatting away with them. Seeing that genuine smile on Haley's face when she was lying there with Peyton kind of made some of the pain and anguish in my stomach disappear.

Just last month, the things that would make me the most happy would be making out with my boyfriend, getting drunk at some party at a random basketball player's house and spending all my parents cash. Now, thirty days later, just seeing a smile on Haley's face is enough to make me the happiest person in the world.

"There you girls are," Karen calls, spotting us from the nurses' station at the front of the hospital. She motions for us to come over as she signs the last of the papers that will free Haley from this place.

"Here we are." We make our way over to Karen just as she finishes up. She smiles at the nurse and gives her back the pen. The first thing she does is kneel down and bury Haley in a bone-crushing hug. Peyton and I kind of move away to give them their moment. We watch them in silence from a few feet away.

"I love you so much, baby," Karen tells her, pulling away and brushing some of the hair out of Haley's face and behind her ears. Haley gives her a watery smile, but doesn't say anything. Haley has always been the most emotional when it comes to Karen. As much as she loves us, and I know she does, there is just something about that woman that makes Haley melt.

"I know," Haley says in that adorable voice of hers. She nods and tries to hold back the tears, wiping some of them off her face. "I just want to go home."

"You got it." Karen reaches up and kisses Haley on the forehead before standing up straight. I swear to God, that I've never seen a mother love a child that much. Even when Luke was in the hospital, Karen never seems to be this upset.

"So," I say, breaking the silence that had fallen over us. "It's off to Casa de Davis then?" The group laughs and we head out to Karen's car. Karen and Peyton climb into the front and after I help Haley out of the wheelchair and into the car, I drop the chair back inside and slide in beside Haley in the backseat.

"There isn't some surprise party going on at your house, is there?" Haley asks once we're on the road. Man, she watches too much television. I have to admit, the thought had crossed my mind, but we knew that Haley wouldn't be up to seeing everyone just yet.

"Don't flatter yourself, missy." We spend the rest of the ride singing along to the radio and I realize what an amazing voice Haley has. I don't know why I've never heard her sing before, but I'll have to remember to ask her about it later. She's probably just too self-conscience to sing in front of other people, that is definitely something Haley would do. For someone as beautiful, smart and talented as she is, she certainly doesn't have much confidence. I guess she can thank Nathan for that.

"Alrighty," Karen announces, pulling into my driveway. "We're here." We pile out of the car and Peyton and Karen help Haley get inside while I open the door. Getting up the stairs proves to be a little difficult, but we manage to get her up and over to the bed without falling over.

"I'll set up the air mattress for you later," I tell Peyton and she nods. I think she's thinking that same thing as me, about how weird it will be for her to be sleeping here again, but I think everything will go back to normal, or as normal as it can be, in no time. I mean, Peyton and me have been best friends for years and it feels that way with Haley; we can share a room for a week. "I know you're used to sleeping in the bed, but I already got a bed buddy for tonight. Maybe we can switch tomorrow. I'll take the floor and you can take the bed."

"I can take the floor," Haley offers. I seriously have to do something with that girl. She needs to get over her generosity issues. Sometimes it's okay to be selfish. In fact, I don't think that there has ever been a better reason to be selfish then right now.

"No, you can't," Peyton and I say at the same time. Haley rolls her eyes at us. I think her eyes are going to roll out of her head if she keeps doing that. I don't think I've ever seen someone roll their eyes as much as she has so far today.

"Well, I think I'm gonna go make some food for you three," Karen announces, moving towards the door. I know that she doesn't plan on staying the night or anything, but she wants to stay with Haley for as long as she can. Peyton, remembering the conversation she interrupted at the hospital earlier, decides to open her big mouth.

"I'll come help," she decides before Karen leaves the room.

"You can't cook," I point out. She knows that I don't want to have this conversation, but I don't think she cares that much.

"It's never to late to learn, right?" Without another word, she and Karen are half way down the hall, leaving Haley and me alone. I can already feel Haley's eyes on me and I'm just waiting for her to ask again. I sigh and turn around.

"I hate that bitch," I mumble, shuffling my feet over towards the chair and plopping down in it. Haley shifts in her position so she sitting up straight and staring at me. Wow, how come I never noticed how scary she could be? For such a cute little person, she can glare with the best of them.

"I know you do," she tells me, a blank look on her face. She must know that it's not something good if I'm avoiding it this much. We sit in silence for a moment and I wait for her to ask the million-dollar question.

"Haley…"

"Why did he do it?" Because he's a fucking asshole.

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That's all for now. I'm sorry if you don't like it, but I wasn't sure where I wanted to take this chapter. The next chapter will be in Haley's POV and the last will be in Peyton's. I know that probably weird, that it's about Haley's pain and it's going to end in Peyton's POV, but I figured that since the Prologue was in her's, I should end it that way.

Please tell me what you think.