Okay, here it is. I'm not liking it very much but I got so frustrated with it and left some things without an explanation. But I hope you like it..
"Do you really have to go to this cheerleading thing?" Haley asked, sitting down on Brooke's bed and watching Brooke throw things into her blue duffel bag.
Brooke looked back up at her and sighed. "Yes, Haley. I don't want to, and believe me when I say I'd rather stick a fork in my eye, but I can't miss this thing. I've already missed a lot of other things when you know what happened."
"I know, but I'm not really feeling very good," Haley coughed which made Brooke roll her eyes.
"Don't even try the fake cough on me, I invented that thing," Brooke laughed, sitting down on the bed next to Haley. Haley looked at her in disbelief and coughed again.
"Brooke I'm serious. I'm not that lame to use that fake cough of yours." Haley replied, lying down on the bed. Brooke made a face and shook her head.
"You do look a little pale," she said, putting her hand to Haley's forehead. Her eyes widened when she felt how hot Haley was. "Oh my god, you weren't kidding. Come here," Brooke pulled Haley up by the hand and dragged her down the stairs and into the kitchen. Taylor raised her eyebrows when Brooke ran in the room with Haley struggling to keep up. "Sit here," Brooke commanded, patting the counter with her hand. Haley jumped up and watched Brooke rummage through the cabinets.
"What the hell are you looking for?" Taylor asked, getting up from her seat and walking over to Brooke and Haley. Brooke ignored her and grunted when she couldn't find what she was looking for. "Brooke!" Taylor yelled, snapping her fingers in Brooke's face, "what are you looking for?" Haley watched in amusement as the two of them bickered back and forth.
"The thermometer," Brooke stated quickly, standing on her tiptoes to get a better look into the cabinets. Taylor looked confused and looked at Haley.
"Why, what's wrong?" Taylor asked, knocking Brooke out of the way with her hip and opened the drawer, pulling out the thermometer in a second.
"Feel Haley's head," Brooke commanded, snatching the thermometer out of Taylor's hand and practically shoving it into Haley's mouth.
Taylor frowned and placed the back of her hand over Haley's head just to make sure. "You are really warm, Hay."
"I'm fine," Haley protested, taking the instrument out of her mouth making Brooke's eyes widen. Haley nearly choked when Brooke shoved it back in her mouth.
"You are not fine," Brooke practically yelled, making Taylor jump. "Just leave that in there and if your temperature is fine, then you're free to go."
"But-"
"No buts!" Brooke said in a stern voice, tapping her foot anxiously. Haley sighed and sat there with a sullen look on her face. Taylor scratched her head in anticipation as the thing beeped. Before she could grab it, Brooke yanked it out of Haley's mouth and quickly glanced at it, her mouth falling open in surprise.
"101," she said, putting her hand on her forehead and looking back up at Haley. "Oh my god, she's going to die!" Haley's eyes widened and Taylor rolled her eyes, taking the thermometer out of Brooke's hands.
"Brooke," Taylor groaned, "she's not going to die. It's just a little fever, you'll be fine, Hay. Why don't you go lay down and I'll make you something to eat." Haley nodded and got off the counter with a little help from Taylor. Once she was out of the room, Taylor turned to Brooke and started laughing. "She's going to die!" She mimicked Brooke's voice, wincing as soon after Brooke struck her in the arm.
"It's not funny," Brooke pouted, crossing her arms. "I am just being overly cautious, we want to nip this cold in the butt while we can."
"Bud," Taylor corrected making Brooke roll her eyes.
"Whatever. So what are we suppose to do? Aren't we supposed to give her some like medicine to help the fever go down? Do you think she has a stomachache? Would her throat be sore? Her ears won't get infected, will they?"
Taylor blinked and looked at her sister in disbelief. "What the hell are you on? Brooke, it's just a little fever, nothing serious. All you do is give her some cold medicine and make sure she drinks plenty of fluids and gets a lot of rest."
"When did you become a Doctor?" Brooke asked in a serious voice, watching Taylor take out the medicine from the cabinets.
"It's not rocket science!" Taylor half-yelled, getting frustrated by Brooke's ignorance. "Look, just go to your stupid cheerleading clinic and I'll stay home with her." Brooke shook her head and followed Taylor into the living room.
"Oh no, I'm not leaving her here like this. Screw cheerleading." Taylor let out a heavy sigh and sat down on the coffee table in front of Haley. Haley groaned when she couldn't see the TV anymore.
"Brooke." Taylor said in frustration, "it'll be fine. Haley, you'll be fine if I stay here with you and Brooke goes and hangs out with brainless cheerleaders, right?" Haley shrugged and sat up a little bit, looking at Brooke, who was shaking her head letting her know to say no.
"I guess," Haley mumbled, making Brooke throws her hands up in the air. "What?"
"What!" Brooke cried in disbelief, "you're supposed to say no! You're supposed to say you need your Brookie here to take care of you."
"See Brooke, she'll be okay. Now go," Taylor said as the car horn outside beeped, signaling Peyton was outside waiting.
"I don't want to," Brooke said, crossing her arms and sitting on the edge of the couch, running her hands through Haley's hair. "I'm staying." The horn beeped again which meant Peyton was getting frustrated.
"I'll be fine," Haley said, leaning her head back to look at Brooke. "Just go and have fun with the fake blondes who have no brains." Brooke frowned and looked at Taylor, who nodded and then looked at Haley who gestured for her to go out the door.
"Fine." Brooke whined, getting up from the couch and running upstairs to get her bag. When she came down she walked back over to Haley and Taylor and gently gave Haley a small hug before heading to the door. "You know I'm going to call like every hour right?"
"Brooke, just go," Taylor groaned, pushing Brooke towards the door.
"I just hate leaving her like this," Brooke said with a sad look on her face, twirling around so she could get out of Taylor's grip. This time the horn beeped more than once and Brooke let out a frustrated sigh. "Tell that blonde bitch if she beeps that thing one more time it's going up her ass."
"Brooke you can just go, I'll be fine. I'm not even that sick," Haley said, trying to reason with her insanely overprotective sister.
"I know," Brooke retorted, kneeling in front of Haley. "Call me if you need anything, okay? Tissues, a blanket, anything. I don't care if I have to walk home, I'll get it for you."
"Okay," Haley said, biting her lip to try and stop herself from laughing. Brooke was overreacting about this whole thing and she found it somewhat funny. Just as Brooke bent down to give Haley one last hug, the horn screeched outside and Taylor jumped in shock.
"Will you go before your friend gives me a heart attack!" Taylor said while catching her breath. Brooke reluctantly sighed and picked up her duffel back and headed to the door.
"Let me just make sure she really has a fever-"Brooke started to walk back towards Haley but Taylor grabbed her arm, opened the door and practically shoved her down the walk away and into Peyton's car. "Taylor!"
"Finally!" Peyton groaned, turning her car back on. Brooke looked at Taylor with wide eyes, still trying to process what had just happened. "Will you get your ass in the car so we can go?" Brooke mumbled something getting into the car while looking at her sister. Taylor rolled her eyes and watched as the two teenagers drove down the street before driving out of her site.
"Psycho sister is gone," Taylor announced, shutting the front door behind her. Haley laughed a little and rolled over so she can see the TV. "I swear she's just like a mother sending her child off to kindergarten."
Haley shuddered at the thought of what Brooke was going to be like when the two went off to college. She wasn't sure if she was even going to go to College and if she did go, Brooke would probably want to go there too. "She means well."
"Oh, I know," Taylor nodded, sitting down on the middle off the couch. Haley's legs were right up against her back now but neither of them seemed to mind. "So, are you hungry?"
"I don't know," Haley shrugged, trying to think of something good to eat. "What are you willing to make?"
"Whatever you want," Taylor said nervously, hoping Haley wouldn't go too crazy and ask for a huge breakfast. She saw Haley thinking contently over it and got to her feet. "You know what, I'll surprise you."
Before Haley could respond, Taylor jumped to her feet and rushed into the kitchen leaving Haley dumbfounded. She let out a small sigh suddenly wishing she had Brooke stay. Taylor was just as good, but nothing beat having Brooke around, she could always think of things to do.
After 15 minutes of drifting in and out of sleep, Haley's eyes fluttered open to the aroma of pancakes under her nose. "Mmm." She moaned, rubbing her eyes and positioning herself so she was now sitting up.
"I made your favorite," Taylor said, handing the plate to Haley. "Chocolate chip. That is your favorite right?" When Haley didn't say anything, the smile on Taylor's face turned into a frown. "Crap, it's Brooke who likes chocolate chip right?"
"I like blueberries," Haley turned away from Taylor's semi-shocked face.
"Oh. That's fine, I can just make more," Taylor said, grabbing the plate out of Haley's hands. Haley grabbed it back with a giggle and she became confused.
"I'm just kidding, I'm the one who likes chocolate chips," Haley said, taking a bite of the pancakes and nodding her head in approval. "Good job, Tay."
"Thanks Hales. Now, after you're done you have to take two spoonfuls of this crap here, okay?" Taylor held picked up the medicine bottle that was on the coffee table and waved it around in Haley's face.
Haley immediately frowned and made a disgusted face. "What kind is it?"
Taylor shook her head and looked at her oddly. "Does it really matter?"
"Yes it does," Haley said, placing the pancakes down on the floor next to her. "If it's grape than I can't have it."
"Um, why?" Taylor asked in confusion, studying the bottle that was lying in her hand. "It's grape."
"I hate grape!" Haley whined, flopping back down on the couch. Taylor rolled her eyes and twisted the cap open, much to Haley's dislike.
"Too bad," Taylor mimicked, carefully pouring the medicine onto the spoon. "Open your mouth." She tried to ignore the horrible smell the bottle produced by turning her head to the side.
"If Brooke was here she would run to the store and get me cherry or something." Haley said, crossing her arms and turning her head away. "I refuse to take grape medicine."
"Tell it to someone who cares," Taylor bit back, bringing the spoon closer to Haley's mouth. "Don't make me shove this in your face."
"Fine," Haley grumbled, reluctantly taking the goop that sat on the spoon. After reluctantly swallowing it, she began to cough violently. Taylor rolled her eyes and poured some more onto the spoon.
"Stop being such a baby," she said, shaking her head. "Now just one more, is it going to kill you?"
"After what just happened, I think it just might." Haley replied in a serious tone. "I think one is fine-" Before she knew it, Taylor had shoved the spoon in to her mouth, this time making her choke for real.
"I'm sorry," Taylor apologized with a smirk on her face. "It's over with now. At least for another 4 hours or so."
Haley's eyes widened and she shook her head furiously. "Oh no, there is no way I am taking more of that crap. I'd rather suffer for the rest of the weekend then take that nasty stuff." Taylor rolled her eyes and picked up the plate of pancakes off the floor and took a few bites.
"So, what do you want to do? Besides sit here and complain all day?" Taylor asked, sighing when Haley shrugged her shoulders. She placed the plate down on the table and looked back at Haley. "Fine then, we can sit here and talk all day. Tell me what's going on in your life?"
Haley raised her eyebrow at her sister and shrugged again. "Nothing," she whispered, looking down at her hands that were rested on her stomach. "Can I ask you something?" Taylor nodded her head and gestured for her to go on. "Does she look like you?"
"What?" Taylor asked in confusion. She wasn't sure if Haley said what she thought she said and wanted to make sure she didn't say something she'd regret later on. "Does who look like me, Hay?"
"Your daughter," Haley whispered again, looking up at Taylor. "My niece." She was hesitant to say niece but somehow managed to push past her doubt. Taylor looked at her with a surprised look and tried to swallow past the lump forming in her throat.
"No," she whispered after a few minutes. "She looks like," Taylor trailed off, leaving Haley to fill in the blanks.
"Nathan?" Haley finished timidly, shuddering at the mention of his name. Taylor shook her head sadly and placed a comforting hand on Haley's knee. "Are you ever going to tell him?"
Taylor shook her head again and sighed. "No I'm not. He has every right to know about her, but she's not even in my life so why should she be in his?"
"That's true," Haley said, wondering if she should change the subject or continue talking about. "So, when's the last time you saw her?"
And with those words, Taylor froze in her seat. "Haley," she warned, signaling she didn't want to talk about it anymore.
"I'm sorry," Haley said quietly, looking back down at her hands. Taylor sighed and ran her fingers through her hair.
"No, don't be sorry. It's not your fault, it's my own." Taylor said, trying to stop the tears forming in her eyes. Haley saw Taylor's eyes getting watery and became concerned.
"Taylor, what's wrong?" Haley asked, placing her hand on Taylor's lap. "Are you okay?"
"I'm fine," Taylor snapped quickly, wiping her eyes. Haley knew she was hiding something but she wasn't sure if it was her place to call her out on it. "Sorry. It's just hard."
"What's hard?" Haley whispered as Taylor got off the couch. She let out a small sigh and watched Taylor pace around the room, quickly wiping the tears away.
"There's something you don't know about Emily," Taylor mumbled, making Haley sit up in surprise. Taylor saw the look on her sister's face and let out a heavy sigh, sitting back down on the couch. "It's hard, okay? I've never told anyone before and I'm not sure how to say it exactly."
"Okay," Haley said nervously while waiting for Taylor to continue. "Is it bad? You're starting to scare me."
Taylor shook her head and looked down at her feet before looking back at Haley. "Two years ago when Emily was 2, she was in the car with the couple that adopted her. It was a really rainy night and people were advised to stay off the roads."
"Oh no," Haley gasped, throwing her hands over her mouth. "Tay, she didn't, did she?" Taylor's attempt to choke back her sob failed miserably and covered her face with her hands.
"She didn't make it, no one did. The car was totaled and it's all my fault." Taylor sobbed, making Haley freeze from across her. Haley had rarely seen Taylor cry and she really had no clue what to do.
"It's not your fault," Haley whispered softly, gently reaching over to hug Taylor. "Why would you say something like that? You had nothing to do with their accident."
"I know," Taylor sniffled, wiping her eyes with the back of her sleeve. She looked at Haley and patted her on the knee. "I just kept thinking if I hadn't given her away she'd still be here."
"Yeah but you had no choice, Taylor," Haley told her, "we all know nobody messes with Dan Scott. If you're going to blame someone, then blame him. He's the one that made you give her up."
"And I should blame him. But I can't. I can only blame myself, even though I know I had nothing to do with it. It's all very complicated, Haley." Taylor whispered, looking up at the ceiling. Haley bit her lip and glanced around the room while listening to the silence.
"I'm sorry."
Taylor fixed her gaze at her sister and gave her a weird look. "Sorry for what, Hay?"
Haley shrugged and twiddled her thumbs before turning away. "Sorry for not being able to," Haley let out a sigh before she went on. "I'm sorry for not being able to, to, help you." Taylor looked at her in confusion and motioned for her to go on. "I don't know what to do, or what to say. I usually don't help people, they usually help me." Haley whispered shamefully, staring down at her lap.
"Oh, Haley, you don't need to be sorry," Taylor said, giving Haley a hug. Haley sniffled and pulled back, wiping her eyes.
"See, this always happens. It always, always happens. It always turns around and I'm the one who needs to be comforted." Haley muttered, making Taylor sigh in frustration.
"It's okay, Haley. I'm fine," Taylor stuttered, trying her best not to crack again. Haley looked at her doubtfully and shook her head.
"No you're not. You're hurting and here I am trying to make this about me. I'm sorry," Haley said, getting off the couch and walking over to the armchair. Taylor exhaled loudly and got up after her.
"Haley listen to me," Haley looked up at Taylor and waited for her to go on. Taylor kneeled down in front of her and took Haley's hands in hers. "First, stop apologizing, okay? Secondly, I know I'm not fine, but I will be soon enough. Sometimes you just have to face your fears, no matter how frightening they are."
"Yeah," Haley whispered, becoming lost in Taylor's words. Facing her fear was what she had to do. Taylor gave her a small smile and stood up, wiping the creases away from her jeans.
"Now, how about I go and rent us a movie? Will you be okay alone for a half hour or so?" Taylor asked, hoping Haley wouldn't go back to the previous subject. She smiled when Haley nodded and bent down to give her a kiss on the top of her head. "Call me if you need anything. I'll be back soon."
Haley nodded and watched Taylor disappear out the door. She sighed heavily and stood up from the armchair, thinking about Nathan. He was her one fear and in order for her to face him, she was going to have to muster up all the courage she could manage.
"I can do this," she whispered to herself, waiting for Taylor's car to leave the driveway. Once out of sight, she took a deep breath and walked out the door, telling herself she could do this.
She couldn't imagine how incredibly stupid she looked walking down the street with penguin pajama pants on and a dark blue long sleeve shirt on. But she didn't care. The weird stares she was receiving from people were the last thing on her mind and when she finally reached her destination, she felt all the fear and pain come back to her. But she wasn't going to runaway, not this time at least.
Taking another deep breath, she carefully pulled the door open to the police station and slowly walked to the front desk. The woman, who she vaguely recognized from her previous trip smiled at the sight of her.
"Hi," Nancy greeted softly, remembering Haley from just over a month ago. "Can I help you?" Haley nodded shyly and looked up at her with wide eyes.
"Yes," she whispered, closing her eyes for a brief second before regaining her composure. "I was wondering if I could see Nathan Scott?" Nancy's smile dropped to a frown and she nodded her head hesitantly.
"Hold on, let me just call one of the guards and see if it's okay." Nancy waited patiently for one of the guards to pick up. When they did she looked at Haley and forced a smile. "Yes, hi. I have someone here who would like to see Nathan Scott, would that be alright?" Haley bit her lip and waited for the answer when Nancy hung up the phone. "Go right ahead down the hall and to your left, there will be a guard waiting for you."
"Thank you," Haley whispered, beginning to slowly walk down the hall, taking deep breaths with each step she took. Face your fear, she kept telling herself. Face your fear. She took a left at the end of the hall and tensed up when she saw the guard walking towards her. He tried to hide the surprised look on his face at the sight of the young girl in front of him.
"Follow me," He said, waving his hand for her to follow him down the hall. Haley ran to catch up with him and followed him to a room where it was split in half by a long table and glass separating the prisoner and the visitor. "If you want to take a seat right here, we'll bring him in."
"Okay," Haley stuttered, taking the seat in front of her. She watched the guard walk away and nervously awaited the arrival of Nathan. Nathan finally strolled in an orange jumpsuit while being escorted by two guards. He immediately smirked at the sight of Haley and picked up the phone, waiting for Haley to do the same.
"Well, well, well, look who we have here," He sneered into the phone, making Haley shudder. She shook her head to rid her thoughts and tried to swallow past the lump in her throat.
"Hi," She said quietly, trying her best not to avoid eye contact with Nathan.
"So, what brings you here, Little Brooke?" Nathan asked, leaning back in his chair, obviously amused by Haley's discomfort.
"I came to see you." Haley said, clearing her throat so she could speak up. "How are you doing?" Nathan shrugged and showed no discomfort of being in prison.
"Oh I'm doing fine," He said sarcastically, "It's great actually. I made a couple of friends and we share rape stories." Nathan laughed at the shocked look on Haley's face. "I'm just kidding, relax Little Brooke."
"My name is Haley."
"I know," Nathan snickered, "but I like calling you Little Brooke. Look, is there any point to this little visit because I have shit to do."
"I won't keep you then," Haley whispered, staring down at the table. She heard Nathan sigh and slowly looked back up.
"Will you stop fucking whispering? I don't have fucking sonic hearing or whatever."
"Sorry," Haley apologized, doing her best to stay calm. He couldn't hurt her, not with all the people around. "I just came here to see you."
"Well here I am." Nathan said, putting the phone down and gesturing to himself before picking the phone back up.
"I know." Haley said quietly, but quickly corrected herself and spoke up. "I know. You really hurt me you know."
"What?" Nathan asked harshly. She was whispering again and he was getting pissed off. "Will you fucking speak up!"
"I said you hurt me!" Haley yelled, startling the other visitors in the room. "You hurt me so much, Nathan. You have no idea what the hell you did to me."
Nathan rolled his eyes and wiggled his eyebrows at her. "Trust me, I know what you did. And if I could, I'd do it again." Haley's heart skipped a beat as she looked at the menacing grin appearing on his face.
"You're a horrible person you know that?" She spat, ignoring the laughter coming out of his obnoxious mouth. "I hope you rot in here forever."
"Aw, too bad forever is 4 years," Nathan said sarcastically, unphased by the pure thought of spending 4 years in jail. "Yeah 4 years. Apparently I had a 'past' warning and I violated it. And seeing as your brother wouldn't defend me in court, the lawyer my dad hired wasn't good enough. So this is going to be my home for the next 4 years or so. December 26th, 2009 is when I get out."
"Good," Haley said, wiping the smirk right off his face with her words, "you belong in here."
"Whatever," Nathan muttered, rolling his eyes. "So is that it? All you came here to do was to tell me I belong in jail?"
Haley was silent for a minute before finding the courage to tell him how she felt, to tell him what he did to her. "No." He looked up in somewhat shocked and let out a small sigh. "I came here to tell you how much you ruined my life."
"What?"
"You ruined my life, Nathan." Haley said, her eyes beginning to water. He started deep into her wet brown eyes and fell silent. "You ruined my sister's life, and you pretty much ruined everyone's life that cares about me."
"And how the hell did I do that?" Nathan asked in an angry tone. "How would I ruin Brooke's life? It's not like I tried to rape her. I mean, I already nailed that bitch in the 10th grade."
"Don't call her a bitch," Haley said harshly, giving Nathan a death glare. He rolled his eyes and mumbled an apology. "Because of you, she dropped everything to help me. She lost her boyfriend to some slut because she spent all her time with me. She gave up her life for me."
Nathan shrugged, finding nothing wrong with those reasons. "So? So what if she gave up her 'life' to be with you. Big fucking deal. You should be at least thanking me for that. Your sister hated your fucking guts, and trust me when I say this, she encouraged her friends to make your life a living hell. Fuck, even I tried to talk her out of that."
"You're lying," Haley yelled, slamming her hands on the table, "you are lying. Brooke would never tell them to make fun of me. She had more heart then that. Why do you insist tearing me down like this? What did I ever do to you?"
"You refused to have sex with me, simple as that." Nathan told her, shrugging his shoulders. "Do you know how many guys in school have tried to get with all three of you girls? Taylor was a little hard to get with, but once she came around she was never a disappointment. Brooke, well give that girl a beer and she'll be all over you in a heartbeat. But you, you were different. I was a freshman when I slept with Taylor and I became a fucking legend. I was the first freshman to nail Taylor James. Brooke, well Brooke was drunk so had no problem with that. And then you, you just refused."
"You're a real piece of work you know that?"
"I know," Nathan smirked at Haley's comment. "Anyways, back to my story. You refused and that fucking pissed me off. So I figured instead of chasing you, I'd just force you to do it."
"Why?" Haley asked, trying to stop the tears from spilling over. She was trying her best not to breakdown and cry right in front of him. She couldn't let him win. Nathan shrugged and tilted his head back, trying to avoid her face. "Why, Nathan?"
Nathan brought his head back and looked deep into her eyes. "Because I could." Haley stared at him in confusion and he bit his lip before he went on. "You're powerless compared to me, Little Brooke. I guess with everything that has been going on with my parents, emancipating myself from them, I felt like I lost control. And I figured if I did something like this, it would make me feel powerful."
"Did it?" Haley whispered, staring down at the table.
"What?"
"I said did it!" Haley yelled, slamming her fist on the table. "Did it make you feel powerful to throw yourself on top of me and force me to have sex with you?" Nathan hung his head down in shame and Haley started to breathe heavily. "Well did it, Nathan? Did it make you feel in control again?"
"Haley," Nathan started to say but Haley cut him off by slamming her palm into the glass barrier that separated them. Many other people stopped their conversations to watch Haley's outburst towards the man on the other side of her.
"Don't you dare try and defend yourself here, Nathan. God, you're such, such.."
"Such a what?" Nathan asked with a smirk on his face. Haley tapped her foot nervously, trying to regain her composure to finish her sentence. "Come on, what am I? A jerk? Asshole?"
Haley locked eyes with him and slowly shook her head. "You're a low life bastard."
"That hurts, Little Brooke," He laughed, watching Haley get angrier by the minute. "Oh come on, I'm just playing with you."
"Shutup," Haley snapped, stuffing her hands into her pockets and pulling out a piece of paper. "I'm not too proud of this, but a few days after what happened, I wrote you a little something that I thought I'd never read to you. But now that I'm here."
"Aw, you wrote me a poem?" Nathan said sarcastically, leaning forward so he could get a better listen. Haley nodded and he gestured for her to go on. "Well read it, I'm flattered you'd write something about me."
Haley swallowed hard and unfolded the piece of paper with trembling hands. Nathan sighed, letting her know he was getting tired of waiting. She took one last gulp and scanned over the words scribbled down on the paper. "I will not let myself cause my heart so much misery. I will not break the way you did, you fell so hard." Nathan snorted but listened as she went on. "Because of you I never stray too far from the sidewalk, because of you I learned to play on the safe side so I don't get hurt, because of you I find it hard to trust not only me, but everyone around me."
"I'm not liking where this is going, Little Brooke."
Haley sniffled and quickly wiped the tears away and continued. "I'm forced to fake a smile, a laugh everyday of my life, my heart can't possibly break when it wasn't even whole to start with." Nathan continued to roll his eyes and tuned out when Haley went on. "Because of you I try my hardest just to forget everything because of you I don't know how to let anyone else in."
When Nathan had enough, he slammed his fist down on the table. "Alright, that's it! I swear to God if you think telling me what I did to hurt you is going to make me feel bad then shut your mouth. And you're lucky there's this glass barrier separating us or else I would have finished what I started you little bitch."
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Taylor let out a sigh when she tried her best to juggle the bag of groceries in one hand, and the three DVD'S she rented in the other. She pushed the door open with her hip and bit her lip when she saw Haley was nowhere in the room. "Haley?" She called out, walking into the kitchen and setting the bag and movies on the table. "Are you down here?"
When she got no answer, Taylor quickly jogged up the stairs and ran into Haley's room, her heart skipping a beat when Haley wasn't in there. "Shit," she muttered, rushing into the hall and picking up the phone and dialing Brooke's cell phone number.
Brooke let out a small groan while listening to the music that was currently blasting out of Peyton's stereo. It had been a long day and all she wanted to do was go home and go to bed. "P. Sawyer this music sucks!" She frowned, digging into her bag when she heard her phone ring. "Hello?"
"Brooke?" Taylor's frantic voice said on the other end. "Brooke, Haley doesn't happen to be with you, is she?" Brooke reached over and turned the radio down, receiving a slap on the hand from Peyton.
"Don't touch that!"
Brooke ignored Peyton's comment and pressed her phone up against her ear. "What? Taylor, what are you talking about? She was home with you."
"She was," Taylor gulped, "but see, I left her alone for like 20 minutes while I went to the store to get some stuff and I came back and now she's gone."
"She's gone!" Brooke yelled, startling Peyton in the driver's seat. "What the hell did you say to her?"
"I didn't say anything!" Taylor yelled back, sinking down to the floor in the hall. "All I said was something about facing your fears and then I left."
Brooke sighed heavily and quickly glanced out the window when Peyton came to a stop at a red light. She gazed at the Tree Hill Police Department before snapping her fingers. "Taylor, I'll call you back." Ignoring her sister's protest, Brooke hung up the phone and unbuckled her seatbelt. "Peyton, let me out here."
"What?" Peyton asked in confusion as Brooke began to open the door. "Brooke what are you doing?" Brooke waved her off and quickly got out of the car and stuck her head in through the window.
"I have to do something, I'll get my stuff later on, okay?" Peyton nodded, still deeply confused as to why her friend suddenly got out of the car. She watched Brooke run across the street and run into the police department.
Brooke ran through the doors and nearly knocked into two officers on the way in. She ran down the corridor and practically slammed into the front desk, startling Nancy. "Hi, do you know if my sister is in here? Probably visiting Nathan Scott?" She drummed her fingers on the desk and anxiously waited for her answer.
"Yes, she came a while ago," Nancy started but stopped when Brooke took off down the hall, her cheerleading skirt flailing all around.
"Whoa, were are you going?" The same guard that led Haley into the room asked her. Brooke stopped in her tracks and tried to catch her breath.
"My sister is here visiting Nathan Scott and I have to get her before she does something she regrets," She explained breathlessly, leaning up against the wall, still trying to catch her breath.
The guard sighed and motioned for Brooke to follow him. "Thank god someone came for her, she's really letting him have it."
"Oh god," Brooke mumbled, rushing along with the guard into the room. She winced when she heard the loud screams coming from her sister.
"Because of you I'm ashamed of my life!" Haley screamed, buckets of tears falling down her cheeks. Nathan sat there in silence, stunned at the words coming out of the tiny girl on the other side of him. She rested her head on the table and began to sob.
The guard pointed to where Haley was sitting and Brooke quickly ran over, bending down next to Haley and putting her hand on Haley's back. Haley sat up in fear and looked at Brooke through her teary eyes.
"Come on, baby, let's get you home." Brooke whispered, standing to her feet and trying to get Haley to do the same.
"No," Haley shook her head and did her best to squirm out of Brooke's grip. "I have to tell him how he ruined my life."
Brooke shook her head and placed her arm around Haley's stomach and attempted to lift her up out of the seat. "No you don't. Just come home and it will be okay."
"It won't be okay, Brooke," Haley sobbed, pushing Brooke's hand away. "He ruined my life," she cried, staring straight back at Nathan. "You ruined my life."
"I think he knows, baby," Brooke whispered, gesturing towards the shocked look on Nathan's face. "Now come on, let's go."
"No!" Haley yelled, again startling the other people in the room. Brooke gulped and tried grabbing Haley when she stood up. Haley pushed her back and crawled onto the table, resting on her knees. "You ruined my life." She yelled, banging on the glass repeatedly. Brooke watched in horror as Haley pounded her fist onto the glass separating the two. She wrapped her arms around Haley's waist and tried to pull her down, but Haley dug her nails into Brooke's wrist and she immediately let go. "I'll never be the same again because of you," she sobbed, continuing to bang on the glass.
Brooke motioned for the guard to come over and she closed her eyes while he quickly removed Haley from the table, despite the kicking and screaming coming out of her. Brooke watched him take her down the room and out the door before staring back at Nathan. Nathan looked up at her and instantly broke out into a smirk. He motioned for her to pick up the phone and she snatched it off the table.
"You should really put a leash on that thing."
"Fuck you Nathan," she spat, slamming her fist onto the table, staring at his piercing blue eyes. "Fuck you."
Brooke slammed the phone down and quickly ran out of the room and followed Haley's screams down the hall and back into the main entrance. The guard looked up at her and smiled sadly, getting up from the seat so Brooke could sit down next to her. "Haley?" Haley ignored Brooke and started to sob into her knees, her body rocking back and forth. "Haley," Brooke said again, placing her hand on Haley's shoulder. Haley shrugged her off and wiped her tears with the back of her sleeve.
"I want to go home." She whispered, staring down at the floor. Brooke nodded and stood up, holding out her hand for Haley to take. Haley reached up for it and allowed Brooke to pull her to her feet before enveloping her in to a tight hug. She held onto Brooke for dear life and made no intention of letting go.
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"I found her," Brooke said, walking into the house with Haley attached to her hip.
Taylor got up from the couch and ran over to the two of them "Oh thank god." She mumbled, throwing her arms around Haley. When Haley didn't return the hug, she pulled back and saw she was still holding onto Brooke's hand for dear life. "Are you okay?"
Haley sniffled and shook her head. "No," she whispered, letting go of Brooke's hand and walking over to the couch, curling herself into a ball. Taylor sighed and exchanged a worried glance with Brooke before walking over to Haley.
"What's wrong?" Taylor asked, bending down and placing her hand on Haley's shoulder. Haley immediately flinched and sat up straight.
"Don't touch me!" She yelled, crawling over to the opposite side of the couch and getting to her feet. "Just leave me alone," she cried, breaking down into tears again. Brooke bit her lip and watched Haley run up the stairs.
"What happened, Brooke?" Taylor asked, her face plastered in concern. Brooke walked over to the couch and flopped down next to Taylor, putting her head into her hands.
"She went and saw Nathan and it just triggered all the memories she had of when he tried to hurt her and now she's just a complete mess." Brooke whispered, staring down at her feet. Taylor let out a small gasp and placed her hand over Brooke's and squeezed it gently.
"Should we leave her alone then?"
"I don't want to," Brooke said sadly, wiping the stray tear the fell down her cheek, "but I think it's best for her if we do." Taylor gave her a small smile and patted her hand before getting up off the couch.
"Yeah," she whispered, staring at Brooke, who was trying her best not to cry. "How was your thing today?" Brooke stood up and shrugged.
"It was fine," She said quickly, walking over to the stairs and trying her best to ignore the agonizing sobs Haley was letting out from upstairs. "Tay, I have to do something, I can't sit here and listen to that."
"I know," Taylor sighed, walking over to Brooke. "But she wants to be alone and if that's what she wants we have to respect that. I know it's hard to listen to her cry like that, but Brooke, there's nothing we can do."
"Yeah," Brooke whispered, nodding sadly at Taylor. "I've had a long day so I think I'm just going to head to bed."
"Okay. It's going to be alright, you know." Taylor reassured her, hugging her tightly before Brooke headed upstairs.
It took all of Brooke's strength to stop her from marching right into Haley's room and holding her tightly. Haley's door was half open which made Brooke creep over and peer into the room, her heart sinking at the sight in front of her. Haley was curled up in the middle of her bed with Mr. Waffles held close to her chest. She sobbed and sobbed until Brooke couldn't listen anymore. She turned around and headed down the hall into her room and fell onto the bed, trying to hold in her own tears.
After at least 3 hours of listening to Haley cry, Brooke had finally managed to fall asleep after Haley's heart wrenching sobs died down into small ones. She rolled over onto her side and opened her eyes for a split second to see what time it was. Just as she was about to drift off to sleep, she heard Haley yell in the next room.
"Brooke! Make him stop, please! He's going to hurt me! Brooke! Please help me, please."
Brooke immediately shot up in bed and launched herself onto the floor and quickly ran into Haley's room, trying to push past the screams coming from her sister.
"Haley," She said, turning on the bedside lamp and sitting down on the bed. She saw Haley was still asleep and shook her gently to wake her up. "Haley, wake up."
"Brooke make him stop!" Haley screamed tossing and turning in the bed before shooting up in bed at Brooke's touch. "Brooke, he's going to hurt me." She sobbed, sitting up in bed and throwing herself into Brooke's arms.
"He's not going to hurt you baby," Brooke whispered, holding Haley closer and gently rocking her back and forth. "He's won't hurt you, I promise."
"No," Haley cried, digging her nails into Brooke's back. "He's going to come after me when he gets out of jail, I know it. He's going to do it again, Brooke, don't let him hurt me!"
Brooke rubbed her hand up and down Haley's back and gently brushed the hair out of her face. "Haley, listen to me. He will never hurt you again, understand? He won't be coming back for you. It's all over now."
"No it's not. He's going to ruin my life again. I know it. He'll do it when he gets out, he'll hunt me down and do it, Brooke, he'll do it."
"He won't," Brooke whispered into her ear, kissing her on the top of her head. "I won't let him hurt you, baby. Don't you worry."
Haley sniffled and quickly took her left hand and wiped her eyes before placing it back on Brooke's back where her other hand lay. Brooke continued to rock her back and forth in hopes of the cries to stop. But when Haley continued to cry, Brooke held her tighter and listened to the sobs that racked every inch of Haley's small frame.
"Is there anything I can do?" Brooke asked, hoping there was at least one thing she could do to calm Haley down.
Haley sniffled and rested her head on Brooke's chest. "Hold me tighter," she whispered, shutting her eyes.
"What?"
"I said hold me tighter," she whispered again, bringing her hands back around and placing them in her lap. Brooke held her tighter and rested her head on top of hers. "That's better, I feel much safer."
"Good," Brooke smiled, continuing to rub her hand up and down Haley's back. "Anything else I can do?" Haley pulled back a little and nodded.
"Promise me something?"
"Anything."
"Promise you'll never leave me?" Haley asked shyly, anxiously awaiting Brooke's response. She wiped her eyes and smiled when Brooke shook her head.
"I promise baby," Brooke whispered, smiling back at Haley. Haley snuggled back into Brooke's arms and grabbed Mr. Waffles from behind her and brought him to her chest. Brooke raised her eyebrows and leaned her head back against the wall. "Is Brooke a bed?"
"Yes," Haley giggled in a nasal voice, resting her had back on Brooke's chest. "At least for tonight she is." Brooke laughed slightly and held on to Haley as she slipped underneath the covers.
"Okay, only for tonight," Brooke told her, wrapping her arms back around Haley. "Are you going to be okay now? No more nightmares?"
"No more nightmares now that you're here," Haley yawned, closing her eyes in hopes of getting some sleep tonight. "Night, Tigger."
"Night, baby," Brooke whispered, reaching over to turn off the light. She shut her eyes and thought about the new day tomorrow, hoping Haley could forget about this horrible night she had just experienced.
Now I know, the whole Emily thing seemed rushed and confusing, but It'll be explained more later on. Please, please tell me what you think.