Behind These Lying Eyes Chapter 32: Fall Baby Fall, an one tree hill fanfic

Okay, so I'm back! Now I just want to warn you about the cutting issue and stuff because it gets a little heavy. I wrote this a while ago so I know you're pulling for a BL scene but it's not happening in this chapter. Next chapter definitley.

Brooke let out a breathless sigh for the tenth time that night. She shut the TV off and threw the remote down onto the coffee table, grimacing when it made a breaking sound. "Whoops," she muttered, picking up the back piece that fell off of the floor and carefully sliding it back in over the batteries. Haley came down the stairs a few seconds later, making Brooke's face light up, finally, someone to talk to.

"Hey, Brooke," she said walking over to the couch and sitting down next to her sister. Brooke smiled widely and turned to face her. "What are you doing?" Brooke's smile suddenly turned into a frown and she threw her arms up in the air.

"Nothing! I'm so bored. I was kind of hoping you came down here to tell me you wanted to go out and do something. Anything." Brooke looked at Haley with pleading eyes. Haley laughed and shrugged, signaling she had nothing.

"Sorry, Tigger. I don't know what to say." She laughed some more at Brooke's expression and scratched her head. "Um, I rented The Notebook if you want to watch that?"

"Hm, I'm not in the mood for a sappy romance story. But seeing as Ryan Gosling is so hot, I'll watch it." Brooke said, standing up from the couch, "where is it?"

"It's on my book shelf," Haley said, watching Brooke nod before she jogged up the stairs. Brooke made her way into Haley's room and walked over the bookshelf. She scanned the books until she found the DVD wedged in between two books. "Why the hell does she have this between two books?" Brooke muttered to no one in particular, pulling the DVD out, knocking over one of the books in the process. "Jesus," she cursed while picking up the book up and studying it for a moment before realizing it was Haley's diary. She raised an interested eyebrow and skipped to the door, peeking her head out to make sure no one was there. Brooke grinned and opened to the first page rolling her eyes at the perfect, neat handwriting that filled the page.

"September, 12th, 2004," Brooke read aloud, anxiously waiting to read the entries that filled this page and the following ones.

I tried to kill the pain, but it only brought more.

Today she called me a 'thing'. "It's bad enough I'm related to this thing, I don't need her sitting here," that's what she said to me today at lunch when Peyton invited me to sit with them. I'm not even a person to the high and mighty Brooke James. It felt like I had been hit by a bus and after school I seriously considered throwing myself in front of one. Besides, it would probably take Brooke all day to realize I was gone. I just, I just don't understand what the hell I ever did to her. It baffles me everytime she makes a wisecrack about me, I just want to slap her. I, I really hate her sometimes. And so I did it. Again. It's on my upper arm so at least I can wear short sleeves. Last time didn't go so well. I cut just on the inside of my wrist and I saw Brooke pull up with her little cheerleading friends. It was really nice out that day and it would look suspicious if I had long sleeves on. So, I put the AC on full blast and threw on a sweatshirt.

Brooke's eyes widened in horror as a gasp escaped her mouth. Haley, a cutter? It didn't make sense at first but she remembered that day too well. A little too well.

Brooke and Theresa exchanged a quick laugh before heading inside her house. Both girls immediately felt a chill go down their spine as the chilling air from the living room hit their bodies.

"Brooke, why the hell is it so cold in here?" Theresa commented, her teeth beginning to chatter from the coldness.

Brooke rubbed her bare arms and shrugged just as Haley came into the room, dressed in a large sweatshirt. "Haley!" She yelled, staring at her sister, "do you have the frigging AC on?" Haley bit her lip nervously and tried to look as innocent as possible.

"No?"

Brooke walked over to the air conditioner that permanently sat in their window and turned it off. "Yes you do! Are you crazy? It's perfect outside, you don't need this thing on. God, you're so stupid sometimes," Brooke muttered, making Theresa snicker.

"I'm sorry," Haley whispered, sitting down on the couch and fixing her gaze on her feet. She hugged her now hot body and wished for the other two girls in the room to go away. "I was a little hot so I put it on to cool me down."

"Yeah well it's off now. You can take your sweat shirt off, you don't need it anymore." Brooke snapped at her. Haley winced at the pure thought and shook her head.

"No, I'm fine," she lied trying to play it off like she was cold. "I've got the chills now." She had just cut herself literally two seconds before Brooke came home and with the other scars around her left arm, it wasn't such a good idea to be showing her arms.

"Whatever," Brooke rolled her eyes, pulling Theresa towards the stairs, "come on, she'll want to hang out with us if we stay here any longer."

Haley sighed heavily and curled up on the couch, trying her best to avoid the stinging sensation that shot up and down her arm. Boy, she was in trouble and everyone in her family was too blind to see it.

"Oh, no, no," Brooke whispered, her eyes suddenly filling up with tears, "no, it can't be true."

But then suddenly it all made sense. Why Haley wore long sleeves most of the time during the spring and why she always wore a sweat shirt to bed, even when it was definitely not needed. In gym class, she would wear a long sleeve shirt, despite how sweaty they got when they played basketball. Brooke let out a whimper, her sister was a cutter. She took a deep breath and flipped to the new page, gasping at the lyrics lying in front of her.

Break, break, shatter the mirror
Glass, glass, glass in my hand
Blood, blood, blood on the counter
And I don't think you'd ever understand
Hurt, hurt, hurting my feelings
Fuck, fuck, my self-esteem
Shut, shut, the door and let me be
Some things are just wrong with me

Why do I cut myself?
To keep my mind off you
Why do I hate myself the way I do?I do.
And I was scared
That the world would make me numb
And I would become like it
Someday they will pay for all of this

Look at me now
Look at me hurt myself tonight
Look at me now
Look at me, look at me
Hurt myself tonight

I wrote her a song the other day. It's great how she's such an easy subject to write about.

I can't take it anymore. She's killing me with every breath she takes. Everytime she looks at me I can feel her eyes burn right through me. I'm done and I can't, I can't go on living like this. I won't pretend I'm okay anymore. My whole body aches because it's so fucked up and it's staring to deteriorate. My arm, my arm is scarred up and down, right and left. I just did it right now, and watched as the blood dripped onto this page. It's splattered all over the place and I don't care. I watched it drip in a daze as I thought about everything. That blood is for her, for you I bleed myself dry, Brooke. I'll be out of your life soon, don't worry. And when I'm gone she won't even care. She'll pretend to be sad for a few days and move on with the rest of her life. Because Brooke James can't dwell on something for more than a week, it's just the type of person she is.

Brooke chocked back her sob and threw the book under her shirt when she heard footsteps. She fiercely wiped her eyes and took a deep breath, making sure the DVD was in her hand.

"Brooke? What the heck are you doing?" Haley said, coming into the room. Brooke looked at her for a second and noticed her choice of clothing. She was wearing a sweatshirt but it was the middle of winter, everyone wore those.

"Um, nothing. Sorry I got distracted." Brooke mumbled, shoving the DVD into Haley's hand. "Here, I don't want to watch this anymore." She pushed past Haley and stormed into her room, with Haley hot on her heels.

"What happened? Are you okay?" Haley asked in a concerned tone. Brooke waved her off and sat on the bed, her back facing Haley. "Brooke?"

Brooke whipped around and shot an icy glare towards her sister's way. "Look, I'm not in the mood to talk, so just please leave me alone."

"No, I won't," Haley crossed her arms, advancing towards Brooke and sitting down next to her on the bed. "Please talk to me?" She whispered, putting her around Brooke. Brooke held her stomach, trying to make sure the diary wouldn't slip out of her shirt and that Haley wouldn't notice.

"Why are you wearing a sweatshirt?" Brooke whispered harshly making Haley confused. Haley shrugged and tried to figure out what had gotten into her sister. "The heat's on in the house. It's hot in here."

"I have the chills." Haley answered simply, confused by Brooke's question. She saw Brooke roll her eyes and listened to her breathing get heavier and heavier.

And that was the final straw for Brooke. She wasn't going to let Haley dance around this anymore. "You don't have the fucking chills, Haley." She screamed standing up and grabbing Haley's arm she had wrapped around her in the process. Haley's diary fell out of her shirt but she didn't care.

"Brooke, let go," Haley said in a sharp tone, trying to tug her arm away from Brooke's death grip.

"What was it, your left arm?" Brooke snapped, digging her fingers farther into Haley's skin. "Lift up your sleeve."

"No."

"Haley lift up that fucking sleeve right now," Brooke left no time for an argument. Haley tried to wriggle free, letting out a small cry due to the pain Brooke was causing her. She couldn't find out, she couldn't have known about her cutting.

"Brooke stop," Haley cried, trying to kick Brooke in the shin to get her to try and let her go. Brooke swiftly avoided the kick and pulled Haley up by her arm. Haley barely came up to her nose so she had more power over her. She threw Haley back onto the bed where she landed on her back and proceeded to hike up the sleeve on her left arm, ignoring the hysterical protests from Haley. "Don't," she yelled, trying everything from kicking and slapping with her free arm to try and stop Brooke.

Brooke placed her foot on Haley's other arm to stop any more swatting attempts. She took a deep breath and rolled the sleeve up, turning her arm over so that her palm was facing up. And there they were. Little tiny scars plastered around her inner wrist and upper arm. Some were fading and some were visible from far away. "Haley," she gulped. Glancing at the one that stuck out the most. "When was the last time you cut yourself?" Tears trickled down both the girls' cheek as Haley gave up her fight, letting Brooke scan up and down her arm. "Answer me, Haley!"

Haley pulled her arm back down and threw her hands over her face, her fingers becoming moist from the tears falling out of her eyes. "The other day when you told me you weren't coming home."

Brooke sighed, still trying to take all this new information in at once. "Can I just ask you one question then?" Haley sniffled and nodded, preparing herself for the worst. "Why?" She whispered, looking right at her sister. "Would you do something like that to yourself? You've seen all those documentaries we watched in health class. People kill themselves with one simple cut, baby."

"You don't understand," Haley said quietly, looking down at her lap. "No one does."

"I can try. I'm pretty good at listening to people, maybe you can just give me a general explanation?" Brooke asked with a small smile, nudging Haley's shoulder with her own. "Come on, at least give me the benefit of the doubt, please?"

"No," Haley told her, standing up from the bed. She rubbed her hand up and down her injured arm and kept thinking about the horrible times she spent locked up in her room, finding comfort in the sharp razor she stashed away in her drawers. At first she was scared, scared of the blood and scared of the pain. But once she felt the rush, she wanted to do it more and more, until she couldn't stop. "It's hard to explain without me getting upset."

"Well, I'm right here, baby. You can sit right next to me and I'll hold onto you tight when you get upset." Haley shook her head and tried to fight back the tears that were forming in her dull brown eyes. "Just, tell me why you did it."

"To numb the pain," Haley finally answered after falling silent for a few minutes. "It helped me take my mind off things. The razor was my only friend up until a few months ago, Brooke. I had no one to help me with my problems because you wouldn't give me time of day. Taylor was gone and I was all alone. I was left to wallow in my pain and question my place in this world because no one told me how much I mattered to them. No one told me they loved me and how special I was to them."

"Oh, Haley, you know that's not true," Brooke said, on the verge of breaking down and yelling at her sister for cutting herself. "I tried, I tried to make your life run better after the whole Nathan thing. I really did try."

"You didn't try hard enough though," Haley finally confessed, letting the tears fall down. She watched Brooke tense up on her bed and looked at her, ready to tell her everything. "You didn't try hard enough or else my arms wouldn't look like this." Haley rolled up her sleeve and flashed the scars in Brooke's face. "They all have a different story behind them."

Brooke tried to swallow past the lump forming in her throat and pointed to a random scar on Haley's lower arm. "Fine then, what about this one? It looks like you did it recently."

Haley gazed at the scar and gulped. It was the newest scar from the night she found out Brooke wasn't coming home. "That's, that's from the other night. When I found out you weren't going to come home."

"But why?" Brooke said, her eyes finally filling up with tears. "Baby, why are you doing this to yourself? Your body doesn't deserved to be cut up and scarred just because you think no one cares about you. If you told me this before I would have came straight home and I would have fixed it. I can fix it, if you just let me help you."

"I don't want your help," Haley cried, sitting down on the floor and wrapping her arms around her legs. "You can't help me. You don't know how it feels to be rejected, to be thrown away like a worthless piece of trash. I'm obviously so horrible that no one can stand being around me. Mike left, you left and I'm sure Taylor has had enough of me. If you just let me end my life, you'd be doing me a favor."

Brooke immediately jumped from the bed and down next to Haley, grabbing her shoulders and shaking her slightly. "Hey," she snapped, looking at Haley's watery eyes. "Don't you ever say something like that, you hear me? Don't ever, ever tell me you want to end your life. Do you hear me?"

"But I do," Haley whispered, sitting up onto the bed. "I just want to slash my wrist and watch the blood drip all over the place. I want to write my last words all over my bedroom walls in my own blood. I want-"

"Haley, stop it right now." Brooke said, tears rolling down her cheeks as she placed her hand over her mouth in disgust. "It's not true. You don't want to die."

"Yes I do!" Haley yelled, finally losing it. "I want to die so bad, Brooke. I want to leave this place because I hate it so much. No one would miss me, no one would care that Haley 'Tutor' Girl James is gone. I'm just a waste of space. I take up oxygen that someone else could use. Someone who needs a heart can take mine, I can save a life and make someone happy rather than continuing living my miserable life."

At that point, Brooke could not hold her sobs in and began to cry hysterically. She had no idea where this was all coming from and she suddenly felt she was the one to blame for all this. "Haley, why do you want to die? Tell me the honest truth right now," she spat, wiping her eyes as her sister wiped her own.

"Why do I want to die?" Haley whispered, looking up at Brooke through the pieces of hair that fell in her face. "Because then I'll lose my life. I've tried to hard to win it back but I found it's impossible. It's impossible to stop doing this to myself," she said, rolling up her sleeves and flashing her scars in Brooke's face. She walked over and opened her drawer, pulling out the razor she used to scar her body. "You see this? It's the only thing that gets me through it all."

"Haley, give me that," Brooke said, taking a step towards her sister and holding out her hand for the razor. "Give it to me right now."

Haley shook her head furiously and rested the cold, sharp object on her arm. "No," she whispered harshly, gripping onto it tighter as Brooke advanced closer. "It's mine, you can't have it."

"You can't have it either," Brooke told her, her voice cracking. She wiped her tears as she watched her sister rest the razor on her skin again. "Baby, give me the razor," she said softly, taking one step closer and jerking back when Haley exploded.

"NO!" Haley yelled, her breathing becoming heavy. She didn't look up to meet Brooke's gaze. Instead she took the razor and gently moved it up and down, hitting her arm every now and then. "Please turn around."

"Oh my god," Brooke muttered, running her hands through her hair, trying to take control of the situation. "Haley, don't you dare."

"You can't stop me Brooke," Haley told her, her voice shaking heavily. She pressed the razor against her arm again and let it sit there, becoming lost as it shined in the light. "It's the only thing that helps me."

"I can help you," Brooke cried, more tears falling from her wet eyes. "Please give me the razor, please Haley. Don't do this to yourself, don't, don't do it please. I'm begging you."

Haley's breathing increased before she broke down and threw the razor on the floor "It hurts so badly, it hurts. I want to all go away, Brooke. I want the pain to stop. I didn't deserve any of this, I never did anything to anyone. I never hurt anyone, I tried to be a good girl. I never meant for any of this to happen or for me to end up so screwed up. I don't want to die, Tigger. I don't want to go anywhere, I just want you to never let me hurt myself again. I don't care if you have to wrestle the razor out my hand, just don't let me cut myself again. I can't deal with the pain anymore."

"Oh, baby," Brooke whispered, gathering Haley in her arms and holding her tight, listening to her sob on her shoulder. She stroked her hair and watched her own tears fall onto Haley's grey sweatshirt, making tiny wet circles on it. "It's okay. You're going to be okay."

"No I'm not," Haley whimpered, pulling back and wiping her eyes with her sleeves. "I'm not going to be okay. Brooke I'm broken."

Brooke sighed and fell silent for a few seconds. "Well I'm going to put you back together then," she said, mustering her best smile. Haley smiled back before hugging Brooke around the middle and thanking God that she was back for good because the next few weeks were going to be hell for her whole family.

xxxx

Outside of Taylor's door, Brooke rested her head against the wall, trying to get all of the new information out of her head. She wasn't sure if Taylor knew about, but from their conversation the other day, it seemed like she did.

Without even thinking, she gripped the door handle tight and shoved the door open, immediately averting her eyes when she saw Taylor and Ben lying on the bed half naked.

"Oh my god," Brooke cursed, covering her eyes with her hands and quickly turning around, listening to the embarrassing screams coming from her older sister. "Sorry," she said, shutting the door behind her.

A few seconds later the door re-opened and Taylor emerged fully clothed. "Brooke, what the hell is wrong with you? Don't you knock?" When she saw the sad look on her sister's face, all the anger in her disappeared. "What's wrong?"

"Why didn't you tell me?" Brooke asked in a whisper. Taylor was silent for a minute, trying to figure out what she was talking about. "About Haley and what she does." Brooke was careful to not let her voice rise in anger seeing as they were a few feet away from Haley's open door.

"Brooke, don't do this right now," Taylor said, trying her best to reason with Brooke. But the angry look on Brooke's face was telling her differently. "Please?"

"No," Brooke hissed back in a whisper, glaring straight at Taylor. She watched as Taylor let out a big sigh and crossed her arms. "Why the hell did you keep this from me?"

"It was her decision," Taylor told her, grabbing her arm and pulling her down the stairs with her. She sat her on the couch before taking the seat next to her. "She told me not to tell you and I respected her decision."

Brooke was trying her best not to reach over and slap her sister for hiding Haley's cutting. It was a serious issue and it needed to be addressed right away, not kept hidden. "Taylor, it's something that could possibly escalate into so much more. It's not like a broken heart which can be fixed. It's something that could possibly kill her."

And the two sisters began to bicker back and forth, unaware that the subject of their conversation of sitting on the stairs, listening to every word they had to say.

"Didn't your mother ever teach you not to eavesdrop?" Ben said with a laugh, sitting down next to Haley on the stairs. He threw his wife beater over his head and did his best to fix his messy hair. "What are they yelling about now?"

"Me," Haley whispered, feeling like the weight of the world has just crashed on her shoulders. She kept it in for so long and it felt good to let it out, but she wasn't prepared to face the consequences.

"You?" Ben asked in confusion, thinking it was some sort of friendly sisterly bickering. "Well we can talk about them if you want to get back at them. I'm sure it would make you feel better."

Haley shook her head and gazed into Ben's green eyes. He gave her a sympathetic smile and gently patted her head. "They just want what's best for you, Hales," he told her, hoping to get some sort of reaction out of her.

"Then why do I feel so ungrateful for it?" Haley asked in a shaky whisper. Ben shrugged his shoulders, letting her know he couldn't answer that for her. She felt like she didn't deserve the constant love and care she received from Taylor and Brooke. "Why do I feel like I don't deserve any of it, Ben?"

"Well," he began, trying to process the millions of thoughts running through his mind at the very second. "I think you're scared that they're not going to treat you the same way they treated you before. And I also think that you're running away from your problems and you think if you run far enough they'll all magically disappear.

"But most of all, I think you're afraid of Taylor and Brooke not accepting who you are now that they know whatever you were hiding from them. From the looks of it, they're going to be in it with you through the long haul and I think you're afraid of that."

Haley blinked, unable to find the words to come out her mouth at what her sister's boyfriend had just said. Ben noticed this and laughed. "Did I mention I have a degree in psychology?"

"No," Haley said with a small laugh. She took into consideration what he said and stood up to her feet while he did the same. "I'm going to fix this once and for all." Ben nodded and watched her slowly climb down the stairs, while he went up, feeling that it wasn't his place to sit there and listen to what the three of them were going to discuss.

Brooke and Taylor looked up from their current argument and pushed over when Haley sat herself in the middle of them. "Just stop the both of you," she cut in harshly, ignoring the looks on both of her older sister's faces.

"Haley-"

"No let me talk," Haley said as she cut Taylor off. "I am so sick of you two arguing over whose fault this is. It's not your fault," she said, turning to face Brooke. "And it's not your fault," she said, turning the other way to face Taylor. "It's my own fault. None of you are pressing the razor against my skin and cutting it."

Brooke winced at Haley's bluntness. But nevertheless she listened as Haley went on with her little tirade. "I know it's wrong, believe me I know. But you have to realize I can't just snap my fingers and make it go away. It's going to take a while to stop and I'm willing to go the distance if you're willing to stand behind me."

Taylor and Brooke both sat on the couch, speechless after Haley's little speech. They were both going to say something but quickly stopped when they saw Haley wasn't done.

"I understand if you're not willing to commit to this and it's okay. I got myself into this mess and I alone have to pull myself out of it. You two have to realize that you can't protect me from everything I encounter. I know you like to think you can, but you can't. Pain is not preventable, trust me, I've tried to prevent it but it just doesn't work. It's a part of growing up and no matter what you can't stop it.

"And I won't sit here and tell you I don't hate myself for doing this to myself, doing this to my body. I think it's pitiful and shameful that I would stoop to this level and mutilate my own body. I made the wrong choice and I'm willing to face the consequences."

"Hay," Taylor whispered as tears formed in her eyes. "I'm not going to abandon you during this. You're my responsibility and I'll never leave you to fight this on your own."

"Me too," Brooke piped up, gently poking Haley in the side. "We would be very bad big sisters if we just let out baby sister do this by herself. And I think you're going to need all the support you can get."

Haley smiled and looked at her two sisters thankfully. "What would I do without you guys?" She asked, repositioning herself so her head was resting in Brooke's lap and her feet stretched across Taylor's.

"I think you'd probably be very lost," Brooke said with a small laugh, patting Haley on the head. Taylor nodded in agreement and patted Haley's stomach.

"But don't worry, Hay, you'll be stuck with us for the rest of your life," Taylor said with a smile. "Even when I'm dead and gone you'll still have Brooke to hover over you every second of your life. And when Brooke dies…"

"I'll haunt you in your dreams," Brooke said with a proud smile. Taylor laughed, knowing it was probably true. But she felt Haley benefited from having Brooke around and hadn't seen her happy in a long time.

"I wouldn't put it past you," Haley said with a giggle, feeling like her problems had suddenly drifted away from the time being. "When we go back to school I have an appointment with the school therapist. I figure it's the only thing I can really get."

Brooke nodded and looked down at her sister's brown eyes. "You're very brave and I'm so proud of you for admitting you have a problem and finding the help for it." Haley smiled up at Brooke and gently pulled her sleeves down.

"Me too," Taylor whispered, patting Haley on the knee. "And if you ever need to talk to one of us if it makes you feel more comfortable…we'll always be here."

"Thanks guys," Haley said, sitting up between her two older sisters. She felt tears well up in her eyes and she quickly brushed them away. "Way to make me cry," she laughed, letting out a loud sniffle and wiping the stray tears that fell down her cheek.

"You cry at everything," Brooke told her with a laugh, gently ruffling her hair. "But that's okay, you're just very sensitive." Taylor nodded in agreement, taking Haley's hands in her own and fiddling with her fingers.

"We still love you anyways I guess," Taylor said sarcastically, repositioning herself to face Haley. "And plus if we didn't have you around, who else would we tease?"

"Oh god forbid," Haley said with a laugh, stretching her legs out to touch the coffee table. "I don't know, maybe you would be nice for a change?" Taylor and Brooke let out a dramatic gasp and Haley whined when a pillow connected with her head. "No, no, don't start this! Don't gang up on me."

Taylor shrugged her shoulders innocently and dropped the pillow onto the floor. "Okay, fine. As the older, more mature sister, I'll stop before anything escalates." Brooke rolled her eyes and reached over and hit Taylor in the face with the pillow. "Brooke! Are you like 5? What did I just say?"

"Yeah, Brooke!" Haley said, whacking her in the arm. "What did Taylor just say?" Brooke rolled her eyes, not amused by the alliance Taylor and Haley all of a sudden had.

"Okay, blonde police, I'm sorry," she mumbled, throwing the pillow down on the ground. Her eyes immediately widened when Haley hit her in the head. "You're dead," she told her sister as Haley ran out of the room. Taylor flopped down on the rest of the couch and smirked, listening to her two sisters argue in the kitchen.

"Haley, don't hit me!" Brooke yelled as Taylor heard a slap and a yelp. She threw a pillow over her head as she heard a few more slaps and a loud bang. Taylor let out a groan and rolled off the couch walking into the kitchen to see Brooke laughing hysterically and Haley sitting on the floor, holding the back of her head.

"Do I even want to know?" Taylor asked, lifting Haley to her feet and holding her back as she went to hit Brooke in the arm. "I do, I really want to know what happened. Brooke, what did you do to Haley?"

Brooke's eyes widened and she immediately stopped laughing. "Okay, why do you always assume it's something I did? Huh? For all you know Haley could have fallen by herself without me interfering."

"Hay, what happened?" Taylor asked, looking at Haley for the truth. Haley glared at Brooke before turning around to face Taylor.

"She dropped me on my head!" Haley yelled, whacking Brooke's shoulder when Brooke began to laugh again. "She was chasing me around the table and then she grabbed me by my waist and lifted me up. So I…bit her and then she dropped me and now my head is throbbing!"

Taylor rolled her eyes, deeming that for once it was Haley's fault and not Brooke's. "Well then honey that's your own fault." Haley's eyes widened and Brooke laughed in triumph. "If you didn't bite her your head would not be throbbing."

"See, now you know how I feel," Brooke told Haley once Taylor left the room. "It's always me who gets blamed and it's never Haley, the precious little baby who can do nothing wrong. So…ha!"

"Oh be quiet! Taylor was just trying to be nice," Haley told her, getting an evil glint in her eye. Brooke raised her eyebrows and watched in confusion as Haley stomped her foot on the ground. "Ow, Brooke!"

Haley ran out of the room with Brooke hot on her heels and jumped on the couch and on top of Taylor. "Taylor, Brooke dropped me again! She said that I didn't hit my head hard enough!"

"What?" Brooke yelled in surprise, watching Haley curl herself into Taylor's arms. "She's lying! Taylor, I didn't do anything to her. She's just mad because you took my side and not hers."

"She really did drop me!" Haley said, her voice muffled by Taylor's shoulders. Taylor raised a suggestive eyebrow and watched Brooke flop down on the couch. Taylor looked at Brooke with a smirk and motioned for her to pick up the pillow on the floor.

"It's okay, I believe you," Taylor said, trying to hide her laugh. She stood up with Haley in her arms and placed her down on the couch. Haley's eyes widened when she saw Brooke out of the corner of her eye with a pillow in hand.

"What are you guys doing? Stop looking at me like that, you're scaring me…" Haley said, trailing off when two pillows hit her at the same time. "Stop!" she whined, placing her hands over her head as Brooke and Taylor continued to beat her with the pillows. "It's not beat up on Haley day! That was yesterday, you missed it."

"Aw," Brooke said, sitting down on the couch next to Haley. "But everyday is beat up on Haley day!" Haley groaned and sat up, hoping the pillow fight would cease fire. "See, now what would we do without you, brat?"

Taylor nodded and took a seat next to Brooke. "Our lives would be pretty much dull and boring if we didn't have you to push around and make fun of. You're the spark that lights up our life…"

"Um, thanks?" Haley laughed, twiddling her thumbs. Brooke laughed and threw the pillow on the ground along with Taylor's. "I guess I would be pretty lost without you guys too," Haley said sarcastically, smiling when both her sister's looked shocked. "I'm kidding, I'm kidding! I mean who else would put up with my constant whining and complaining?" She asked, crawling further down the couch and stretching herself across Taylor and Brooke.

"No one," Brooke said, slapping her on the ass before pulling on Haley's ponytail. "And besides, where else are you going to find two people who love you as much as me and Taylor do?" Haley rolled over onto her back and shrugged. "See, nowhere."

"And no matter what, you'll always be the bratty kid sister that everyone loves and favors the most just because you're the baby," Taylor said with a small laugh. "But that's okay because it's who you are and we're pretty much used to you always getting your way."

Haley shrugged her shoulders and grinned widely. "What can I say? I'm just the most loveable person in all of Tree Hill." Brooke and Taylor laughed and gently tickled her sides, their mouths hanging open when Haley rolled off of them and fell of the couch. "Got you," she laughed, sitting up and quickly running out of the room as Brooke and Taylor got off the couch, trying to catch up to her.

Okay, I just wanted to end it on a nice happy note. Yes, I am doing a sequel and it's set 4 years into the future and I don't want to say much more because it's going to be one helluva bumpy road for these three. Anyways, please tell me what you think and as always, thanks for reading :)