Sorry this update took so long. Things have been CRAZY with school and tennis and all of the clubs Im in. So anyways here:
Chapter 13: Be My Escape
I've given up on doing this alone now
Cause I've failed and I'm ready to be shown how
You've told me the way, and now I'm trying to get there.
"We've been here forever. I'm really bored." Nicole whined. She had already counted the number of holes in the ceiling tiles. There were 529 on one tile and 68 tiles in the room so it was somewhere in the 35, 000 range.
"I'm sorry." Hannah replied, faking her sincerity.
"God, what went up your butt?"
"Oh. Nothing. Just that DAD COULD DIE!" She exclaimed.
"He's not gonna die. And by the way, you should take a nap, its not good for you to have so much stress." She tried to say with a straight face, but the glare she was receiving from her sister made her burst out in laughter.
"You are SO obnoxious! I wish I never decked you at camp!" She shouted seriously.
"Yeah, me either, I had a bruise on my butt for like a week." Nicole laughed it off, at least having her rant at her was better than being bored.
"You are SOO immature!"
"I'm sorry." Nicole replies, coping the fake sincerity of her sister's previous apology.
"Im going to the bathroom.." Hannah scowled.
"Thanks for the update." Nicole said, disinterested, until she walked away, when she cracked a smile and then tried to suppress her laughter.
"What day is it today?" Lucas asked.
"Tuesday!" Nicole replied from her spot across the room.
"I'm supposed to be back for pre-season workouts tomorrow."
"You leaving then?" Nicole asked, sadly.
"I'm gonna talk to my coach, not sure what's going on." He told her, flipping open his cell phone and exiting the room.
"Hales, can I talk to you for a minute?" Lucas asked, reentering the room.
"Sure," she agrees, thankful for the distraction.
"Im being traded."
"Traded for what? Did Brooke find a doctor to hook up with instead!" She asked, craning her neck to see around him.
"No, Hales. Traded, as in the NBA." He told her. All the color drained from her face and panic washed over her.
"WHAT! Where!" She cried.
"Charlotte. Im going to play for the Bobcats."
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And this life sentence that I'm serving
I admit that I'm every bit deserving
But the beauty of grace is that it makes life not fair
"Can you hear me now? Good! How 'bout now? Good! Can you-" Nicole pestered to her still idle father.
"God, and you WONDER why he doesn't wake up..?" Kristin mumbles from her spot at the door. Nicole smiles sweetly and pretends to not of heard.
"What was that, Kristin?"
"Oh, nothing..." She smiles back. "Can't they just pour water on him to make him wake up or something? This wait is killing me!" She exclaims dramatically.
"He's not just sleeping that doesn't work. And why would the wait kill you? Oh that's right, the sooner you get married, the sooner you can get divorced and take his money." She stated casually, as if she had personally told them that over and over again.
"Shut up you little brat, I happen to LOVE your father very much, and by the way when we do get married, I'll make sure you are off at boarding school in Campbiodia!" She spits angrily.
"The country is Cambodia, and good luck with that. And get the heck out of here, only FAMILY is allowed in here."
"Fine. I'll leave, but you can't get rid of me." She states evilly as she exits the room.
"Unfortunately." Nicole grumbles, glaring at her motionless father. "Thanks dad. Thanks." She rudely states, voice dripping with distaste and sarcasm.
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Cause I've been housing all this doubt and insecurity and I've been locked inside that house, all the while you hold the key
And I've been dying to get out, and that might be the death of me
Pausing to wipe the tears from her eyes, Haley let out a breath to calm herself, swung the hospital room door open, and stepped inside. It still made her wince when she looked at her ex- husband lying helplessly with wires and tubes coming out of everywhere. She sat down in the armchair next to his bed and listened to the steady beep of his heart monitor, trying hard not to start crying again.
"Hi." She started, hesitating for a moment. "Lucas was traded. He's moving home. Which I can't seem to comprehend. What does that mean for me? Maybe I should move home too, I mean, I don't really want to be in New York alone. I'd have Taylor and Chris, but that isn't exactly a great selling point. But if I did move back home, I would have to give up singing. Well, like professionally anyway. I don't know, I guess I feel like I've fulfilled whatever dream I had, so maybe it is time to re-evaluate what I want to do for the rest of my life. But then again, can I just give up that easily? BUT it would be good for Hannah, I think. Maybe. Wouldn't it? She could go through her crazy teenage years here. Oh, god, that doesn't sound good. But there isn't any teenage boys with the last name of Scott anymore, maybe she'd be alright..." She laughed at her own joke. "Was I just rambling? God, the things Tree Hill does to me. Why am I asking you all of this stuff? You won't answer. By the way, this is getting kind of old. Stop being stubborn already, and wake up. Your mother is like having coronary, Hannah thinks you are going to die or something, Nicole seems to think that you really are awake, you're just trying to punish her for not liking Kristin, and Kristin, well, I don't really know what she thinks. I don't really care either. I've been trying to find something good about her, I really have, she's just being sort of difficult. OKAY! I am probably annoying you by now. So I'll leave you alone, just... wake up soon." She sighed, kissing his cheek before leaving the room.
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And even though, there's no way in knowing where to go, promise I'm going because
I gotta get outta here
Cause I'm afraid that this complacency is something I can't shake
I gotta get outta here
And I'm begging You, I'm begging You, I'm begging You to be my escape.
"... So Here's a question on international law: If a international airline crashes on the border of Mexico and the United States, is the airline required by law to bury the survivors?" Hannah asks, looking at her inactive father, whom she had been talking to for close to an hour about nothing. " NO! Because you don't bury survivors! Get it! HA Ha, ha... ha. Yeah... not so funny. I don't have any more jokes— um.. Why did the chicken cross the road?" She asked, laughing at her own corniness.
"Please tell me you didn't just ask him that?" Nicole smirks.
"Shut up. Like you have anything better to say."
"Actually, I do. Uncle Lucas is moving back to Tree Hill." She states bluntly.
"WHAT! No, wait, you're lying. I would have known first."
"What makes you think that?" She chuckled challengingly.
"Because... He would have told me, I've lived with him forever, why would he have told you?"
"Obviously he loves me a whole heck of a lot more, because he did tell me first."
"Yeah, right. Who would love you? Oh wait... I bet you'll say 'dad' right?" She glared.
"Um... I doubt you should be talking about dad when I'm pretty sure that I was the one he picked... not you." That seemed to set off whatever pent up anger Hannah had collected over the weekend as she dove at Nicole, knocking her over. Nicole instinctively fought back, but had to stop when something pulled her off Hannah.
"What the heck do you girls think you are doing?" Lucas whispered angrily. "You do realize that this is a hospital room... don't you?" He looked at the girls for an answer, but they simply glared at each other. "Wow. You too are WAY too much like us..." He groaned under his breath.
"Nah, I got you to bleed." A hoarse voice came from the bed. Lucas, Hannah, and Nicole all snapped their heads in that direction.
"Dad!" Nicole and Hannah cried, running to opposite sides of the bed, then hugging him.
"I'm so loved." He laughs.
"Don't let it go to your head. I'll go get the nurse." Lucas laughs, walking to the door. "Oh, Nate?"
"Yeah..?"
"Good to have you back man." He smiles, receiving a thankful smile back.
Hope that will hold you until the next Update. Have a GREAT day. Please Review
Katie