Haley had enjoyed the small town solitude for her morning so far. Peyton had to go handle some details at work so after a breakfast with Karen she began to wonder around the small southern town. Two hours of walking had lead her to a familiar door. The small details had remained the same despite her absence. Her steps were heavy leading up to the place she once called home. She reached up to knock but caught herself. She bit her lip as she reached up to her tip toes to grab the spare key that was obviously hidden above the doorframe. Her right shoulder rolled up and back as she turned the lock and entered the house. Placing her purse down the on bench the stood to her left she felt nostalgia running through her veins. She walked through the hallway towards the family room. It had always held some of her best memories.

The pictures of all her brothers and sisters lined the walls. A section dedicated the graduation pictures ran parallel with the mantel that dawned pictures of extended family. Aunts, uncles, cousins and among them were a few pictures of her second family. The pairs of crystal blue eyes shot through her like darts. she pulled her bottom lip in and brought her tongue over it smoothly. She reached up towards the picture frame that laid in front of her. It was a group shot of her friends at her graduation formal. Peyton had the largest smile on her face while she was pulled tight into a pair of loving arms. Haley was facing forward as her boyfriend at the time mirrored her posed closely behind her. Lastly, her best friend leaned into their date's body. A smile came to her face as she remembered that night. But the smile soon faded as she remembered how she tarnished that image so quickly just months later. She put the picture back quickly after picking it up. She bit the side of her lip as she pulled her hair behind her ear.

She turned on her heels as she looked at her feet that soon carried her to the kitchen of her house. Working as a waitress had given her a strong sense of home and cooking. It's an odd quality she learned being a waitress. She opened the refrigerator and cabinets in curiosity. Growing up the youngest of a big family meant constant running to the grocery store for the necessities. She was pleased with the selection. As usual, her favourite Mac and cheese in three different flavours remained in her designated spot. She shut the cabinet doors with a smirk on her face. She began to hum softly to herself as she played with her fingers across the countertop.

"Can I help you?" A voice came from behind her. Haley's eyes stopped still as her humming and playful attitude disappeared. The voice was softer then her brothers or her father. It was clearly a man's voice that seemed confused and offended. Haley pushed her hair behind her ears and let her hands stream down the now dark locks. She pushed her lip to the side as she pierced her teeth through it. Apprehensively she turned towards her unexpected fear.