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If you can't handle or just don't like to read violence, I suggest to skip this chapter or just read the last paragraphs.
Chapter 13
"You really shouldn't have remembered anything, Haley." Greg said after throwing the key to the door away and making sure the place was empty.
Haley was lying on the ground trying to catch her breath. She noticed him coming towards her before getting up quickly and starting to run away. He managed to get a hold of her hair but she kicked him hard on the shin. Haley took advantage of the few seconds he let go of her hair and went to try the door. She knew it was locked but tried to open it anyways.
Soon Greg was in his feet again. After noticing that Haley ran to the chaotic side of the room where all the lockers were. Because of some reconstruction in the huge locker room, the tall lockers were scattered around making the space seem like a maze. Haley ran frantically in the midst of the lockers trying to lose him while dodging some of the open locker doors. She stopped behind a few lockers in the middle of the room to catch her breath.
She leaned on the locker behind her and tried to breathe as quietly as possible. Her whole body was tense and her hands were shaking madly. Few tears threatened to spill but she quickly bit her lip to keep them from coming. Don't you fucking cry! You need to be strong.
"There's no point in running, bitch! The front door is locked, there's no other way out and this place is deserted! You're trapped!"
Haley could tell that he was about 5 feet to her left behind a row of lockers. She quickly circled the lockers that were behind her and started to walk as quiet as possible away from him while looking back to make sure he wasn't following. Unfortunately while paying attention to her back, she never noticed the open locker door in front of her. She hit it and the door slammed shut. Haley closed her eyes and silently cursed herself and hoped he hadn't heard it.
"Busted!" he yelled from somewhere close and started to run towards the noise.
But of course he had. And to make matters worse, Haley's cell phone that was in her pocket started to ring at the same time. Haley quickly took it and cursed herself for not trying to call anyone earlier. The caller id showed it was Lucas. She quickly hit 'answer'.
"Luke! Please, help me!" Haley yelled while running among the lockers as fast as possible.
She knew Greg could hear her so she needed to get away as fast as possible. She held the cell phone in her ear and heard Lucas yelling something to her. Haley turned around and saw that Greg was getting closer and closer.
"Luke, I'm in the boys' locker room! Help!" she yelled in the phone one last time before turning around and throwing the hard, small object at Greg as hard as possible.
The cell phone hit him in the head and he stopped to hold his head in pain for a second before looking up again. But that second was enough for Haley because when he looked up, she wasn't standing in front of him anymore.
He took a few steps forward, walked past some lockers and turned to look right where the team doctor's office was. He smirked evilly when he noticed the door closing slowly. He took a few quick steps and pushed the door open as hard as possible.
Haley was in the other side of the room in the process of trying to open the windows when he heard Greg's voice.
"Well, well, well."
Haley spun around to see Greg at the door way and froze to her spot. He was standing in front of the only door in the room. The windows behind her were not going to open. She thought about breaking the window with a chair but she knew she could never make it out on time. She was trapped.
"What the hell do you want from me?" Haley yelled. The tears were very close again.
"I need to make sure no one knows about last Friday." He said without moving from the door. "And today, obviously." He added with a smirk.
"Just let me go and I'll promise I won't say anything." Haley pleaded.
"I don't really believe you."
"I promise, Greg. You don't wanna do this. You have everything ahead of you. Graduation, college, everything! You're throwing it all away. So please, just let me go and I promise I won't say anything." She begged.
"How dumb do you think I am?" he asked.
"You're not dumb! Please, just let me go. I mean, what's your plan anyways? Kill me? Tim saw you here! You're going to jail if anything happens to me." Haley tried to reason him.
"I'm already going to jail because of last Friday."
"So, you wanna kill me? Doing life for murder is a bit different than few years for attempted rape." Haley said. Greg smirked at her.
"Who said anything about killing you? Since I'm already going to jail, I just wanna finish what I started last Friday. You see, if I'm going to jail, it sure as hell won't be for attempted rape." he said with a grin.
Haley looked at him not believing what she had just heard. He must be the stupidest person I've ever met, Haley thought.
"You know, Haley. You're pretty hot. I can understand what Nathan sees in you." He said looking at her from head to toe. Not a good day to wear a mini skirt, Haley thought. She quickly pulled her halter neck top a bit higher to minimize the cleavage.
"You're crazy." Haley said trying not to burst out crying.
"What was that?" he asked.
"Nothing..." Haley whispered.
"Just look at me. I'm hot." Greg said and pointed at his six pack. He was still shirtless and wearing a pair of basketball shorts. He then pointed at Haley's legs and then her whole body. "You're hot. What the hell is your problem?"
And he was right. Greg Smith was your picture boy of an arrogant and dumb but also gorgeous and sexy jock. He had a perfect six pack, huge biceps and that messed up surfer hair every girl loved. And yes, like most arrogant, good looking jocks, he also never had a problem scoring some dumb freshman who wanted to get to know the 'cool' people. But for Haley, none of Greg's physique mattered. Because ever since she saw a certain brunette basketball star shirtless, no one else even compared.
"It's because of Nathan, right." Greg said. "I've seen you with him. Fighting and flirting... What the hell does the guy have that I don't? A third fucking nipple?" he asked. Apparently he couldn't understand the fact that any girl would choose some other guy over him.
"Why me?" Haley asked changing the subject from Nathan to herself. "I mean, there were a million girls at that party who were already wasted and for some god forsaken reason, probably more than willing to sleep with you. Why me?"
"You just happened to be at the right place at the right time." He said. "And I was still mad at you for turning me down and making fun of my flirting."
"Your what?"
"Flirting."
Haley got a flashback of a conversation she had with Lucas few days earlier when he had asked about her tutees.
"Today, like all the other Tuesdays along with Mondays and Fridays, I have Gregory Smith a.k.a. the most annoying jock in this state. The only thing he talks about is all the freshmen he's hooked up with and how stupid I am for not 'sexing it up' with him."
"He's really that bad?" Lucas asked immediately protectively.
"Even though I have told him every time that 'I have lost my number, can I get yours' –line, really doesn't work. Jason, another tutor, was supposed to switch her 'Sweaty Fisherman' for Gregory but backed out. That bitch... Not that I blame her. Every minute I spend with him is pure torture from my part and it takes every cell in my body not to bitch-slap him." Haley said.
"Do you want me to have a talk with him?" he asked seriously.
"No, he's been actually acting different lately. Hasn't made any annoying remarks. He's finally concentrating on the learning part."
"So, that's why you stopped flirting with me." Haley realized.
"What?" he asked confused.
"I always wondered why you suddenly stopped flirting and actually concentrated on the learning. It happened the first time I tutored you after the party. You must've been afraid I would remember something so you decided to lay low, play it safe."
"Ding ding ding! Give the girl a prize!" he said sarcastically.
Haley looked at him and sighed before starting in a quiet voice.
"You know, I've been having this dream, well more like a nightmare almost every night since the party. And every time after I have woken up I've remembered a bit more about that night. I actually got as far as remembering your tattoo and your blonde hair. But what always bothered me was the fact that I greeted you in the kitchen. Even though it was a small 'hey', almost more like a nod but that always made me wonder. I was just too stupid and naive to think that it was because I knew you."
"Touching." He said dryly and took a step forward. "But I'm getting tired of the chit chat." He said rudely and moved from the door towards her.
He started to circle the table to where Haley was but she started to circle it the other way. They did that for few laps and when Greg got sick of it, he sighed in frustration and quickly jumped on the desk in order to attack from above. But before he could attack her, Haley quickly pulled him hard by his ankles and he fell on the ground with a thud.
Without checking to see if he got up from the floor, she ran from the room as fast as possible and slammed the door shut. She immediately went to the main door that led to the gym, to freedom. She tried to pull it as hard as possible but it wasn't moving. She then remembered him locking the door and throwing the key somewhere.
"Key, key, key, key... Please, god, let me find the key." She mumbled while frantically searching for the key. She looked from the floor, behind some lockers nearby. She then started to bang on the front door as hard as possible.
"Somebody help! Is anyone out there! Help!" when no one answered Haley turned to look for the key. She looked around the room quickly but suddenly her eyes stopped at the doctor's office. The door was open. She was certain she had slammed it shut on her way out.
"Oh god." she managed to whisper before hearing someone approach her from her back. Instinctively she turned around and shielded her head with her hands. Greg had launched himself at her. His body weight was too much for her and they fell on the ground, him on top of her.
"Oh, just like we were meant to be." Greg said laughing maniacally.
Haley struggled as much as she could, throwing herself from side to side and trying to slap him as much as possible. He managed to get a grip of her arms and pinned them above her head. Haley did the last thing she could and that was to knee him in the balls. Since he was lying on top of her, she couldn't really move her lower body. She finally managed to move her hip to the side and knee him.
Greg grunted in pain and let go of her hands. Remembering what Lucas had taught her about self defence, she used the advantage of having her hands freed to hit his nose hard with her palm and smiling satisfied when she heard the load crack of a broken bone. She rolled on her side and started to get up. Screaming in pain he managed to grab her ankles before she could get away from him. She fell hard on the floor, knees first. With bruised knees she got up again and ran frantically in the middle of the lockers to hide.
"You bitch! You broke my nose! You can forget about making out of this room alive! You're dead, James! You hear me, dead!" Greg screamed in pain while holding his nose.
Holding her injured, bloody knees she sat down behind some lockers. Okay, Haley. You need to think straight now. Deep breath... You gotta be smart. Running isn't obviously working so you have to hide. Lucas has called the cops already so just lay low until they get here. Just hide!
She sat still, holding her breath for few seconds, listening carefully to any sound made in the room. She heard faint steps somewhere in the right side of her so Haley started to walk the her left until she came to Whitey's office. She looked around before opening the door, slipping inside and shutting it as quietly as possible. She slowly locked the door and quickly crawled under Whitey's desk making sure she couldn't been seen through the windows that were next to the door.
She took the phone from the table and with shaky hands dialled 911. As quietly and quickly as possible she told the operator everything. The man on the other line said that they had already received a call about the same thing. Probably from Lucas, Haley thought. He also told her to try to hide until the cops came which shouldn't be more than 10 minutes. Haley hung up the phone and let herself lean on the back of Whitey's desk.
It felt like hours she sat there, under Whitey's desk hugging her knees with her arms but in reality it was less than two minutes. Haley's mind was going overdrive. Her ears were so perked that she was starting to hear sounds everywhere. She took a deep breath and told herself to stay calm. It was almost over.
Just when she thought it was finally over, she heard someone try to open Whitey's door. Her whole body went tense and her breath caught up in her throat. She didn't move a muscle in fear it might give away that she was there. She thought that Greg could just think that Whitey locked his office after him.
"I know you're there, sweetheart!" he yelled through the door. Haley shut her eyes and bid her lip to keep herself from screaming or crying.
"There's blood on the door handle." He yelled. Haley looked at her hands which had dried blood from wiping her knees. At least the door is locked, Haley thought.
"And being the smart little girl you are, you locked the door. Too bad the room you're in has windows, and the room I'm in has lots of chairs that can be thrown through the window."
Haley opened her eyes in horror and stood up. It didn't matter if he saw her or not, he obviously already knew she was in the room. She didn't see anyone in front of the window at first but then Greg appeared in front of the window carrying a heavy looking chair. When he saw Haley standing in the room, he stopped.
"Hi." He said with a smile and waved at her.
"Hey." Haley, not knowing what to do except buy time, said and waved back. Greg stopped to look at her with raised eyebrows.
"You really are a geek." He said before throwing the chair through the glass.
Haley snapped out of her shock and duck down so she wouldn't be injured by the small pieces of glass. She got up and looked at the door. Greg was jumping over where the window had been. He landed on his feet inside the room and kicked some glass away from the floor.
"Give it up, James. You're so dead!" He said with a mean smirk.
"Please, don't do this." Haley begged in a quiet voice while backing down until her back hit the wall.
"It's too late. If you hadn't been such a fucking female Rambo about this, I would've let you live..."
"Please!" Haley begged but Greg was ignoring it.
"...but being the little bitch you are, I'm gonna kill you. I'm already going to jail. It doesn't matter for how long."
"You're ruining your life. You can still have a future. Please, Greg." Haley pleaded.
"I know I'm dumb enough to need tutoring but I'm not dumb enough to let you leave this room." Greg said. "So, say your final prayer."
"Please..." she said quietly. She couldn't help the one tear rolling down her cheek.
"Aww, are you crying? How sad." He said sarcastically. Haley quickly wiped it away.
Pleading was obviously not working. It was time for Haley to change strategies. She just needed to hang on until someone came to her rescue. It was bad enough that she was probably going to get killed but now Greg was just making fun of her.
Haley narrowed her eyes in anger.
"You know what, Greg. I'm getting pretty sick and tired of you." She hissed.
"What?" he asked shocked. He was expecting her to plead or cry, certainly not give him attitude.
"Ever since I started tutoring you, nothing good has come. You're the stupidest tutee I've ever had and that's including Michael Crow who dropped out of high school after 5 years never making past junior class; just to end up in jail because of trying to rob a bank. With a water gun!"
"You better shut your mouth right now." he said but Haley was nowhere near finishing.
She knew that making him agitated would only make him angrier and more hostile but this way she could at least buy some time. And if it came down to her losing the battle, she was not going to go down easily. Her nickname wasn't Hurricane-Haley for nothing. And if she was going down, she would at least make as much damage as possible.
"And you know-" Haley started with a sarcastic voice "-the whole 'Europe is one sweet ass country' remark you made, has become a legend amongst the tutors. The other tutors even console their tutees by telling them that story and saying 'At least you're not as dumb as Greg Smith'. I mean Jesus Christ! You even tried to spell passion with an H!"
"Shut. Up." he said between clenched teeth.
"And you know what your nick name is amongst all the tutors? 'Forrest Gump'. The only difference is that your I.Q is lower than his!" Haley said with a smirk while leaning her hands on the desk in front of her.
"Shut the fuck up!" he yelled but Haley was enjoying giving him a piece of her mind way too much to stop.
"Ever since I started to tutor you, you've been nothing but an asshole, a complete loser and a whiny little bitch. You've been flirting with me every minute and when I turn you down, you try to rape me? And even then you didn't succeed. How fucking pathetic is that! You can't even get pussy when the girl's unconscious! You must be the most pathetic little bitch I've evr met and that's exactly what you're gonna become in prison. Someone's bitch. And you know why? Because you're a loser. Always has been and always will."
"SHUT UP!" he finally yelled and ran towards Haley.
Him attacking her was exactly what Haley wanted. Because while she had trash talked him, she had taken his attention away from her hands which had grabbed the nearest object from Whitey's desk that could be used as a weapon. So when Greg lunged himself at her, Haley stabbed him with a letter opener.
He stared at the letter opener that was sticking from his side right under his left ribs. But instead of finally defeating from the battle because of weakening too much, he somehow got an extra surge of adrenaline. With his right hand he took a strong hold of Haley's throat so she couldn't breath. She tried to pull his hand with both of her hands, but he was too strong. Never breaking eye contact or the hold from her throat, he pulled the letter opener from his side with his left hand.
He waved the bloody letter opener in front of her face with a malicious grin before using the back of the same hand to slap her hard.
"Any other tricks up your sleeve?" he whispered to her ear. Haley started to suffer from the lack of oxygen and Greg could see her face starting to change color.
"Oh, am I holding your throat too tight? Let me do something about that." He said and tightened the hold around her neck. Still waving the letter opener in front of her face, Haley was sure this was the end of her short life.
"You think I'm gonna stab you just like you stabbed me?" He whispered to her ear and licked her cheek. Even in the middle of struggling for air, she shuddered in disgust when his tongue touched her cheek.
"Oh, stabbing you would be too easy. Not to even mention too slow. I wanna see the look on your eyes when that white light finally takes you away." He whispered and kissed her cheek slowly because of being the little creep he was.
He threw the letter opener away and put both of his hands around her throat and started to lift her. When she couldn't feel her feet on the ground anymore, she thought they were numb but then realized that they weren't touching the floor anymore. He was holding her by her throat so her feet were few inches from the floor.
Oh my god, this is not happening. I'm too young to die! There are so many words unsaid! I wanna tell Nathan... I wanna tell my whole family how much I love them and miss them. I wanna tell Lucas how awesome he's always been. I wanna tell Nathan... I wanna tell Brooke and Peyton how much I appreciate them and I wanna tell Tim how smart he is and how far he's gonna go in life. And I wanna tell Nathan... Goddammit Haley, can't you even say the words in your head? Even when you're about to die! I wanna tell Nathan I LOVE HIM! I fucking love him!
If she had paid more attention to her surroundings, she would have heard the distant banging from the door that led from the gym to the locker room. She would've heard the door finally being broken and some people running frantically around the locker room screaming her name. And finally she would have heard the door to Whitey's office being broken and two guys running inside.
She didn't hear any of that but she saw everything. Almost like in slow motion, Haley saw Nathan and Tim breaking the door, Nathan ripping Greg off of Haley and throwing him against the wall before hitting him.
Nathan turned to look at Haley who had fallen on the ground when Greg had let go of her. She was on her knees on the floor gasping for air.
"Tim, watch him." Nathan said. Tim went to Greg to make sure he stayed down while Nathan moved in front of Haley and squatted down so he was at her level.
"Hey, baby are you ok?" he whispered while wondering if he could touch her or not. She looked so delicate and broken that he was afraid that a single hug could break her for good.
"Yes." She whispered knowing it was what Nathan needed to hear. He softly wiped the tear from her cheek with his thumb and let his hand rest on her cheek.
"Nate." Tim said. Nathan turned to look at Tim who was pointing at Greg. Greg was spitting blood and cursing while finally getting the strength to get up from the floor. And he wasn't looking too happy. Nathan's fingers curled into a ball wanting nothing more than to beat Greg again. He turned to look at Haley who was looking at her intently.
"Are you ok?" Nathan asked. If Haley said no, there was no way he would leave her side because even though Greg deserved a beating, Haley deserved Nathan near her more.
"Kick his ass." Haley whispered. Nathan looked at Haley who was finally starting to get the color back to her face.
"Are you sur-"
"Do it." Haley growled glaring at Greg. Nathan kissed her softly on the forehead and got up.
"Watch her." He said to Tim without taking his eyes off of Greg.
"Whatcha gonna go now, Nate-boy?" Greg asked with a bloody grin. Without stopping his pace Nathan walked right in front of him and hit him hard on the face. He stumbled back and Nathan looked at the tattoo on his chest, 'what doesn't kill me, makes me stronger'.
"Oh, is that what you think?" Nathan growled. "Here's a new motto: What doesn't kill you, hurts like shit." He said and hit him again. Not expecting Greg to have so much energy left, he couldn't stop the fist that connected with his jaw. Asshole must be running on pure adrenaline. Nathan thought while returning the hit.
Haley and Tim were sitting on the side watching the fight. After a pretty nasty hit from Greg, Tim was about to get up and go to his friend's help but Haley stopped him.
"He needs to do this by himself." Haley said strongly even though she was still feeling light headed. "Besides, does it look like he's losing?" Haley asked pointing at them.
Nathan was hitting Greg with all his power and if it weren't for the two cops, a young rookie and an older officer, that busted through the place and separated them, Nathan might've killed him. Or at least given him a brain injury. Which probably wouldn't have made a difference to his idiotic presence.
Haley sat in shock her mouth open a bit when the cops pulled Nathan from Tim. They were both yelling insults at each other and when the cops started to cuff them both, Haley stood up.
"No, stop! Don't cuff him!" she yelled pointing at Nathan.
Up until then, the cops hadn't really paid attention on her other than making sure she was alive. The cops took a long look at her for the first. She was biting her lip hard, even though it was already bleeding from the side, to stop herself from crying and she had her arms crossed over her chest protectively. Her hair was a mess, her knees were bloody and she had some bruises and cuts on her arms and legs. Her hands, even though they were crossed over her chest, were cut from the glass that was all over the office floor and they were shaking so violently that her whole body was trembling. But what shocked them the most, was the two very clear handprints around her throat.
"We received two emergency calls about an assault." The older cop, who was holding Greg, said.
"It was him." Haley said pointing first at Greg. She then pointed at Nathan and Tim. "These two came here only few minutes ago. They saved my life." She whispered. The rookie who was holding Nathan, released him and went to stand by Greg. Nathan immediately went to stand next to Haley and wrapped an arm around her shoulders.
"What's this?" the older cop asked when he noticed the stabbing wound on Greg's side. He turned to look at Nathan who just shrugged. It was the first time he saw the wound too.
"I stabbed him with a letter opener." Haley said. The cops looked at her surprised while Nathan kissed her temple proudly.
"The ambulance is on it's way so you can all get some medical care. Then we're gonna take your statements." The older cop said. Haley, Tim and Nathan all nodded in understanding.
"Any idea why he tried to kill you?" the curious rookie asked while the older cop glared at him. It wasn't their place to ask.
Nathan and Tim looked at Haley questioningly wondering if she was going to tell them about the previous weekend.
"He drugged me and tried to rape me last weekend." Haley said as strongly as possible. "I didn't remember it was him until now." She finished. Nathan hugged her proudly that she was being so strong.
The cops started to drag Greg away.
"You have the right to remain silent..."
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"... and then he threw the chair through Whitey's window. I tried to talk to him to buy some time..."
"... then Tim said he knew who had the tattoo and we realized that Haley was alone with the asshole..."
"... few months ago right when he got the tattoo, he was bragging about it to pretty much anyone who had patience enough to listen to him so that's how I knew he had that..."
Haley, Nathan and Tim were all giving their statements to the cops. They were still in the locker room surrounded by detectives, officers and doctors. Whitey had come back and the principal was talking to some detectives.
"... and then the two cops came in and the rest you know." Haley finished in a quiet, monotone voice and took a deep breath.
"Thank you. We're still gonna need your statement about last Friday." Claire, the female detective, said. Another cop walked up to them.
"Oh, you're not gonna believe this." He said to Claire.
"What is it?" she asked.
"Apparently the coach whose office that is, had installed security cameras in there because of thinking that some of the construction workers stole from him."
"So, we have everything on tape?" Claire asked surprised.
"With audio."
"So, we have a water proof case. This just made my job so much easier."
"Also, are you done with taking the statement?" the male cop asked. "There's a young man, who apparently called the 911, who's been bugging us for the past 45 minutes wanting to see you." The man said to Haley. "Is it okay to let him here?"
"Lucas? Sure." Haley said rubbing her head. She was still in some sort of shock of the whole situation.
"You okay?" the man asked. Haley lifted her head to look at him. She wanted nothing more than to scream 'I just almost got raped and killed. Do you think I'm okay'.
Instead she only nodded her head.
"I'm alive." Haley said quietly. Claire sent the man to get Lucas before turning to look at Haley again.
"We couldn't reach your parents from your house. Is there any other place we could call?" The detective asked.
"They're out of town, I'll call them." Haley said and bit her lip again. The whole not crying thing was starting to get harder and harder.
"Is there anything you want? Soda? Some food?" she asked.
"No thanks." Haley said in that quiet monotone voice again. The woman looked at her worried.
"You know, the school and the state offer crisis counselling. I would like you to attend few meetings." Haley snapped her head towards her.
"I'm fine." She said through clenched teeth implying her to drop the subject. The detective saw Lucas walking towards them. She gave Haley a card.
"Well, if you change your mind, here are the dates and the places for the meetings. Take care, Haley." She said and got up when Lucas got to her. Haley stood up and set the card on the chair before turning around to hug Lucas tightly.
"Oh my god, Haley." Lucas said when he saw her bruised body. Haley just hugged him tighter and tried to muffle the sob that escaped her lips.
She had always found something soothing in Lucas. Maybe it was his way of making things alright or being there for her every single time she needed it or maybe it was his mere presence. Whatever it was, it had an impact on Haley. She couldn't hold it all in anymore and started to sob in his chest.
"He was just so... he wanted to rape me... and kill me... he tried to choke me... he locked the door... I tried to buy time trash talking him... he was so mad... I fought back, I mean I kicked him, scratched him, threw him with a cell phone... I stabbed him with a letter opener and I even did that whole palm against the nose thing... I did everything you taught me, Luke... he got up every time... I was so scared..." she said between sobs. Lucas hugged her tightly, whispering soothing words on her ear.
Nathan, who had just finished giving his statement saw Haley practically breaking down in Lucas' arms. First he thought about leaving the two be, letting Lucas console her but he then realized that she needed all of her friends. Nathan looked for the nearest officer and asked him to get Brooke, Peyton and Jake from the gym which was pretty much filled with curious students, reporters and concerned parents.
Nathan then went to Haley and started to rub her back soothingly. Haley looked up to see Nathan and started to sob harder. She threw her arms around the two Scott brothers, hugged them and just let it all out.
When Brooke, Peyton and Jake joined the group along with Tim who had finished his statement, they all sat down and Haley started to tell them everything what had happened from the beginning. Every now and then someone always reached out to hug her and comfort her.
Claire Hawkins, the female detective who had taken Haley's statement, looked at the group with a smile. She reached to grab the card she had given Haley and ripped it in half. It was obvious Haley didn't need counselling. She had her friends.
And as long as she would have them, she would be just fine.
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So, there you go. :) Some might wonder why I didn't just skip the whole action part and have Nathan just kick his ass. Instead I had that whole cat-and-mouse game. I guess I really just wanted Haley to fight for her own life and shoe everyone that she's stronger than they think. And besides I have never written an action scene before so I can't wait for your reviews. :) Constructive criticism is very much appreciated. :) I don't know when I'm gonna be able to update, might be more than a week but should be less than two. :)
-Fes-