One Tree Hill

Okay well here is the next Chapter . . .

Enjoy . . . (Sorry if it's short, I'm taking some readers advice and I'm trying to DETAIL it to the point of doubling the story . . . so yeah!

Deb and Nathan:

Deb walked to the living room once she heard the door slam shut. "Nathan? Is that you?" "Yeah mom, it's me," Nathan replied, giving her a tight hug. "What are you doing here anyway?" She asked suspiciously. "What, I can't come visit my mom?" He asked, with his temper flaring. "That's not what I meant and you know it!" Deb said. She grabbed Nathan's arm as he tried to make his hasty exit.

"Look mom, I know it was a mistake coming here, I just didn't know where to go!" Nathan scrunched his eyes shut. "What's wrong Nathan?" Deb said, seeing a familiar glint of despair in Nathan's eyes.

Nathan looked down at his shoes as he spoke. "Me and Lucas . . . had an argument last night, he was getting things on Dan that could sink us all . . . I told him that we weren't brothers anymore!" He looked up when he heard Deb gasp. "Look mom I know it's bad . . . I've been trying to find him to apologize, but no one has seen him!"

"No Nathan, it's not that!" Deb spat out. "Lucas has been missing since last night, and Karen called this morning to tell me that she said some really hurtful things to him . . . she had a bad feeling that something happened. Lucas was supposed to meet Peyton at Tric last night but never showed up."

Nathan looked at his mom with wide eyes. "Why didn't you call me? I need to get everyone to help start looking . . . how many people has Karen called?" Nathan shot the words from his mouth, feeling even guiltier than he had before. At that moment an odd feeling pushed it's way into Nathan's consciousness. Pain, so much pain. It was then that Nathan realized he might be feeling what Lucas was feeling.

Deb watched as horror made itself known on Nathan's face. "What is it Nathan?" His color changed quickly from a light red to a pasty white. "Nathan!" Deb yelled, not understanding the connection the youngest Scott was making.

Just as quickly as the connection was made, it was lost. He tried to push the thought of his possible connection to the back of his mind and his brotherly gear kicked in. "Mom, I need to find Lucas! I'm gonna go get the girls, we can get as many people as we can to help . . . you call Karen and have her call anyone she can think of . . . Lucas had to spend the night somewhere!" Nathan made his way towards the door.

And witha glance back at his mother, he smiled seeing that she had picked up the phone and was already dialing Karen.

Lucas:

Lucas's heavy eyes opened, only to find he was still in the same place . . . handcuffed to the metal latch gate. He had been coming in and out of consciousness for what seemed like days, but he knew better, and at best it had only been a few hours.

The tape was still securely muffling his every attempt to call for help to anyone who passed the alley. No one would find him; he was too hidden for anyone to 'accidentally' stumble upon him.

His limbs had become numb a long time ago; he was still so dizzy and tired. Lifting his head up anymore was too much of a chore, so it stayed heavily upon his blood-drenched hoodie.

Sometimes he hoped that maybe his heart would stop beating, the pain was flaring up again. If only . . . he quickly brushed every new idea that he had for escaping away. The last idea had confirmed to him that he really did have a broken arm and raging fever.

At least the nausea was gone, but since that sensation was gone other ones had taken its place. One of them was in his newly broken arm; it felt as if thousands of needles were being forced into his soft skin.

Lucas had to work hard to keep his breathing under control, every now and then he would start to breathe shallowly. And if that kept up he might stop breathing for good. It was at that point that Lucas promised that he would never take water for granted again, because for the first time in his life he wanted to so badly quench his fierce thirst.

As the hours past, Lucas's fevered mind worsened, and he was beginning to take on a new type of delirium. The older Scott would think someone was calling his name, but when he finally found enough strength to open his eyes he would still be alone and broken.

Somebody please find me! Help me! Lucas's mind screamed out. I don't even care who finds me; I just want to go home!

Anger shot through Lucas when he replayed the past days events in his mind. I bet no one even knows I'm gone, even if they did they're probably all celebrating! Lucas kept reminding himself.

The sun still beat heavily down upon him, making his temperature increase. But as Lucas feverishly talked to himself he didn't even realize that someone was standing over him.

Should I continue? hmmmmm . . . .