Chapter Ten
Nathan paced briskly back and forth, in a very familiar house. He had been here some many times before. He wondered to himself how long Haley had been friends with Peyton. Was there even the slightest chance she knew what he had done, the pain he had caused.
He heard someone descending the stairs, he turned and was faced very fast with his past.
"Hey Peyt," Nathan said lightly.
"No, see you have no right to call me Peyt," Peyton said, as disgusted look on her face.
"I never meant for anyone to get hurt," Nathan said, as a single tear from his cheek.
"That isn't going to bring her back is it," Peyton said.
"No, your right, it's not, and that is something that I have to live with," Nathan said, unable to look at her.
"Haley is my friend, no scratch that my best friend, do not hurt her," Peyton said.
"I wouldn't think about it, I love her," Nathan said.
"The way you loved Brooke," Peyton asked.
"Do not say her name, you are to blame as much as me," Nathan said.
"Oh yeah, I was the one trying to stop it before it happened, you weren't," Peyton said.
Nathan seemed far off, and he was he was remembering that night, the night that he carried with him forever.
"Nathan we can't, what about Brooke?" Peyton asked, as Nathan kissed her neck.
"She won't find out, it will be our little secret," Nathan said, as he ran his hand up and down her back.
"I just I don't know, she's my best friend," Peyton said, attempting but failing to push him away.
"The only way she will know is if you tell her," Nathan said, kissing her lips, and neck repeatedly.
"Well," Peyton said, finally giving in.
He had been drunk and bitter, he had asked Brooke to marry him. They were high school sweethearts, and he loved her more than anything. Although no one believed him, after this stunt. They where lying in his bed, and he had his arm around Peyton. There was no denying what went on here. He heard his front door open, and he knew it was Brooke, and he knew they were caught.
"Shit, it's Brooke," Nathan said, as he tried but failed to hurry out of bed.
"What's going on," Brooke said as she entered the bedroom.
She hadn't seen Peyton yet, and Nathan was trying to hide who it was. He knew that him and Brooke would be over, but he knew she would go beyond ballistic if she saw that he had cheated on her with her best friend.
"What whore did you sleep with?" Brooke yelled trying to push past him, to lay eyes on the woman who just ended her four year long relationship.
She finally succeeded, and tears automatically fell from her eyes, as if someone had turned on a faucet.
"Peyton, why, how could you," Brooke said.
"Brooke, I'm so," Peyton started but Brooke interrupted her.
"No, you don't get the right to apologize, I can't believe you would whore around with my boyfriend, and you, earlier you were proclaiming your love, and how you wanted to marry me, and spend the rest of your life with me, you're a lying sack of shit, I hate you both," Brooke said, as she went to leave.
"Brooke wait, I can explain," Nathan said, as he chased her into the living room, in nothing but his boxer shorts.
"Oh, okay, you can explain, how you slept with my best friend, behind my back, HOW THE HELL ARE YOU GOING TO EXPLAIN THAT AWAY!" Brooke yelled.
"Well I can't," Nathan said.
"Then why the hell did you say it," Brooke asked.
"I don't know, I just, I don't want to lose you," Nathan said, grabbing her hand.
Brooke pulled it away.
"I'm leaving, not only this house, I'm leaving Tree Hill, for good, you can have your whore," Brooke said, grabbing her suitcase from the living room closet.
She went to the bedroom, never making eye contact with Peyton. She sat her suitcase down, and threw her clothes in it. She picked it back up, after filling it up, and zipped it up, and headed toward the front door.
Nathan out the door after her, only to see her, speed off, toward town. He ran down to his car, and jumped in. He started it and put it in gear faster than ever, and sped off after her.
He got a couple of miles up the road, to find a sight that would be forever etched in his mind, Brooke's car had flipped. He found out later, that she had ran a red light, and hit another car, at such an angle, that it cause her car, flipped over top of the other car, and land on the roof. Brooke had died instantly, the people in the other car, a little boy no older than ten, and his mother weren't expected to ever recover. The little boy, was still in a coma, and his mother was in a permanent vegetative state.
Nathan floated back to reality, and didn't realize he was crying, a river of tears.
"She is dead, and it's all your fault, I hate you Nathan Scott," Peyton said.
"Your not going to tell Haley are you?" Nathan asked, he wasn't ready to tell her yet.
"I haven't decided yet, but I might," Peyton said, as she stormed back up the stairs.