Author's Note: Hey! Okay, so I know that I have a bunch of fics on the go already, but I just really wanted to write this. I can't promise that I'll be able to update that often, but you guys might not even like it so it doesn't matter.

There isn't much that needs to be explained, it gets a little clearer as you go on. The only thing that needs to be said is that it's AU and that Nate and Luke are brothers. Please, reply if you think I should continue.


--In some families, please is described as the magic word. In our house, however, it was sorry.--

Haley James let out a huge sigh as she looked around her room. She hated it in there. It didn't feel right, like something was missing. Something was missing, her sister. Haley had to laugh at the irony of the situation. When she was growing up in this house with her twin sister, their parents had forced them to share a room in an attempt to make them best friends. At first, they hated it, always fighting over the littlest things, but soon the fights became fewer and further apart.

They would never admit it to their parents because that would mean that they were right, but they really were best friends. Over the years, they became somewhat of a support system for the other when it was needed. When Tanya Davidson beat up Haley everyday in the sixth grade, her sister was the one that comforted her and stood up for her. Or when their father yelled at one of them, they always sought comfort in each other's arms.

Haley looked around the room again, her room again. She closed her eyes and let the smell of alcohol fill her senses. Daddy was home. The last thing she wanted was for her father to get her alone in a bedroom, so she quickly left, shutting the door and making her way to the top of the stairs. She spotted her father standing in the doorway, trying to get his coat off.

"How was your day?" she asked, hoping to get their conversation off on a good start. Personally, she would have rather not had a conversation with him at all, but she knew how her father got if she ignored him and this was a much safer plan.

"How do you think?" he shot back, sarcastically. He finally struggled free of his coat and threw in to the floor before stumbling to the stairs.

"Did you get that promotion?" She closed her eyes and grimaced at her own stupidity. He wouldn't be drunk if he had gotten the promotion. She saw the anger flash in his eyes the moment the words passed her lips and if it were possible, she regretted them even more.

"Thomas Wilder got the damn thing," he answered, stumbling as he tried to make it up the stairs. "It's only because he's sleeping with that bitch I'm forced to call a boss."

"I'm sure it..."

"I don't have time for you," he snapped, pushing her roughly out of his way so he could get to his bedroom. Not expecting the sudden attack, Haley lost her balance and fell into the wall. Feeling dizzy from the impact the crash had on her head, she slowly slid to the ground to try and gain her composure.

Haley watched as her father looked down at her like she was pathetic before totally forgetting about her and going into his room. She flinched a little as the door slammed, but was overall grateful that he dad didn't do anything worse. She knew that once his door was shut, he wasn't going to be coming back out. She wouldn't be surprised if he was already passed out on his bed.

She brought a hand to the back of her head, checking to see if there was any blood. Surprisingly, there wasn't any. Usually, after an encounter with her father, she was almost dizzy with the amount of blood that she lost. Deciding she should get up and into her room encase her father chose to make an unexpected return showing, she pushed herself up off the floor and stumbled to her room.

--Sweet is the voice of a sister in the season of sorrow.--

She sighed in contentment when she felt the comfort of her sister's bed surround her. There was just something about being in the other girl's bed that made her feel safe, feel loved. She could remember all the nights that they spend huddled in this bed together, listening to their parents fight and argue. She missed that, the togetherness – not the fighting and arguing.

Doing what she always did when things got bad with her father, she pulled out her cell phone and dialed her sister's number. Knowing it would take a few rings for her to wake up, she waited patiently, wiping the few tears away that managed to fall down her face.

"Hel-hello?" came the sleepy voice on the other end of the phone. As soon as she heard her sister's voice, she calmed down. "Dude, it's three in the morning. Either say something or go to hell."

"Brooke?" she whispered, not trusting her own voice. Not only that, but she didn't want her father to overhear them, that's why she always made sure to use her cell.

"Hales?" Brooke asked, suddenly very awake. She waited for her sister to say something, but all she got was silence. "Haley, is that you?"

"Yeah." Haley and Brooke hadn't seen each other in over two years, but they could still read each other like an open book. Haley didn't have to say more than one word for Brooke to know what had just happened.

Jimmy and Grace, their parents, had never gotten along very well, they were always yelling and screaming at each other, but as far as the girls knew, their father had never hit their mother, just made her life a living hell. So finally after almost twenty years of marriage, Grace filed for divorce.

It wasn't a very messy one, the only thing that they disagreed on, was custody of the twins. After almost a month of court appearances, it was decided that Grace would get Brooke and Jimmy got Haley. In the interest of getting as far away from her former husband as possible, Grace moved her and Brooke to a town called Tree Hill down in North Carolina.

Both girls resented their mother for just leaving Haley alone with their father like that. Brooke had begged and pleaded with Grace to go back and get Haley, but she thought that it was silly and that Haley would be perfectly fine. She didn't think that Jimmy would ever hurt Haley, she couldn't be anymore wrong. Now, every time Jimmy would hurt Haley, Brooke was the first person she called because it seemed like she was the only person that cared.

"Are you okay?" she asked as she pushed herself up in her bed. She looked over at her sleeping boyfriend lying beside her and thanked God that Lucas slept like a log. She would have a very hard time explaining a phone call this late at night.

"For the most part," Haley answered, pulling the covers around her body. She kept one ear open, listening to make sure that her dad stayed in his room.

"I'm sorry," she whispered, slipping out of bed and moving to the door. She wouldn't want Luke to wake up and hear their conversation. He didn't know she had a twin sister, nobody in Tree Hill did. Talking about Haley was something that Brooke wasn't good at, mostly because it just got her worked up and worried about her sister. She made her way into the guest room and laid down on the bed.

"No, it was my fault," Haley told her. She always did this, blaming herself for letting him hit her. Brooke tried to convince her to stop doing it, that it wasn't her fault, but she never listened. "I should have just left him alone."

"Hales, this is not your fault," Brooke told her forcefully. "He's a jackass and he always will be. So, stop blaming yourself, okay?"

"Okay." Both girls knew that she didn't mean it, but neither said anything. They stayed in silence for a few moments.

"I'm gonna come get you one day," Brooke told her. Every time they talked, she always told her this and she still hadn't done anything about it. "I promise." Haley smiled slightly at her words, taking them for what they were, a comfort. She knew they were nothing more than that, just something to get her through the night, but a part of her always had hope in her sister's words.


"Yeah, baby?"

"Could you stay on the line until I fall asleep?" Brooke smiled at the question. She didn't know why her sister even asked anymore, they did this every time she called. Brooke would lie there and listen to Haley breathing until she was sure she was asleep. It was a comfort to both of them, Haley feeling safe and Brooke knowing Haley was safe.

"Of course."

"Thanks." The girls laid on their respective beds, just listening to each other breathing. Finally, after ten minutes, Brooke heard Haley's steady breathing, signaling that she was asleep.

"Hales?" she whispered, wanting to make sure that she was asleep before she hung up. "Baby?" Nothing. She was asleep. "I love you." She got off the bed and slipped back into her room. "Goodnight." She hung up her phone and placed it back on the dresser. At the feeling of her plopping back down on the bed, Lucas woke up.

"Brooke?" he called out, turning over to look at her. He was confused to see her sitting up. Without responding to his questioning tone, she lay back down and snuggled into him. He wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her closer. "Everything okay?"

"No," she answered quietly. She hoped that Luke was too tired to hear her, but a part of her hoped he did. Someone needed to be brave, and it was clearly not her. She knew that her sister was in trouble and all she was doing was talking to her on the phone. Haley was slowly disappearing right in front of her and she was doing nothing to stop it. She was the only person Haley had, she was counting on her and she was letting her down big time. She was in over her head, she needed help. They both needed saving.


So? What do you think. I know that it doesn't look Naley at the moment, but it will be. It might take a couple chapters, but I promise that it will appear. I can't promise that they will be the main storyline, but they will show up a lot.

So, if you think I should continue, please reply. Thanks.