Chapter 4 - Vows of a Non-sibling

--Naley Residence--

---General's POV---

"Oh hot damn, this is my jam. Keep me partyin till the A.M. Ya'll don't understand, Throw my hands in the aeyer aey-aey-aeyer" the home of the Tree Hills golden couple was now turned into a full fledge dance party.

Little Jamie Scott was currently teaching his dad, Nathan, how to dance. Jamie was good--Nathan? Not so much.

"Daddy you can't do the chicken dance to any song," Nathan continued hopping around and shaking his butt. Nathan had just jumped on the coffee table when his wife walked in.

"Nathaniel Scott, what on earth do you think you are doing on my coffee table?" said a very amused Haley.

"I'm gettin my swerve on!" as soon as the words left his mouth the entire family bubbled over with laughter. The joyous moment was soon interrupted with the ringing of Haley's phone. Looking at the caller ID it flashed Tigger. Brooke.

---Haley's POV---

"Oh my God, Brooke you have to see what your dear godchild has taught his father. Where are you anyway? You were supposed to be over a half an hour ago," I said laughing as Nathan tripped over his footing for what felt to be like the fifth time.

"Umm...hello is this Haley Scott?" a voice I didn't recognize. It's a man but why would he have Brooke's phone and why would he call me?

"Yes this is she. Who is this?" I knew something was wrong. Brooke doesn't just let anyone use her phone.

"Mrs. Scott this is Julian Baker I'm calling about your friend Brooke." Mystery man spoke with a pained tone. I don't exactly know what he was calling about but something in my heart told me it wasn't good and that Brooke was in trouble.

"What happened? Is she okay? Where the hell is she and why do you have her phone?" I was immediately concerned.

"Brooke was attacked tonight and brutally beaten when I found her. She has been admitted to Tree Hill Memorial's ICU. I found her phone with the rest of her things and thought she should have someone she knew with her here," whoever this guy is he obviously cared.

Oh God No. I couldn't breathe. "I'm on my way." I said upon receiving strange looks from Nathan.

"Haley what's going on? Was that Brooke?" Nathan had such concern for the brunette he considered a little sister.

"Brooke...Attacked...Hospital...Go..." I said between sobs. Pushing past my husband

I began looking for my keys I had to get to the hospital she shouldn't wake up alone in that damn place.

"HALEY WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT?" Nathan yelled. The concern and decibel of his voice snapped me out of my trance. I turned to look at my husband the fear of the unknown shining in his eyes.

Turning to my now very quiet 5 yr old," Jamie can you go show Nanny Deb that cool new dance?" I said in voice I couldn't believe was my own. It sounded so shaky.

"OK mama." He took off down the hall.

Putting all my attention on my husband I gathered my wits about me. How do you tell the love of your life that his little sister, for all intensive purposes, is in the hospital after being attacked?

"Hales you're really starting to scare me now. Is Brooke ok?" he asked taking a step towards me.

Taking a deep breath, "Nathan, there was a break in at Clothes over Bros."

"Shit, Brooke is going to be so upset. She worked so hard to open that store…."

"Baby, that's not all…Um, there was an attack at the store," Oh god this is so hard, I thought to myself.

Nathan rubbed a hand down his face, "Was it Millicent? Mouth is going to-"

"It's Brooke," I whispered.

He's not saying anything. I'm not sure he heard me so I prepare to say it again when he walks to kitchen. When he returns he walks over to me grabs my hand and we walk out the door.

He doesn't say anything as we get in the car. I know my husband and this has scared him to his very core. Brooke has been the only constant in his life since before he was born.

It is silent in the car. All I can do is pray that my friend, our sister, our everything is okay.

Please God, let her be ok, I silently pray.