Summary: Payton finds out Hadley, his best friend, just got out of an abusive relationship.

Hadley POV
   "Hey, Hadley, you okay?" Payton asks over the phone. He doesn't sound tired or like I woke him, which is surprising considering it's almost 2 a.m.
   "Just wondering what you were doing?" I kick a rock down onto the road as I walk down the sidewalk to the park.
   "You were just wondering what I was doing...at 2 in the morning?" He is obviously skeptical.
   "Yes?" I squeak.
   "You are literally the worst liar ever. What's up?"
   "I was just wondering if you could maybe pick me up from somewhere because I'm closer to your house than my house and my car is at home." I wait nervously for his response.
   "Uhm, hold on a second, will you?" Payton asks.
   "Sure." I can hear him yelling something to someone else. They yell something back. "Yeah, but one of my friends said he wants to come and get a milkshake from that 24-hour diner. How about we get you first and then all go?"
   "Sure, that sounds fine." I smile.
   "Okay. Where are you at?" I hear some moving and a door close on the other end of the line.
   "That old park down the street from the elementary school." I finally make it to the park as I say this.
   "Okay. We should be there in like...5 minutes?"
   "Okay. Thanks Payton," I say.
   "Yeah. No problem. Bye." He hangs up the call and I put my phone in my purse. I blow into my hands and rub them together, trying to get warm. I'm wearing a short, thin, sleeveless dress that doesn't keep in heat very well. I sigh, figuring I won't get warm any time soon. I start to make my way to a swing, but a cut in my leg causes a sharp pain and I collapse with a groan.
   I lay there on the ground, shaking from the pain and cold.
   "Breathe, just breathe," I whisper to myself. I start trying to get in a sitting position.
   "Hadley?" I hear Payton yell. I look over and see him and another guy running over.
   "Uh, hey," I mumble, trying to push myself up.
   "What the heck happened to you?" he asks, kneeling down next to me. The other guy stands.
   "Uh...uhm...nothing," I mutter. He puts his arms around my waist and slides me up to a sitting position.
   "Then why are you bleeding everywhere? You literally have blood running down your dress." He glares at me, waiting for an answer. "I thought you said you were at Derik's house."
   "I-I was."
   He looks at me with a confused face. "Then how did this happen?"
   "It doesn't matter." I put my head in my hands.
   "It sure as heck does. What happened?" Payton asks again. I shake my head and start to cry silently into my hands. "Hadley, would you please just tell me what happened?"
   I begin to shake in fear. I haven't told anyone in the past 8 months what has happened, and to tell my best friend what happened tonight? That's going to take a lot of courage I don't have.
   "Hadley?" he whispers. "What's going on? Did he hurt you? Derik?"
   "Payton, I-I..." I begin in a whisper before shaking my head. I don't think I can tell him.
   "Hey Chase, do you think you could give us a minute alone?" He turns to face the other guy. I hear his footsteps retreating back to the vehicle.
   "I'm sorry, Payton. I'm such a wreck," I mutter into my hands.
   "No, no, it's fine. Take your time." He smooths my hair back behind my shoulders. "You cold?"
   I nod. He takes off his jacket and wraps it around my despite my protests that it's his jacket and I'll get blood on it.
   "So...was it Derik that hurt you?" Payton asks softly.
   "Uhm, him and some friend he had over." I look away from him. "They were both drunk."
   He draws in a breath sharply. "What were they doing to you?"
   I shake my head and cover my mouth with my hand to keep in the sobs stuck in my throat.
   "Hadley, what did they do to you?"
   That question breaks me. I start sobbing in a full blown anxiety attack. I've had a few minor ones in front of Payton before, but not like this. He seems somewhat startled as he pulls me into a hug, an attempt at calming me down that he normally tries. It takes awhile-15 minutes maybe-for my attack to subside.
   "Hadley, will you tell me what they did to you?" Payton whispers gently into my ear as he rocks me back and forth in his arms.
   "They, um, they were drunk. Both of them." Payton nods for me to keep going. "And they thought since they weren't old enough to go to the strip club downtown to have me take all my clothes off for them." Payton sucks in a breath. "And then they b-beat me up pretty badly and handcuffed me to his bed."
   "Did they do anything else? While you were on his bed?" I can see him biting his lip, which he does when he tries not to cry. "Did they touch you?"
   I burrow my head into his neck and shoulder. He tugs the jacket around me tighter and keeps rocking me.
   "It went on for hours. They kept taking turns doing it. And they kept hitting me or choking me." I look up at him. He has tears rolling down his face. "That's it. They r-r..." I trail off. I'm not saying this in front of Payton. He better get the point by now.
   "They raped you?" he whispers. Tears keep pouring down his face as he hugs me tighter. He buries his head into my hair. "Oh my gosh."
   "I'm sorry I didn't tell you sooner," I say softly.
   "What were you going to do? Call me while they were doing it?" He lets out a broken laugh. "Don't be sorry."
   "That's-That's not what I meant, Payton." He looks down at me. "They've done it before."
   "What?" he wheezes. He's crying so hard right now. I wipe some of his tears away with my hand. "How long?"
   "Well, the first time was about 2 weeks after we got together. Then he kept doing it and started inviting people over." I look up at him. "He said he would kill me if anyone found out or if I left. I was so scared for those 8 months." I shake my head. "I was so scared."
   "Oh, baby." I wrap my arms tightly around his neck. He rubs my back in circles. "Oh, Hadley."
   "Then he threw me out the door. He physically threw me out because he decided I wasn't pretty enough." I recall the memory of my back hitting the hard ground. "But it was my out of the relationship."
   "Hadley," he whispers into my hair. "Oh, Hadley. I'm sorry. Gosh, I'm so sorry."
   "Don't be sorry. It wasn't your fault." I shiver in his arms as a large gust of wind blows by.
   "We should get you home so you can clean up. The guys wanted to go get milkshakes. We were planning to all meet up there. You still want to come? They all want to meet you." He smiles at me.
   "Sure. Yeah, that sounds nice."
   "Okay." He smiles again. "Let's get going, then." He wraps an arm under my shoulders and under my waist, lifting me up against his chest as he stands.
   "I can walk myself to the vehicle."
   "You don't look like you feel well, though. We found you on the ground, anyways." He pulls open the door and sets me in the back. "Oh yeah, this is Chase. Chase, this is Hadley."
   "Hey." I smile up at him.
   "Hi." He turns around to greet me as Payton gets in the driver's seat. "We should be friends."
   "You do realize talking like that scares people away, right?" Payton asks.
   "But we were bonding." He looks back at me and mouths, 'we were bonding,' while pointing between us. I smile and nod. "So, where we going?"
   "Hadley's house, then to get milkshakes," Payton replies.
   "Okay." Chase smiles happily.

Part two coming soonish? I want to do part two's to a lot of them. This one took a bit because I rewrote it three times so sorry. If anyone has ideas for any oneshots, comment it here. That'd be kewl.