Seated at the table I was sick to my stomach especially how Tom and Chris got along, they were two different men to me. Watching them laugh made me lose my shit right there and then. Coughing every time they would laugh loudly and talk about a project they worked on. Tom would often squeeze my leg noticing how quiet I was playing with my food. I excused my self from the table, Tom looked at me his expression questioning were I was going.

"Im just going to the bathroom". At this moment I really just wanted to text Maddie, to vent to her. She would be the only one to understand and probably make a joke of the situation. Walking into the hallway were the bathroom was I rested against the wall, pulling out my phone and swiping through Instagram in attempts to de-stress.

Feeling a presence behind me I jumped, turning around to see Chris stood there, he smiled at me, making goosebumps rise on the surface of my skin. Clearing my throat I gave him a weak irritated smile. About to walk around him to go back to the table he stepped in front of me, further making my anxiety go up. "Your'e so tense today Eva". Is this mother fucker seriously serious right now.

"I don't know what your'e talking about", I say, crossing my arms,

"Come here", Chris says, reaching out to hug me. It was obvious the bastard was drunk, I could smell the beer all over him.

"Please don't", I say slightly pushing him back.

Chris stands with his arms out after pushing him. He immediately begins to sniffle, starting to cry. I stood there shocked, Chris had always been a sad drunk, making stupid 'mistakes' and apologizing after saying he didn't mean to.

"I love you so much Eva", he said wiping his tears. Standing there confused I just wanted so badly to get out of there. Chris who is now walking towards me staggering wraps his hand me pulling me into a hug. Felling his hands wrap around me tighter I just wanted someone to come break this up so badly, but I could hear Tom and my mom laughing and chatting from the distant.

"Eva, I love you so much. baby, your'e growing up so fast, and look at you bringing home other men. Did I not love you enough", Chris sobs into my hair. Standing there attempting to pry the drunk man off of me.

"Your'e fucking crazy". I whisper under my breath.

"Can't you forgive me Eva". Chris says, finally pulling away.

"I could love you better than any one could, Eva". Chris pulled me in by my chin forcing a kiss on my lips. My eyes grew, I could't believe what was happening. It was happening all over again, I was a kid again and there was nothing I could do about it. No matter how much I say it would never happen I found myself helpless around him.

"Get the fuck off me, you psycho". I push Chris away, causing him to fall back drunkenly catching himself.

"I-I sorry I don't know what that was". Chris said attempting to hold me.

"Don't fucking touch me, you perv. You keep doing this to me, and it's making me crazy". I say the tears welling up in my eyes.

"Eva please, that man can't love you, I suppose he didn't tell you he had a fiancee right?".

"Don't let the British accent fool you Eva, if Im a perv he's a perv too. Men are all like this Eva, just let your dad love you". The tears that brimmed my eyes finally ran down.

"You're not my fucking dad".

Pushing past Chris I run out to the dinning room. Catching Tom's eye, running passed him out the door and into the court yard garden. Tom noticing me followed me out into the backyard. Slowing down and turning around to see Tom worriedly asking me what was wrong.

It took awhile for me to calm down, we sat in Tom's car just outside of the estate. My mother had told Tom that I was just being dramatic and that I was angry that the attention wasn't on me. Tom didn't argue, just nodded and said goodbye to my mother. We sat quiet, Tom squeezing my hand every time I sniffled.

"I promise I don't cry like this all the time". I turn to him with my puffy eyes.

"You can cry around me Eva", Tom said holding my face.

"And you don't have to tell me what's wrong, I noticed your mood change immediately we sat at the table". Tom had a way of putting pieces together, one thing about him was that he silently observed and with those few moments he could tell what was wrong.

Turning to Tom torn on whether to tell him that his former coworker abused me.

"Remember, we don't have to talk about it".

"No, It's just that. That house...Chris and just everything. It just steers up bad memories for me". Off course I wasn't gonna tell him the full story. That secret was one that I planned on going to the grave with. Being that I tried to hint it to my mother ad she brushed it off.

"Im not so perfect myself Eva, we all have problems, growing up like this you tend to blame everything on yourself. Turning to Tom I contemplated asking him about his fiancee, how would I bring it up. Was it too soon, did I sound desperate?

"You know I had a fiancee once...it didn't end well. She was unfaithful, but that's not the point. It's that I find it hard to open up to people, but then I fall for them as hard".

"We're a mess". I turn to Tom managing to make out on a smile.

"Aren't all english major's, we indulge in other peoples lives hoping it would make meaning of our own. Sometimes getting lost in a fairytale that's doesn't belong to us". Tom said caressing my face. We kissed, and it made up for the entire day. The kiss wouldn't automatically heal our 'trauma' but it sure did help kissing someone who you were so passionate about. I was passionate about him, didn't quite know what it was about that was so easy to like, or to love.