Me and my dad stayed up til 3 in the morning watching Hannibal. We laughed. We screamed. We had fun. My dad is truly one of the only people in the world that can take my kind off all the bad things.

After we were done binge eating we went to our rooms and went to sleep. Or at least my dad went to sleep. As soon as I was alone...I broke down. I never knew a silly little crush could hurt this bad. It felt like my heart was ripped out of my chest. I really liked him. And to him I was nobody.....

Maybe I misinterpreted him? Maybe he didn't mean it in that way?

But then what way did he mean it? Nobody means nonexistent, someone who is not of any significance to you.

My vision blurred with tears as I slouched down against the door. I hadn't even been able to make it to my bed before I cried. The tears wouldn't stop. I cried until I couldn't cry anymore. And though the tears came to a hault. My heart and stomach still ached.

My mind was filled with thoughts of reassurance. Trying hard to defend him. Trying to say there was reason to what he said. But then the reality of the situation would always hit me.

Tate didn't like me. To him I am, a friend of a friend. I knew that. I knew he didn't have those feelings for me. He literally said it. Then why was he acting the way he was acting today. He wouldn't let me out of his sight. He even forced me to do that stupid painting with him.

And what we were doing before his dad came in.....you don't do that with a friend of a friend. Or at least I though you didn't. Why did have to falter so easily? Just cause of some seductive words and a gentle touch I was willing to risk it all today.

And then when I met his dad....

He could've just told him the truth. That I was a friend that he was working on a project with. But instead he responded with nobody. Like I know we aren't dating but after what we did the way you introduced me to your father is by calling me nobody.

An alarm on my phone pulled me out of my thoughts. I grabbed my phone and looked at the time. It's 6. I got up from where I was sitting and made my way to the bed. I texted my dad and told him I was skipping school today. And I let sleep claim, before the tears had a chance to.

I slept most of the day. I put my phone on do not disturb

I didn't really want to talk to anyone today. I could care less who called or texted me right now. My dad came in from time to time checking up on me. Bringing me food i didn't eat and drinks I barely drank. I could hear the shuffling of his feet through out the house. I guess he was too worried to go to work today.

My alarms kept going off, I just kept ignoring. I knew that was stupid but I just didn't have the energy to care.

I could feel a sharp pain in my arm, but I ignored it. I just wanted to go back to sleep and forget all this happened.

A sudden knock at the door pulled me out of my sleep.

"Hey! You bitch! Open the door! Now!" said a very angry Becks.

A small smile graced my face and the sound of her voice made my heart leap. I got up and open the door and before she could say anything my arms were immediately around her. I held her tight and she held me back.

"Hey. Mi amor, what's wrong? What happened?" She asked worriedly as I hurried my head in her chest. She held me tighter and began to lift me. Which caught me off guard a bit, and then she back to make her way into the room. She sat me on the and shut the door behind us.

She bent down between my legs so that she was looking up at me from the floor. She sat between my legs and grabbed my hands. "Now tell me, what's going on? Tate and I have been calling you all day? I was so worried. And Tate had been in a foul mood all day."

"Good." Was all I was able to get out. I looked at our intertwined hands, and a sigh left my mouth. "I did something stupid. And it ended up hurting me in the end."

"Did something happened?" She asked in a soft probing voice. I nodded

"With you and Tate?" I nodded again.

"Wanna talk about it?" I nodded again. I began to retell her what happened and she listened attentively. Even when I began to sob through it she was patient and waited til I was done.

"I know it's stupid. But it was the first time I had ever done anything like that. And I told myself that I could deal with the consequences after but.....underestimated how much this would hurt." I said. My eyes avoided her face when I spoke to her, I don't know why. I know she wouldn't judge me but I just couldn't look her in the eye.

Her hand went to my cheek and she wiped away my tears and then she moved her hand to my chin to I was looking at her.

"You have every right to feel any way you want to feel, okay? Now, Tates relationship with his dad is very rocky. Well, all of there relationship with there dad suck. However, that doesn't give him the right to treat you the way he did. He could've handled that much better. Especially, since he knew it was your first time being that intimate with anyone. You are allowed to feel upset okay?" She said in a cool tone and pulled me into another embrace. And I returned the hug.

"I did all of that with him and I didn't even know his real name. Nathaniel....." I trailed off as another sharp pain went up my arm. I ignored it again.

She pulled back and began touching my cheek. "Yeah, he always hated the name. So he just always went by Tate."

"You said he called me." I asked. I know I shouldn't but I was curious.

"Yeah. He was asking about you. He had came to school with some new bruises. Probably had a rough training session with his dad." She said with a small smile. "Mr. M never really knew how to pull his punches, even when we were kids."

"No one though it was strange that they would come to school with bruises?" I asked

"No. Some people showed concern, but Mr. M would always be able to explain it away. He would say that his sons were training. For martial arts and stuff like that, so they were bound to get injuries. Which wasn't too far from the truth." She said with a sad smile.

"That's brutal...." Now I feel like shit for crying over all this. Those boys really had to deal with a dad like that.

"Yeah. But don't let that bother you. Despite what he's going through, he should've been more sensitive to the situation. Especially when it-...are you ok?" She asked worriedly.

The pain in my arm seemed to have gotten worse and made its way to my heart. Shit! Am I having a heart attack??

"Get. Dad." Was all I was able to mutter before my succumb to the pain. My vision began to blur as I watched Becks open the door and call for my dad. My body was weak and I barely realized that I was now on the back. My hand went over my heart.

I didn't take any of my meds all of today and I was going through one of the biggest stressors of my life. I might actually die from heart break.....I might actually die over a boy I barely even know. Oh my god I'm an idiot. How could I let someone have that much power over me.

The last thing I heard before everything went completely black was "ambulance" and then there was nothing.