Point Of View 2 [*Do not read until you've read the same chapter of ATW]

Chapter 8 Block Out The World

*Trisha*

Nate only has a half-hour break in between studio sessions today, so it's up to me to make sure he is eating and taking care of himself.  I have no choice but to door dash since Paul, aka my bodyguard, is getting his physical done before the tour. Plus... I can't seem to get over my fear of driving. Paul has been trying with me, and he's extremely encouraging, but once the panic sets in, I can't get out of it.

I ordered exactly what Nate eats, a grilled chicken salad, but he's preoccupied texting on his phone.

"What's the matter? You're not hungry?" I ask when I see Nate push his food to the side and continue on his phone.

He shakes his head and shows me his conversation with Jonah.

What the hell is going on over there?! Nate does NOT need this added stress.

"You've got to be shitting me. What was that doctor thinking? We need to get Moretti better for tour, not worse! She's not gonna be ready, Nate."

Am I the only one who sees this as a huge problem here?? Going on tour for an entire year takes a toll on the most mentally stable people. How the hell is someone like Julia going to handle the stresses? Nate shouldn't have to be worrying about this stuff. I watch Nate get up and begin to pace nervously.

"Can you please sit down and eat? You're gonna damage that heart of yours more if you don't have lunch." I tease by the reality is, I'm so nervous right now.  Nate can tell right away so sits down and forces himself to eat.

We sit in silence and eat lunch but it's my turn to be preoccupied on my phone when  I see the text come in. I glance at it. Then reread it.

[Do you think there's a chance we can meet before you go on tour? I'd like to run something by you.]

Why would Jeremy Donovan be texting me? The last time I talked to him was when I cancelled our last therapy session at the Marriott. The day I cancelled and Julia was in the room. The day he raped her...again.

[ Got a hot date waiting for you or something?]  Nate slides his phone over and then I show him the text. This is the last thing I want  to do to Nate. Add more stress.

[ Why would he contact you?]

"I'm not sure. Maybe because I was his patient? But I made it like I wasn't ever really close to Julia." 

[ I'd talk to Elliott first. I don't know if you can even have contact with the guy, being associated with me and I'm obviously associated with Julia.]

"Good idea." I begin to text Elliott to see what I should do.  I really have nothing to say to Jeremy. He leaves a bad taste in my mouth now. I don't even want to be near him to be honest.

[ I should be there with her]

Nate slides his phone over while I'm texting his publicist. I glance at it and huff. His brain is still occupied with Julia while I've got her fucking rapist contacting ME? Is he kidding me right now?

"No. You shouldn't. You should be right here working. This is why you pay the big bucks for her to go there. So they can handle her and you can work. You wouldn't go there for Cara every time she has a fucking meltdown." I admit the truth. Nate can't handle his sister and in my eyes, Julia is just like Cara. I don't know why he doesn't take a step back and let the professionals, the people trained in this shit,  take care of Julia so Nate can focus on his work.

[You're soft as a porcupine, you know that? You lack sensitivity when it comes to Julia]

I raise a brow at Nate and he does the same to me, making me smirk. I text instead of talk to put him in his place.