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

Chapter 30 California Crying

"She might be pissed now but you did the right thing." Casey chimes in. "She hit her rock bottom, Nate. She could have died from OD'ing. Needing to get your stomach pumped is no joke."

Rock Bottom. How many damn rock bottoms is the woman gonna have?? 

"I should be there with her." Nate sits on the couch, and I plop down next to him.

"No, Nate. This is where you should be. Let her detox and get healthy. You have your own obligations. Like getting ready for your meet and greet event in two hours and then Concert Night 6. Should have been 7 if you performed in Berlin. We will still have to make that one up for your fans." I remind him.

"Weird not having the rest of your crew here." Evan, the youngest bandmate says while flipping through the channels of the TV. I scoff at that

"Please, you just miss Julia. I saw the way you were eyeing her, creep." I say and the kid shrugs me off.

"What. She was hot." Evan laughs and settles on a football game to keep him occupied.

"And taken..." Nate responds.

"Nobody is EVER taken. Even with vows and a ring. Shit happens."

Nate ignores the ignorant child and goes up to the catered table to grab some much-needed food. I follow along. I notice he puts chicken wings, Julia's favorite, on his plate. Nate HATES spicy food. Always has. What the hell is going through his mind right now??

"Really Nate? You'll drive yourself insane if you do shit like that." I grab a plate of my own.

"Leave me alone. If it weren't for you, she'd still-"

"Nate." Jonah cuts him off and shakes his head. I frown and quickly walk away. Nate doesn't go two minutes without reminding me of the mistakes I've made. God, if I did that to him, I'd be reminding him all day and night. But this one stung and he knows it. I feel my cheeks flush up and suddenly lost my appetite, leaving my plate at the table and heading to the bathroom.

I don't like people seeing me upset and I tend to get pretty upset when it's something Nate says to me. My eyes sting with tears and I try to dab them without ruining my makeup. It's no use. I'm a crying mess now.

The bathroom door swings open, and I don't look up, already knowing who it is just from the smell of his intoxicating cologne.

"This is a woman's room, jerk." I sniff and turn away.

"Trish, I'm sorry." The British accent fills the small bathroom. "I know it's not your fault. I don't know why I said that.

"Cuz you're an asshole, that's why..." I feel Nate turn me around and I drop my head to his chest. "You're such an asshole. I never meant for-"

"I know, angel." Nate holds me and lets me cry. "I'm sorry."

"You know I would never do something to hurt another person." I sniff again. Does he really think I'm some evil witch that purposely leaves pills around for addicts to take? Because I'm not.

"No, I know. I'm just frustrated right now because she's not giving me the time of day and I took it out on you."

"Well can you take it out on someone else from now on? Like Jonah or something. Cuz that one hurt." I finally look up into Nate's blue eyes and he nods while wiping a tear from my cheek He kisses my forehead and takes my hand.

"You got it. Jonah it is. C'mon, let's go back in there and eat."

"You eat those chicken wings you're going to die of heart burn, Hollan."

"I know.. I don't know why I did that." Nate shakes his head. 

 I don't know why either...

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