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

Chapter 134 & 135 Sober, Sad, and Single/Welcome To The Jungle

Just like Julia, when Cara shuts down, she curls up in a ball in her bed and tries to escape from her reality.

"I see you redecorated. Looks amazing." I hear Cara let out a sigh and sit up in bed.

"I couldn't find my favorite shirt." The girl points down at the T-shirt she is currently wearing, letting me know she did eventually find it after she tore apart her room. I laugh seeing it's an old Nate Hollan tour T-shirt.

"THAT'S your favorite shirt??" I laugh and receive a dirty look from her.

"It was his first ever concert. I got to go. It was my first time going to a concert, myself. So it was kind of cool to see Nate on stage like that."

I nod, now understanding the sentiment behind the article of clothing. I also understand she may very well be wearing it because she misses her brother. Nate doesn't visit Cara often and soon he will be back on tour and gone for months. 

Cara is sad. Nate is the only family she has in the states aside from her crackhead mother. I think seeing her is too hard for Nate sometimes. As much as he can handle Julia and take care of her, he can't handle seeing his sister struggle in the same way. I can understand that having five sisters of my own. Each with their own struggles thanks to Jackass Joe.

"It looks like you ended your detox." I change the subject and notice Cara's hands no longer tremble as she puts her light brown hair up in a ponytail. She has bangs she combs down with her fingers that make her look much younger than her age.

"Yeah. I guess."

The way Cara said it makes me think if there were drugs in this room right now, she'd take them in a heartbeat, not caring about going through withdrawals later. She is anything but healed from her addiction. Her sad eyes tell it all.

I visit Cara for a good half hour before a nurse comes in to take her to her counseling session.

"She's so sad." I blurt out while Trevor walks me down to the apartment.

"She's got a lot to be sad about.... from what I've heard at least." Mr. Moneybags replies. I call him Mr. Moneybags because even when he is in casual clothes the dude looks like a million bucks. Like Nate, it's something you just can't hide. Not only his striking appearance that gets all the female, and some mail nurses here gazes at him like he's some fucking Greek God, but he walks with this arrogance, this confidence to him. Which is still so odd to me since his personality is anything but arrogant or harsh. Either way, he bleeds "I've got money," so in my head I call him Mr. Moneybags.

"She misses her brother. Even though he is in the same damn building. Nate doesn't really give her the time of day." I continue.

"I imagine it to be emotionally trying for him to see his sister struggle with mental illness. To be honest, I don't think I would want to be her sole caretaker like Nate is forced to be. She's a handful. And he was forced into being responsible for her. I really don't know how he juggles it all."

"He doesn't." I deadpan.

Nate may emotionally juggle shit, but he doesn't do anything he doesn't want to do in life. And the shit he HAS to do he makes Trisha do for him. If he doesn't want to see Cara he will find any excuse to get out of it.

Right as I think that I swear I see Trisha and Evan walk into Jeremy Donovan's office. I squint my eyes but continue walking. Was that them or is my mind playing tricks on me. Trisha absolutely hates coming here, nevermind coming here to see Jeremy of all people. 

Weird.

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*Trisha*