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

Chapter 192 Free Falling

*Trisha*

 Nate holds me close to his side while I lie next to him in bed. I had a fricken panic attack, and Jonah ended up needing to give me an anxiety pill. Why the hell does Nate pull this shit? And why the hell did he keep this news from his core group of people?

"I'm going home. It's over, Trish. I'm done."

My eyes tear up again, hearing Nate talk about ending tour.

"Say something, doll."

"So that's it? Tour is over?" I choke out between tears.

" Yes. I'm going home. Maybe someday in the future, when I'm stronger and healthier, I-"

"And home is...where?" I look up at him. "Your L.A. apartment? London? The Avalon?"

Nate pinches the tension between his eyes and inhales sharply. "I'm not sure. I mean, back to California for now. Maybe London once I'm back on my feet. I don't know yet. I most likely will be discharged in the morning."

"And I go....?" Was he even considering me? My future? Where on earth do I fit in now?

"Wherever you want, angel. Your apartment, mine...You're still gonna be my assistant, Trisha. I'm not giving up on who I am. I'm taking time off and cancelling the remainder of the tour. But I'm still gonna be in the studio, writing, making music. Maybe I'll work on my next album. Or the Safe Haven music video I've been putting off."

"Nate, do you even have a record label? What if Richard drops you because of this??"

"Then I figure it out! Trisha, I need to do this. I'm tired. Sweetheart, I'm so tired."  His eyes water, and I notice right away, pulling him into my chest to hide his face like he needs me to.

"I'm so tired." He cries and that is what breaks me. He's not enjoying tour at all, is he? He's barely getting by.

"We'll figure it out together, ok? You're not alone in this. I get it, ok?" And I do get it. I just wish it was talked about before Nate announced it to the world.

"I'm sorry. I know I've let you down."

"I just wish you had told me first, Nate. When did you decide? How long have you been keeping this from me? From everyone?"

"It doesn't matter, doll." He pulls himself together.

Doesn't matter? We tell each other everything. What else does he keep from me?

******

*James*

The repetition soothes me. Up, bend, extend, down. Up, bend, extend, down. It feels like I'm right there with Julia, doing my daily exercises. I wonder if I'll be able to walk when I wake up. Or talk when I wake up. Will I wake up? And if I do, will I remember any of this?

"I will do ANYTHING to keep you safe, James. I don't care if I have to make a deal with the devil." 

Safe? Safe from who? Joe? Is Joe in the picture? Is he fucking with my family again?

"Moretti, time to eat something." Paul's voice echoes.

"I'm almost done. Just need to do his left leg."

"Jule, why did you let yourself get close to...him?" 

Him??

"I'm not sure."

"Don't forget the things he's done to you-"

"Obviously, I don't." Shit. They are talking about Jeremy  Donovan, aren't they? Something happened.