"Ali?" I hear and look to my left, Miguel sitting on the other side of my bed. I can't remember when i fell asleep but i do remember mom coming into my room last night and comforting me.
I hate nightmares... this feels like one i can't wake up from.
"Hey. How'd you sleep?" I say, my voice still rough.
"Not so bad. You have another rough night?" Miguel says, helping me sit up. I nod, Miguel reaching over and brushing my tears away... i didn't even realize i was still crying. "Mom's downstairs, talking to Dad... Ali, we're not gonna let anyone hurt you again." He says.
"You were hurt too, Miguel." I say.
"Not as bad as you... Ali, i should've never called you a promiscuous little tramp... I didn't listen to you when you said that you and Ryan are just friends." Miguel says, tears falling down his face.
That's one of the things that always breaks my heart... Miguel blaming himself. I was the one who went to that club to begin with... made myself an easy target for Calderone... no, damn it, i'm doing exactly what Valerie said, i'm blaming myself!
I pull Miguel into a hug, Miguel carefully putting his arms around me. I rub my hand up and down his back as he buries his face into my shoulder, crying.
I should've been behaving better, Miguel... i'm sorry.
