Hello! 10- days to SUMMER HOLIDAYS! I have loads of free days because of teachers getting ready for the new school year and I'll be at my cousin's wedding as a bridesmaid and going to on holiday for four weeks, so pretty packed schedule! I'm updating at soon as I can. x
Right now, I was downstairs eating breakfast with my Mom, Tim, Cornelia, Jesse and Alice. We were having a big discussion on what mine and J's plans for college were. I didn't really think about college because I wanted my album: L.O.V.E and my record label, Xtraordinary, to rise. I was pretty much booked for a busy year. Nate was going to a couple of countries to promote his and his brothers' new album so I'll miss my boyfriend on my birthday. I turned the TV on to Hot Tunes and a story about my family came up.
"Cornelia Wynwood, daughter and sister of Rebecca and Caitlyn, has been spotted around town and seems to have gained some weight. It's either the skinny bunny has let loose or something happened in the special week called 'Honeymoon'. A source tells us that Cornelia, 25, had been talking baby names and shopping for baby stuff with mom, Becca. When we asked Tim Stacy, actor, 26, about if he and wife were expecting, he replied with a 'No Comment'. Seems like they have some big secret that they aren't telling the world."
Cornelia laughed at this and she turned to me. "See? I'm suddenly fat to everyone!" She laughed again. I was really confused but smiled none-the-less. Weird to-be mother's thing? I don't know. Oh, now it was about me and Nate.
"Has Nate Gray of Connect 3 and Caitlyn Wynwood got back together? Since the Wynwood-Stacy apartment blew up in flames and left Cait, 18, hospitalised, they have seemed to get closer. Is America's sweetest couple number 2 back together? We have yet to be heard from both parties. Meanwhile, seems like couple number 1, Smitchie, aged 18 & 21, have relationship problems. They have been seen drifting apart and arguing in public. Mitchie Torres, full name; Michelle Torres, is going on her World Tour very soon leaving behind boyfriend Shane Gray, big brother of Nate, 19, who is going to other countries to promote his and band's new album. And we shall not forget sweetest couple number 3, Jara. Mara Paves, 19, girlfriend and best friend of Jason Gray, 24, (Oldest out of C3) and Caitlyn and Mitchie, has accepted being C3's new bassist. The Chinese down-to-Earth bestie of superstars and socialites Mitchie and Caitlyn, has said that she needed 'a new scene' and decided to join her boyfriend and friends and 'rock that stage' as she put it. Seems like paradise for one couple but Hell for the other two.
Rebecca Wynwood and announced that daughter Caitlyn Alice had a twin and the Wynwood family have been reunited with the twin, Jesse. Jesse and older twin sister, Caitlyn had been spotted walking to the supermarket to shop for groceries. We all knew that nearly 19 years ago, Caitlyn was born with a twin but the twin was sent to be adopted. We hope that the family are settling well with Jesse and that Caitlyn learns to not hog the spotlight too much.
And socialite and sister of actor Tim Stacy, Theadora Stacy, 18, was seen with boyfriend Roy Harper, model, 19, at Malibu beach. The socialite let some light on how life was without father, Robert Stacy, billionaire and owner of the Stacy World. She said that ever since her father died, her big brother, Tim, had been the male model in her life. Since her mother, Moira, got remarried, she had been drifting away from her big brother and went into some depression. She would not come out of her room for days and only survived on the water she got from her bathroom sink. It's exactly 6 years since Robert died (17th July) and the Stacy family and friends are going to Robert's grave which is based in the backyard of the Stacy Mansion. So that's all for now! I'm Jessica Bonne and this is Hot Tunes, stay tuned!"
Oh yeah, forgot to mention. We are all going to visit Mr Stacy's grave and that includes my friends and boyfriend as well. Tim and his mother had said it was ok for them to come so we were eating breakfast and driving all the way up to New Jersey to stay with Tim's family. We were meeting my friends there so we can go as a family.
"Stories, stories, stories. That's all they ever make! Lies and hopeful facts." Cornelia said, clearing up after everyone. We all agreed and I put my oxygen tube back on. I still needed to use it but I am so not using it in public.
Mom forbade me and CoCo to wear heels. Me, because I was still hurting all over and Cornelia because she was pregnant. She was only in her first trimester so it shouldn't be a problem. If you hadn't realised, the baby is due in December. I wore my black Converse and borrowed Cornelia my new black flats.
We got ready and went inside Tim's SUV and started our way to New Jersey.
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"It's so good to see you!" Moira exclaimed, hugging me and Cornelia. She also hugged Jesse who was pretty surprised, seeing that he had never met her before. "Oh, Cornelia, I watched that 'Hot Tunes' show that Theadora kept telling me to watch and they said that you have gained some 'weight'. What's that about, dear?" She asked. Cornelia looked at Tim and he smiled at her, hooking his arm around her shoulders.
"We're expecting a baby." Tim said. Moira exclaimed in happiness and hugged them both again. Jimmi, Thea and Tim's step-dad, congratulated them and hugged them as well. We heard a car pull up at the private graveyard at Thea's back-garden and I saw that it was C3's limo. I looked around for Thea and she was with my Mom, chatting. I was going to ask her to say hello but she burst into tears and my mother held her.
When the door to the limo opened and Mitchie and Mara made their ways out, I ran over and hugged them. "Hey, guys." I said, a little lower than usual. I cleared my throat and rubbed it a bit.
"Hey, Kitty Cat. How you feeling?" Mitchie asked. I shrugged and coughed a bit.
"Better. Anyway, we should start heading to the grave." I said, hoarsely as the boys got out. I hugged and kissed Nate on the cheek and hugged his brothers. They all agreed and we made our ways to Robert's grave. Thea had caught up with us and I finally greeted her properly giving her a kiss on her cheek and holding her hand as we all walked down the steep hill.
When we got there, Thea, Tim and their mother stood in front of us, holding hands. The whole ceremony took about half an hour and then everyone made their ways into the Stacy Mansion leaving Thea and I alone, near her father's grave.
I walked up to her and held her hand. She smiled gratefully at me and leaned her head on my shoulder. "You alright?" I asked, gently. She nodded and I looked down at her. She had tears down her cheeks and her face was really red. I wiped her tears away with my free hand. "Your father loved you T. He wouldn't have wanted you crying all the time. He would have wanted you to be happy." I said.
"I was only 12 when he died. It's unfair..." Thea breathed out. I gave her a look and she continued. "At least you had a dad who was there until you were 17." Thea said. I sighed and realised I never told Thea the real story about my Dad.
"Thea, my situation is different." I whispered. She looked up at me and gave me a confused look. "When my Mom divorced him 3 years ago, she left me and CoCo with him. Cornelia couldn't take it any more so she left to live with you guys. It was just me and Jacob. Things got worse each passing day and he started to abuse me. I was only 15 years old. And... and he raped me twice." I whispered the last part. Thea shot up from me and looked at me in shock.
I looked down, knowing what she was thinking. How much of a slut I was. I half expected her to run away or do something rash but she wrapped her arms around me and whispered 'I'm sorry' a couple of times. I hadn't realised that I was crying until I felt the wet patch on Thea's shoulder. We both stepped back and I wiped my tears away, sniffing a bit.
"Should we go in now? It looks like we both could use a nap." I smiled at her. She nodded and warped our hands together and we walked up the hill to her home. When we got inside, everyone looked at us and Thea gave them a small smile. "We're going to take a nap; Thea's not feeling too well." I explained before Thea dragged me out of the kitchen and upstairs to her bedroom.
When I entered her bedroom I was shocked. It had gold and red with silver border lines for the wallpaper. There was a huge bed with white and black bedsheets on them. She had a walk-in closet and two dressers. She also had a navy vanity table attached to the foot of her bed. She went over to her bed and kicked her boots off. I did the same and took my black long cardigan off and laid it on her sofa. I went back to her bed and got on. Thea soon joined me and her eyes started to droop. I stoked her hair as she fell into a deep sleep. When I was sure she was knocked out, did I sleep too.
I sighed heavily and closed my eyes. I was pretty scared of sleeping ever since I had nightmares about the fire and everything. It still affected me, deeply and most nights, Cornelia or Mom would have to try and wake me up only to jump back when they felt how cold I was. Since those nights, I slept in Mom's bed with her. I felt myself going to a heavy sleep and snuggled up closer to one of Thea's many pillows.
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I looked around, orange was everywhere. I tried screaming out to someone to help me but I received no answer. I stumbled over a fallen bottle of soap and my T-Shirt caught on flames. It was only on my arms though. I screamed and got the towel and started whacking my arms. The flames died down, leaving my arms scorched in black and my top sticking to my arms. I moaned in pain and went to open the window.
The window was stuck and I had to punch the glass. I was strong, I know... There was now a huge hole formed in the window and I wrapped a towel around my bleeding hand. I groaned in pain and used my feet to do the remaining of the job. It was not easy trying to kick hard glass while clutching your f-ing bleeding hand in a towel which so happens to be your favourite neon pink towel.
I dropped the towel and called out. Coughing and gagging, I called out for help. I got the attention of my sister and she ran off. I heard a crack and looked to where the source was coming from. I gasped and I was knocked unconscious.
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Pitch Black. Was I dead. I stood up. Everywhere was black; I couldn't really see anything. I called out for anyone. No-one answered. I looked at my arms and saw them red and burnt with blood everywhere. My clothes were black and I was barefooted.
What was going on? I felt my head and brought my hand down. Blood. Blood was everywhere now. The black room was filled with blood. All oozing right to where I was, like fire spreading. It was surrounding me, almost as if they wanted to eat me.
I tried stepping on the blood but it burnt me. I pulled my foot back in pain. I closed my eyes, wanting this to stop. I opened them again and saw that the blood disappeared. It turned into fire. There was blue, purple, orange, red and yellow flames surrounding me. It was closing up on me. I screamed as a slither of blood mixed in fire slashed my arm. I wrapped my arms and turned around, trying to be as defensive as I could.
I saw that I was failing to save myself and now the blood was a centimetre away from my feet. I gasped as I felt the hotness and I melted into a pool of nothing.
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I woke up, gasping. I saw Thea next to me, crossed legged, staring at me, frightened. "I tried calling you but you wouldn't wake up. You kept saying 'Help'. I didn't know what to do." Thea said, hugging me, tightly. I hugged twice as tight, trying to hold on to reality. I was scared, the dreams had gotten worse. I started sobbing and Thea told me that she would be right back.
A couple of minutes later, Mom came in with Thea and rushed to my side. I hugged her, holding on for dear life and sobbed uncontrollably. "What happened in your dream?" She asked, softly.
"I die." I whispered, burying my face into her shoulder. She stroked my hair and back, gently. "I was hurt and blood and fire was everywhere. The dreams are getting worse and I can't stop them, Mom." I cried. She nodded and sighed.
"I know, baby. I know." She said, calmly. "Let's get home, you need to see Dr Malick." She said. I nodded and she helped me put my Converse back on. Thea went to the sofa and gave me my cardigan. I thanked her and hugged her. We said our goodbyes and I left downstairs, holding my Mom's hand.
Cornelia spotted me and ran to me. "Hey, what's wrong?" She asked, putting her hands on my cheeks, wiping my tears. I shrugged and let Mom explain.
"Her dreams got worse." She said. Cornelia nodded in understanding.
"Urm, Tim?" She called, softly. Tim came over to us and smiled but frowned when he saw me. He hugged me and stroked my hair. "Mom needs your car to take Cait home. Her dreams are getting worse. Ask your mother if we can stay for the night." She said. Tim nodded, kissing my head and leaving the room but after giving Mom his car keys.
"I still got the car that Cait got me for Christmas here." Tim called out. Of course he did. He wouldn't ever pass up the chance to ride that car. I saw my friends enter the room and Nate rushed to me, hugging me.
"What's wrong, Caity?" He asked. I sighed as everyone looked at me.
"I have these bad dreams about the fire. It has just gotten really worse." I explained. Nate remembered me being cold last time when I was in the hospital and I was in serious pain. He hugged me tighter and kissed me, gently.
"Group hug?" Jason asked, softly. I smiled and opened up my arms as Shane, Mitchie, Mara, Jason and Nate gave me a big hug.
"Thanks Jase. I really needed that." I sighed happily, leaning my head on Jason's shoulder. He smelt good. Ha! Or was it Shane? Nate had a nice Hugo Boss smell but this was different. It definitely wasn't Mitchie or Mara because it was a more manly smell. "Hmm, one of you boys smell good." I said. Everyone gave me a weird look and I cracked a smile. And we all burst out laughing.
"Probably me." Shane, Jason and Nate replied, straightening their collars to looked good. I rolled my eyes and nodded sarcastically.
"Well, I can rule out Nate because his smell is so good but isn't this one. I smelt this smell after you hugged me." I said. Nate looked sad and pouted. I kissed the pout away and he smiled. "Either Shane or Jason but I am not going to investigate because I have a boyfriend." I said, smiling. "Right, I take this as my cue to leave before I have a breakdown." I said, hugging all of them including the hosts of the day and leaving with Becca.
The journey home was silent and I decided to sleep. Well, rest my eyes because I was scared of the dream. I tried to think about what triggered the dream. Normally it was lack of sleep and fear of fire. But I knew I was safe in the comfort of everyone. What had happened to trigger the dream.
Then it clicked. I told Thea about Jacob and the whole situation between my family and today was her dad's death anniversary. Death and past could have something to do with my dreams. In order to get to the bottom of this, I'll need to see a specialist.
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When we arrived home, I immediately when to my room to sleep. I was really tired and I couldn't hold open my eyes anymore. The lack of sleep was really getting to me and Mom sensed this so she left me alone. I tried to sleep but after endless of tossing and turning on my bed, I decided to think about random stuff.
I twiddled with my rainbow bow and sighed, cross-legged on my bed. What to think, what to do, what to make... Then I got the best idea ever! I took my bow off and stared at it. Hey...I could make a clothes line. I could do this with Mitchie and Mara and name it Rain Bow. Yeah!
I always loved owning my own fashion line! I am a neon-loving-eccentric-sexy chick. I could express my love for neon and clothes and bows and Converse. I got my notebook and wrote all the things I thought about. At least I had something to get my mind off of my boyfriend was going to be gone for a while. I sighed and finally closed my eyes, letting myself in for a uneasy slumber.
Rebecca's POV:
I went up to Caitlyn's room with a cup of tea for her. I knocked gently but had no reply. I opened the door quietly and saw that she was asleep. Just to be sure, I put the tea on her bedside and felt her head. She was normal temperature. I sighed, contently and smiled. I took her shoes off and her cardigan off too. I pulled her duvet up to her chin and patted the soft material. I kissed her head and left her room.
The moment I closed her door, my phone buzzed in my front pocket. I took it out and saw the called ID. I answered with an monotone voice.
"Can I help you, Jacob?" I asked.
"Is Cait there? I just want to talk to her." He asked me. I sighed and closed my eyes.
"No, she isn't and she doesn't want to talk to you. So please, delete my number off your contacts and stop harassing me!" I shouted, ending the call. I went through my contacts and saw his name. I deleted it, not before blocking it. I went downstairs and received another call. I groaned inwardly and answered it, sighing. "Hello?" I asked.
"Ms Wynwood, it's Kelly." Replied the caller. I smiled. Kelly was the receptionist at my dance academy.
"Hello, dear. What's the major?" I asked. 'Major' meaning 'issue'.
"Well, Mrs Whitely said that she would love for you to come down to Russia with her for the dance competition. Something about joining your two academies and dancing with passion. So can you fly out this Thursday to meet her there?" She asked. I sighed. That was in two days and I needed to take Caitlyn to a therapist. Maybe Cornelia could take her.
"Sure. Tell Rosa, I'll be there." I replied. What was I saying?! I knew I needed to be normal and I've been ignoring the academy for a while but I had my reasons. Surely my baby girl was more important? Or was she? She was 18, she could live by herself right?
"Sure thing, Ms W! I'll see you in two days then! Bye!" I replied 'bye' cheerily. I ended the call and sighed. I best get started on dinner then.
Caitlyn's POV:
I woke up at half past 7 and stretched. My sleep went better than I thought it would be. I hopped out of bed and downstairs to the aroma of...Chinese? Mom must have burnt dinner, I guess. I grinned and went through the kitchen. "What's up?" I asked.
"The ceiling. Why did you ask me that?" Mom replied, confused. I slapped my hand on my face and dragged it down. I shook my head, going to sit at the counter island.
"Mom, it's an expression." I said in a 'duh' way. Mom nodded and sat down. I looked at the table and the pots in the sink. I sniffed. No burnt smell. "Mom... why are we having a take-out?" I asked. Now it was her turn to slap her hand over her face and drag it down.
"Babe, I made dinner." She said. My eyes widened and I looked at her sceptically before trying a sweet and sour chicken.
"Who the fuck are you and what have you done to my mother?" I asked, surprised at the taste of the chicken.
"Baby, don't swear before Grace. Anyway, I am still your mother, Rebecca Wynwood and no alien has abducted me. I just got lucky." She replied. I smiled and ran to the coats closet.
"Ah ha! You have a chef in here..." I stopped my sentence when the closet was empty. I snuck up to the bathroom and opened it. No-one. My mother was just looking at me amused. "Come out, come out, wherever you are!" I shouted. No-one replied or came out. Alice came barking and I grinned. "You cook? Aw! Good doggy!" I said. Mom gasped in fake shock and told me to sit down. I poured out Alice's food and drink and washed my hands and sat back down. We said Grace and started eating.
"Darling?" Mom asked me. I looked up and smiled at her. "I have been meaning to tell you. Your Dad wants to apologise and wants us back." Rebecca confessed. I stopped eating and stared at her. Was she really handing us to her on a plate? She was not serious.
"Where's your phone?" I asked, standing up.
"Caity, please. Calm down. I deleted his number and blocked it. I told him never to contact you again." She pleaded. I went and got my phone. I looked through the contacts and stopped at his name. What was I doing? I took a deep breath and pressed 'Call'. After a couple of rings I heard a man's voice?
"Caitlyn?" Asked Jacob. I stood there, trying to say something but my throat was dry. How could it be when I had a drink before?
"What do you want?" I asked, finally getting the courage to speak.
"My family back. You, Bec, Cornelia and Jesse." He replied.
My eyes watered and my chin quivered. I scratched my head and walked around the living room, the cold marble floor making contact with my bare feet. "I'll think about it. Until then, you are to stop calling any of us and harassing us, you understand?" I asked.
"Crystal clear. Goodnight Caitlyn Alice." He said, sighing.
"Night, Jacob." I responded cancelling the call. Was it me but did it get awfully cold in here? It's July for goodness sake. How could I be freezing. My head started to ache really badly and my arms stung like mad. Before I knew it, I passed out.
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I looked around, orange was everywhere. I tried screaming out to someone to help me but I received no answer. I stumbled over a fallen bottle of soap and my T-Shirt caught on flames. It was only on my arms though. I screamed and got the towel and started whacking my arms. The flames died down, leaving my arms scorched in black and my top sticking to my arms. I moaned in pain and went to open the window.
The window was stuck and I had to punch the glass. I was strong, I know... There was now a huge hole formed in the window and I wrapped a towel around my bleeding hand. I groaned in pain and used my feet to do the remaining of the job. It was not easy trying to kick hard glass while clutching your f-ing bleeding hand in a towel which so happens to be your favourite neon pink towel.
I dropped the towel and called out. Coughing and gagging, I called out for help. I got the attention of my sister and she ran off. I heard a crack and looked to where the source was coming from. I gasped and I was knocked unconscious.
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Pitch Black. Was I dead. I stood up. Everywhere was black; I couldn't really see anything. I called out for anyone. No-one answered. I looked at my arms and saw them red and burnt with blood everywhere. My clothes were black and I was barefooted.
What was going on? I felt my head and brought my hand down. Blood. Blood was everywhere now. The black room was filled with blood. All oozing right to where I was, like fire spreading. It was surrounding me, almost as if they wanted to eat me.
I tried stepping on the blood but it burnt me. I pulled my foot back in pain. I closed my eyes, wanting this to stop. I opened them again and saw that the blood disappeared. It turned into fire. There was blue, purple, orange, red and yellow flames surrounding me. It was closing up on me. I screamed as a slither of blood mixed in fire slashed my arm. I wrapped my arms and turned around, trying to be as defensive as I could.
I saw that I was failing to save myself and now the blood was a centimetre away from my feet. I gasped as I felt the hotness and I melted into a pool of nothing.
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I awoke in a white room. I stood up. Everywhere was white. I looked at myself. My arms were normal. No scars. My clothes were white and I was barefooted. I walked around and when I would get near a corner, I was shocked. Like a electrical current was going through me. The electricity stopped for now and I sat down waiting for something.
I don't know, anything. I heard crackling behind me and turned my head and body to see. It was fire. And it was coming straight at me. I stood up and ran. I found that the room was getting bigger as I ran and ran.
I tried trying to outsmart the fire but it always caught up with me. I looked back then forward. I saw in black bold letters; 'FIRE'. I was so confused now. What was going on. I tripped on something but when I looked down. Nothing was there. The fire was catching up with me and I needed to run away as fast. Just as I was about to get up, another jolt of electricity shot through my organs. I gasped in pain and the fire caught up with me. It crawled up my leg and when it overtook my body in flames. I passed out.
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I woke up in hospital. I saw doctors above me and one put some kind of square objects attached to wires away. Mom stood at the side, sighing in relief as I blinked, taking in my surroundings. How long was I out for?
"Good to have you back, Caitlyn!" Nurse L-M exclaimed, happily. I smiled weakly at her and closed my eyes for a while, taking deep breaths.
"How did..." I started but my throat hurt so bad.
"How did you get here?" Antoine asked. I nodded and he smiled gently at me. "You passed out on your living room fall. You hit your head and you mother called me up and I got to your house as soon as I could. Then we drove you here." He explained. I nodded.
"Where's Na..." I tried to talk, but the my throat was failing me.
"Nathaniel? I called him. He's on his way." Mom said. "So is Cornelia and Timothy." She said. I nodded, happily accepting the water Chantelle offered. I swallowed the cold liquid and sighed in relief. I heard the door open and close and in came Mitchie and Mara. I smiled weakly at them and they hugged me.
"How are you?" Mara asked, taking my sweaty hair out of my face. I shrugged and sighed.
"I was getting better but the nightmares are getting worse. I really don't know what's happening to me." I confessed. Mitchie stroked my face and nodded. "What's the time?" I asked.
"Past 9." Mitchie replied. "Don't worry, Romeo will get here soon." She smirked. I raised an eyebrow at her comment.
"Romeo? Really? What about Shane? Love sick drunkie." I smiled. Mara giggled and Mitchie blushed.
"Whatever. Plus Jason is Love Bird." Mitchie said, pointing daggers at her other best friend. Mara shut up and blushed.
"Not anymore..." She whispered. Mitchie and I shot our eyes to our friend.
"What do you mean?" I asked, carefully.
"Jase and I decided to end things. It wasn't working out." Mara confessed. Mitchie looked at me, eyes wide and I'm pretty sure my eyes were wide too.
"What do you mean?" Mitchie asked, carefully.
Mara stood up from her seat and sat on the edge of my bed. Tears were falling down her face now. "Grandmother met Jason a couple of weeks ago and she didn't approve because of his age. He's like over twenty and I'm only 19, so she took matters into her own hands and we broke up." Mara said. She looked down at her hands and I pushed her chin gently so to make her face me.
"No offence, Mazz, but your grandmother is stupid." I said, truthfully. Mara laughed lightly and looked out the window before looking back at me.
"Did you call Grandmother stupid?" She said, jokily. I grinned and nodded. "Well, in truth, I can't disagree. She is stupid." Mara admitted. "Plus, Jase is a good guy but we don't have anything in common except for the fact that we both love birds. I think I'm going to enjoy being a singleton for now." Mara said, hopping off the bed and into the sofa.
"Anything else we want to confess?" I asked, looking at Mitchie in particular. She looked away and sighed.
"I think Shane and I are on the verge of a breakup." Mitchie said, tears falling down her cheeks. I sighed. Were my best friends seriously breaking up with their boyfriends?
"Look." I said. Mitchie turned to me and smiled lightly. "How many times have Nate and I broke up?" I asked.
"Millions of times!" Mara shouted. I gave her a death glare. It wasn't millions of times. Maybe million and one?
"Ok...Yeah. But not my point. My point is that we got back together and we're stronger each time we do fight and do breakup. Do you remember when I was depressed and started drinking and going out all night?" Mitchie nodded at this. "Well, I kissed someone and slept with another guy. But Nate did the same so we pushed that aside and got back together. Kinda like...anyway, we got back together. We trust each other and we promise never to do it again. It was a trust relapse, if you get what I mean." I rambled. Mitchie covered my mouth and nodded, smiling.
"It's just a trust relapse. We'll get through it." I smiled and nodded. Good. One down, one to go. Getting Mara another guy...
There's more to this chapter. This is just the start so keep reading! x