I lay on the ground, holding my nose, trying to determine if it was broken, whenever I felt Megan fling herself on me and start swinging more punches.

Now, I'm not a fighter. I never have been, and I never will be. So what did I do? I started screaming for help like a crazy person.

I bet the neighbors loved that.

I hoped that someone inside heard us through my screaming and Megan yelling, "It's not fair!" over and over again.

The sliding glass door opened up and I saw Logan, Kyle and my parents rush outside while the other guests gathered around the door to watch.

My dad and Kyle managed to pull Megan off of me while Logan pulled me up and into his arms. If I didn't know any better, I'd say that Logan would've gone after Megan and gave her a taste of her own medicine.

"Megan, I think it's time that you left." My mom said.

She roughly shook free from the mens' grips and left, but not before spitting at the ground by my feet.

Everyone watched as she walked inside the house, avoiding all eye contact and slamming the front door shut.

"Are you okay?" Logan asked me.

I wasn't really sure. I didn't want to talk to anyone, so I just hid my head on Logan's chest and let a few tears escape from my eyes.

I guessed that Logan knew I was crying, so he started walking into the house and pretty much dragged me along with him. I listened to everyone saying they were sorry and how terrible that was, but I didn't speak to anyone.

We walked upstairs and into the bathroom while I heard my parents kindly telling everyone to leave.

Logan shut the door behind us and I sat on the toilet, placing my head in my hands. I could sense that he was sitting in front of me, but I stayed put.

"Audrey, you need to let me see your face so I can clean it up."

I shook my head in defiance and heard him sigh. "Please, baby. I'll make it feel better."

I knew I was being stubborn, and as a nurse, I also knew that I needed to make sure it wasn't broken. I sniffled and slowly pulled my hands away from my face. I looked at Logan and he smiled.

"There's my girl." He said.

I sniffled some more as tears dripped down my face. Logan stood up and kissed my forehead. Such a sweetie.

He got a rag from the cabinet and ran it under the water while I softly checked my nose. I didn't feel any cracks or anything out of the ordinary, so I concluded that it wasn't broken.

I heaved a sigh of relief and pulled my hair back from around my face so my hair wouldn't get bloody or wet.

Logan grabbed the rag and slowly began to clean off my face. The water felt nice on my face and I had stopped any little tears from escaping my eye lashes.

"Does it hurt?" He asked.

I shook my head. "The only thing that hurts is my head and heart."

He looked at me confused, "Your heart?"

I sighed. "Yeah. I always thought that she would be one of those friends that I could always keep, not throw away. And I was only trying to say I was sorry, I didn't expect her to hit me."

"Babe, you aren't throwing her away. She threw you away. If she was too blinded by jealousy to see what a wonderful person you are, then that's her own fault. You had nothing to apologize for."

I looked down, "I guess you're right."

He smiled, "Good. So, how hard did she hit you?" He asked, examining my face.

"Well, my nose isn't broken. That's a good thing."

"Yeah, it is. I say you'll just have some bruising around your nose and eyes for a few days but that's all."

I stood up and looked in the mirror. I was already starting to bruise around my nose and under my eyes, where the dark circles usually are. My eyes were bloodshot and my makeup had been smeared around my eyes, making me look like some kind of crack whore.

I kind of laughed at the sight, and shook my head.

"What's so funny?" Logan asked, wrapping his arms around my waist.

"I look like a crack addict." I said.

He chuckled and shook his head, knowing what a nut I am. "Why don't I go downstairs and get you some pain killers?"

"Awesome. Thanks."

He smiled at me and left. I looked back in the mirror before I walked into my old room and took out some pajamas and changing into them before crawling into bed.

Logan came in with my pills and a bottle of water. I thanked him for the pills and took them with half of the bottle of water.

Crying makes me thirsty. Told you I'm a nut.

He went to change his clothes and I laid my head down on the pillow. I kept replaying the whole scenario in my head.

I can't believe how hard she hit me. I mean, I guess she did play softball in school but she would seem like the type to slap instead of punch.

The bedroom door opened and my mom poked her head in. "How ya feeling?"

"Just fine." I replied.

"Honey, "I'm sorry about what happened." She sighed.

"Mom, it's okay. Nothing's broken. I'll just remember to avoid Megan in the future."

She walked towards me and gave me a hug. "That's my girl."

She kissed the top of my head before walking out the door. "I love you, baby."

"Love you too, mom."

Just as the door was about to close, Logan opened it back up and slipped in and closed it again. He climbed into bed with me and I turned out the light from the lamp.

We kissed goodnight and he wrapped his arms around me. The only thing I wanted right now was sleep. I could tell that Logan knew that because he wasn't trying anything tonight. Not that I would've minded.

I closed my eyes and drifted off to sleep as I heard Logan whisper "Goodnight, Audrey." in my ear.