Chapter 3

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What in the holy hell is Nathaniel's problem?
---/Time Skip\---
{Home Alone}
I skipped to the door as the bell rung. I opened it to see a drenched Nathaniel, thunder and rain as the background.
He stepped inside and took off his shoes.
"What are you doing here?" I ask, narrowing my eyes.
"I was locked out of my house."
"Fine...I'll give you a T-shirt and boxers." I quickly got him a white wife beater and blue plaid boxers, giving it to him.
I waited for Nathaniel to get out of the bathroom. He soon came out and we go upstairs to my room.
"Where will I sleep? I don't wanna sleep on the couch." Nathaniel looks at me.
"I'm sleeping on my bed." I simply state before continuing, "What was your problem a few ago? Tell me, because Lordy you had some nerve." I sigh.
"I don't know what to do. I don't know how to repay you to show you I'm truly sorry." Nathaniel looks down in shame, then his head goes up and he look at my lower face.
Soon, I feel his lips on mine. I try to push him away, but his strength is too much as he pins me to my bed. I am helpless.
He soon gets off and rubs his face.
"I messed up...Oh my god I messed up again. I'm sorry mother..." Nathaniel mumbles as he sits in the corner.
"A-Are you okay?" Suddenly I feel concerned and quite scared. Mother? Messed up again?

"I-I'm sorry..." Nathaniel sobs.

I rush over to him, quite frightened at his sudden actions. I pet his back repeatedly, trying to comfort him. Then, Nathaniel pushes away and rocks back and forth slowly.

"Nathaniel...relax. Why are you acting like this?" I ask.

"I have a disorder; mental illness." He stated.

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