The Truth Comes Out Eventually... // Nate Maloley

Chapter 3

Nate POV

It's been exactly one week since Mads came walking through that door early in the morning looking like complete hell. She hasn't talked to any of us since she group texted us that day. To be honest she's starting to scare me. The only time she leaves her room is to get more alcohol. I don't even think she is eating much. The guys and I leave food by her door everyday. Sometimes she takes it sometimes it stays outside her door the whole day. We don't know what else to do. All she does is wake up get drunk, throw up, sleep then do it all over again the next day. I've known Mads practically my whole life and I have never seen her like this. My selfish ego is saying 'Nate this is all your fault why did you have to dump her, now she is depressed because of you' but there's another part of me saying this is way bigger than you Nate, it's serious.

I was laying on the couch watching tv when I heard the doorbell ring. I opened the door to see the last person I would have ever expected to be standing in my doorway.

"Hey Nate, long time no see."

"Dan. What are you doing here." I said surprised and mainly annoyed.

"Sam called me." Of course.

"Aye Dan, come on in." Sam yelled slowly approaching from behind me.

"Sam, bro can I talk to you in the kitchen real quick." I said pissed off.

"Ah ya I guess. You know where everything is just make yourself at home we will be right back." Sam said towards Dan. We made are way into the kitchen and when I knew we were far enough away that Dan couldn't hear I started to flip.

"Dan.. C'mon Sammy are you serious."

"Who else was I suppose to call, I'm desperate." Sam said sounding defeated.

"When she's ready to talk she will. You don't need to call anyone. If you keep forcing people at her she is just going to keep herself locked in her room longer."

"I cant just not do anything. She's my sister. I hate seeing her like this. She is getting drunk by herself everyday. This isn't normal Nate. I don't know what else to do."

"But Dan?" I questioned. Dan was definitely in my top 3 of least favorite guys.

"He is her best friend."

"He is her ex boyfriend." I corrected Sam.

Mads POV

A week. It's been a week. Why am I still like this. I hate myself. I thought I could just forget about it but I cant. The guys constantly remind me but asking if I am okay or asking what happened. I cant leave my room because I don't want to talk about it. I just want to make this pain stop. The alcohol gives me a temporary numbness but once it wears off I'm in pain again. I don't know what to do.

Like everyday I'm laying on my bed staring at the ceiling. When randomly I heard a knock at the door.

"Babe its me. I'm hear for you just open up the door and let me in." Dan?

I hesitated. I haven't talked to Dan in 7 months. But I decided to let him in.

"Hi." I mumbled. He immediately pulled me into a tight hug and I broke down. We stood there for a few minutes until I pulled away.

"What are you doing here?" I ask

"Um I haven't seen you in a while, I just wanted to see how you were." He said lying through his teeth.

"Sammy called you." I whispered to myself. "Do you mind if I just talk to my brother and the guys alone. Maybe we can meet later this week and catch up. I just need to be with them right now." I said.

"Uh ya, you have my number." And with that I walked Dan to the front door. He walked out and flashed me his gorgeous smile. I shut the front door and turned around to see all the guys staring at me.

"Family meeting?" I asked them. Nobody responded they just went straight for the living room and we all sat down.

"So what-" I stopped Sammy before he could ask me what happened for the millionth time this week.

"Look. I'm okay." I lied. "I just had a rough week but I promise its over." Another lie. "Just please stop asking me what happened or if I'm okay. Can we pretend this whole week never happened and go back to normal. Please."

"Normal?" Nate questioned.

"Everything back to normal." I said staring right into Nate's eyes. I missed him. I really wanted to be with him. But I knew I couldn't. He didn't want to be with me any more and I just had to deal with it.

"Normal." Gilinsky reassured me draping his arm around my neck pulling me into his side. Sammy came over and kissed my forehead and I heard Johnson mumble "Normal." under his breath while smiling at me from across the couch.