GROUNDING 🏈 Nick Bosa

#TWENTY EIGHT.

The next day.

49ers win the game 19-12

After the game I pack up and head to my hotel room. As I'm walking through the door, I'm startled. I see Nick sitting on the edge of the bed and his father standing beside him. Nick was obviously crying.

"What's going on?" I breath. I go directly over to Nick and sit on the floor beneath him, I had never seen him cry and it literally broke my heart. My throat immediately formed a lump in it and I knew something was very, very wrong.

He had his hands in his face. I post up on my knees and grip his wrists softly, pulling them away from his face to expose his tear filled eyes.

"What's wrong, Nick?" I ask, worriedly holding his face in my hands. My voice was shaken and I felt like the world around us was closing in.

"Tell her." His dad says, harshly.

"Tell me what?" I look from his dad back to him, I was caught completely off guard and had no idea what was going on, but I felt myself sinking into the floor as I waited for him to speak.

"I'm sorry, Lili." He tries to clear his throat.

"Sorry for what?" My heart had made its way to my toes, I was terrified and confused.

"I'm breaking up with you." He says, quietly.

"—What?" Immediately my eyes wail up with tears. "No, why. What's going on?" My words came out in a whimper.

"Did you even watch that fucking game?" His dad says. "That was because he's more focused on you and the bullshit you're putting him through than football."

"What do you mean, they won. Are you kidding me?!" I raise my voice at his dad.

"Do you think this is a joke?" His dad asks me completely unamused.

"Nick, is this really what you want? You want to break up with me?" I cry.

"It doesn't matter what he wants. It's what he needs."

I look up at his dad, angrily. "You have no right to tell him what he should do, he's a grown ass man."

"He is still very young and impressionable. He needs guidance. He's the best liner in the League and we're not about to chance that." His dad argues.

"Nick..." I start crying more. "Are you really going to let your dad do this?"

"I just can't right now, Lili. My head is really messed up lately, and I already have too much on my plate."

I lean back on the heels of my feet and stare at him. "Seriously? I don't understand, I didn't do anything wrong." My cheeks were now smeared with tears. "You never gave me a chance to explain anything."

"You did, you're getting inside his head with all of your drama..." His dad starts to talk.

"—Dad. Can you please just give us a moment?" Nick says, loudly. Cutting him off.

His dad luckily, nods and leaves us alone in the room.

"Nick..." I try speaking, but I was so shocked and sad I didn't know what to even say.

He grips my hands and finally looks me in the eyes. "After this season is over, we can get back together, okay?" He pauses, taking a deep breath. "It's just.. you know football comes first and my dad really wants the best. I can't focus lately, you are literally all I can think about and it's messing me up."

"If that's what you think, Nick. Just so you know, though. I might not be here after the season ends. Also, fuck your dad." I was hurt, my body was hurting so bad. The pain was so immensely heavy.

"He's been here from day one. Please, Lili. Understand." He says, trying to touch my face.

"No." I push his hand away. "Your dad has clearly, made your mind up for you. You can leave now."

"Liliana, I love you." He replies, through tears.

"No you don't." I say, standing and crossing my arms. "Just go. This is so fucked up. I don't want to date a man if I also have to date his father, anyways."

"That's not what it is, Lili..." He tries to reply.

"Goodbye." I immediately say, dismissing him.

He doesn't say another word, he just stands up and walks out of the hotel room defeated. As soon as the door closes, I break down. I fall onto the bed and wail, my heart had just been literally, ripped from my chest. It was an unimaginable kind of hurt that I had never experienced before. It was that first love type of pain, when your soul leaves your body.

I pack up my shit and start to walk out of my hotel room. Joey was standing outside in the hallway.

I roll my eyes at him and keep walking.

"I'm sorry." He says, following close behind me.

"Why are you here?" I snap at him.

"To support my brother." He answers.

"—No, I mean why are you trying to talk to me?"

"I want to make sure you're okay." He replies.

I stop and turn around to face him. "I'm not okay! Do you even really know Trace?" I question him.

"No, but I know people who do." He says.

I groan loudly. "Wow, you are something else, you know that?"

"Nick asked me to find out and I did, Lili. What were you thinking, not telling him?"

"It was my story to tell, not yours, Joey. How much do you know? How much did Trace tell you?" I stand breathing heavily with anger.

"I know everything." He says.

"—And you told Nick?"

"Of course I did. You lied to him, someone had to tell him, Liliana."

"You're an asshole." I stare at him. "You are just like your father." I turn and start walking again.

"Thanks for that one, you may be right, but at least I'm not you." He says.

"Wow, fuck you!"

Two days later.

I stand staring into the bathroom mirror. I wasn't sure if I wanted to go to work today, if not any day anymore. I wasn't sure if I was prepare to see Nick, the thought of that alone had my stomach in knots.

I looked like shit, and hadn't slept well the past two nights. Knowing that Nick now knew my biggest secret made me want to never look into his eyes again. I bet he thought I was the biggest fucking mess to ever walk into his life. The fact he was carrying that secret around with him hurt me, but what hurt me even more is that he thought I lied to him about it.

And the thing that killed me the most is that I never got to explain my side of the story.

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