GROUNDING 🏈 Nick Bosa

#SEVENTY EIGHT.

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•Writers Note:
I'm sorry, if these updates are feeling a little more sped up than usual. I'm only planning on going to 97 updates and there is a lot to still get to plus, little side stories that help support the main characters. I just want to make sure I get everything unpacked for you guys and it's nice and tidy at the end. Thank you for understanding, and I hope you're enjoying thus far! 🖤
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Later next day.

Nick left my room irritated last night. I think he found it hard to navigate my emotions as of recently because he was going through his own.

He was in this type of survival mode where he was putting up a wall and protecting himself before he even considered the fact I was hurting too.

During the day I stay in the room. I don't even bother coming out and I was so sick and miserable that eating sounded like too much of a chore for me at this point.

I keep my earbuds in most of the time and listen to music and cry. I also try to break up the depression with funny TikTok videos, but it wasn't really working.

After hours had pasted and it was getting late. I decide to go get something to drink, I'm sure Nick had wine somewhere around the place. I hadn't seen him all day, and I really was hoping not to run into him. I never herd him come home after hearing him leave earlier, so I wasn't expecting to see what I was about to walk in on.

As I make my way two the second landing of stairs I immediately, freeze. I don't know how I didn't hear her, maybe the earphones were making me go deaf, but I catch an eye full of Nick and Kayla fucking on the couch. Both were completely naked. She was riding him and he seemed to be enjoying it. My heart nearly exploded from pain.

"Oh, my god." I breath out what feels like, all the air in my lungs.

They both turn and look at me.

"Oh, my god." Kayla repeats in embarrassment. She jumps up and grabs a blanket and throws it haphazardly, over herself.

"Liliana..." Nicks eyes swell.

"Oh, my fucking god." I echo again and thrust my hands up to cover my eyes, I was about to cry and I couldn't let them see that. I quickly turn around and jog back up stairs and into my room.

I fall face first into the bed and start wailing into the sheets. I truly, don't think I've ever cried this many days in a row when it came to a man. This was completely, and utterly breaking my soul.

Shortly after, Nick knocks on my door. This was becoming a thing of habit and I couldn't determine if I liked it or hated it. He softly says my name through the other side.

"What?" I say, trying to keep myself from hyperventilating.

"Open the door, please." He replies.

"No." I sternly, tell him.

"Liliana, open the fucking door, now." He shakes the knob ferociously.

"Fine." I say, I unlock it and swing it wide. "What?" I repeat.

He pushes his way in and closes the door behind him. "Look, I didn't know you were here. I even knocked on your door and you didn't answer. I never saw you not even once today."