Behind Closed Doors [On Hold]

Eyes Wide Open

Sophie's P.O.V.
All the while we were in the bathroom my head was pounding. I tried to conceal it with my "acting skills". When I turned to corner to go back to his room I almost fell flat on my face because I got dizzy. He came out of the bathroom when I was at the end of the hallway.

My head is pounding... My heart hurts.

"Oh..."

I almost fall again but Nathan is there to catch me.

"Here. You have to lay down."

He picks me up in his arms effortlessly. He lays me down on his bed and covers me up.

Why am I so clumsy?

"Thanks..."

"No problem. I like taking care of you."

Even when I'm not feeling good he still manage several to make me smile.

I fall asleep with him sitting by me.

Nathan's P.O.V.
When she's sleeping again I go across the hall to one of the many guest bedrooms.

Once I'm inside and have locked the door I take out her phone.

Once the guilt of going through her phone passes I unlock it.

Not knowing where to start or what to do I sit down and just stare at the phone for a while.

Maybe I shouldn't be doing this. She might get mad at me. What if she decides she doesn't want to stay here because of me? I can't.

Feeling angry and frustrated I put the phone down on the bed and sit there.

"I hate this. I hate how I can't even do anything to help. I don't want to disrespect her privacy but she needs help... She can't just..."

"Hey. Sophie's awake. She's asking for you..."

"Okay. I'll be right there."

Once my mom leaves I get up and grab her phone. Walking across the room I take in a deep breath before I enter the room.

Sophie's P.O.V.
"Hi... How are you feeling? You didn't sleep for very long."

"Yeah... I know."

My head is pounding though if you were wondering...

"Do you know where my phone is?"

My hearts pounding. My palms are starting to get sweaty.

"Uh. Yeah. Here"

I give him a confused look as he brings his hand out with my phone on it. I don't take it.

"Were you... Looking through it?" I whisper weakly.

"No... I was going to though."

"Why didn't you?" I swear my voice just got smaller every word I spoke.

"I don't know... I guess I didn't want you to be mad at me..." It was him this time that sounded so weak.

What the heck am I thinking? He just said he didn't want you to be mad at him if he looked though your phone.

"Why would I be mad? I couldn't be mad at you for trying to help a situation that cannot be helped."

"But you see... It can be helped. You just need to talk to someone."

"What exactly do you think I'm doing? I'm talking. I'm talking to you!"

Now I felt mad. I don't know why but I just felt the need to get mad. It wasn't directed at him of course. Just talking about that sick bastard makes me angry.

"See. I knew you'd get mad. That's why I didn't. But it's not me that you need to talk to."

His voice was surprisingly calm, unlike mine which had grown in sound.

"Then who exactly do you expect me to talk to huh? A specialist? A cop? Who is there to talk to Nathan! Nobody will ever listen to a fucking 17 year old girl! A girl who obviously hasn't even gotten her life straight enough to... To.. Whatever. It doesn't matter anymore now does it? I have to go. I've overstayed my welcome."

I was so close to breaking down and it was obvious that he could see it. He was hurting for me. It was written all over his pretty face.

Picking up my emotions I take my phone from his hands and grab my bag laying by the bed.

"I'll see you at school Nathan."

"Sophie... Wait. I'm sorry for what I said I-"

"No. I don't want to hear it. I was planning on leaving today anyways. It's Sunday. I've got to... Get ready for school in the morning."

And as much as it hurt me to leave him and that perfect house I knew I had to face my problems at some point. Might as well be today.