Fixing a broken girl

Chapter 5: Old geezers and the non pleasers

Surprisingly I woke up in a wonderful mood, and I'm not being cliché but the sun was shining and the birds were singing, literally.

Opening up my window I let fresh air flow throughout my room. Walking over to my wardrobe, I search for something to wear, settling on dark black jeans that had rips at the knees, and a white tank top, I search for a pair of underwear with a matching bra, and socks to finish off, my converses were at my bedside. As well as my necklace Nate brought me for my 17th birthday, as much as I hated Nate for making me feel guilty and probably making me say something I'll regret. I liked the necklace. It screamed my name! I also had a pandora bracelet Kaye brought me a couple of weeks ago. It was my favourite.

Once I gather everything in a pile, I quickly rush to my bag that had my towel packed away, pulling it out I walk to my ensuite and lock the door behind me.

Yes I have an ensuite, filled with a bath and shower, and a toilet, Tyler had one and so did Kaye. The house did have bathrooms and toilets but obviously we wouldn't have to use them, they'd be for guests.

Turning on the hot and cold water, they made a warm beautiful mixture, hoping in I let the warm water cascade down my body then rinse off into the drain under my feet. My thoughts were instantly invaded by Nate. I wonder what he's doing right now.

No!

Get it together!

I told myself! But all I could do was think about him. Nate helped me through everything, I was the girl he picked up off the ground at my last school literally and I was the girl he took under his wing and made me the best I could be. I was a fiery mess. He took the pain away for awhile. He took my mind off Noah each spending day with him.

In my tenth year of secondary school, it was the worst. Girls there were mean and they tormented me for the whole year until Nate took notice of me. It felt nice at first but I became unsure.
My best friend Stacey was my support throughout the whole thing. We'd been besties since primary school.
A boy named Steven had stolen my pencil case and hid it. Stacey returned it and that's when we clicked.

Stacey and I grew up. We had a very close relationship until I caught her and Nate kissing when Tyler dropped me off at his. Technically Stacey had been all over him, but I refused to believe anything. Me being the fierce bitch I was, hit Nate and slapped Stacey then didn't speak to either of them for about 3 months, ofcourse they tried to contact me for the whole time I spent separated from the both of them but I never acknowledged them.

In that time my heart grew colder and my feelings tore apart. Drinking was my only habit, food naturally became nothing to me and my room was my only sanctuary. I cocooned myself for 3 months. Not talking unless it was an appropriate issue and when words did come out of my mouth it would either be

"ok"

or "yes",

And "no"

Nate helped, I could breathe easy when Nate was with me. I felt good. But I should have known better that no matter what. My happiness always ends up getting taken away.

After finishing, I quickly dried myself off, and got dressed. Putting my hair up in a messy bun, I finish off with simple make up, like mascara, liquid eyeliner and a bit of lip gloss. I grab my phone an keys and head downstairs where Kaye had been fully dressed and waiting for me.

"Gee! It's about time!" She laughed,

Pressing the home button of my phone, the time read 10:39, laughing, she got up and pulled me along outside "be back later Tyler!" I yelled. There was no answer, he must be still sleeping.