Behind Closed Doors [On Hold]

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Nathan's P.O.V.
I'm crying and blubbering like a little baby on my moms shoulder... What's wrong with me?

"Mom... I..."

"Yes Hun? What is it?"

"I..."

Why can't I speak??? Ugh. I'm so... So... So pathetic.

Clearing my throat, or at least trying to, I pull away and wipe my tears away. I see a sad look cross my mothers face but ignoring that I stand up.

"I'm... I'm going to get cleaned up."

I straighten my back and walk out.

Seriously. Could I become any more of a looser? Crying on my moms shoulder. Stupid.

Even as I think of it, crying on my moms shoulder, it felt good to cry and let it out.

I turn the corner, shut the door, and lock it. Taking a deep breath, or sigh, I look at myself in the mirror.

My eyes were puffy and red. My hair was tousled and snot was running down my nose.

Gross. Oh well.

Another deep sigh, I grab some tissue and blow my nose. Turning back to the sink I turn on the tap and wash my face.

Where is Sophie?

My thoughts were all jumbled but the one that really stood out was Sophie.

Looking at myself in the mirror again and finding myself satisfactory, I unlock the door and walk out.

Noise in the kitchen tells me that my mom is in there. Probably making dinner.

Damn. I have to walk by the kitchen just to get upstairs... Why didn't I use the top floor bathroom instead? I'm so stupid.

"Okay. You can do this Nathan. It's just your mom."

As I reach the end of the hallway I suck in a breath and hold it, hoping she doesn't hear me. First I peek around the corner to check if she's faced my way, when I see she isn't I start to walk towards the stairs.

"Nathan."

Shit.

"Yes mom?" Letting out the breath I was holding I turn to face her.

"Do you have any idea where Sophie lives?"

"Why?"

"Oh just curious."

"Actually you know what. No I don't but... But uh... Yeah. I've gotta go... Do homework."

I see her raise her eyebrow as I turn around. "Nathan."

A heavy sigh can be heard, coming from me obviously. Turning back around I say, "Yes mother?"

"What's wrong?"

"Uh. Nothing... So can you please stop asking? I'm fine. Nothing is wrong. I'm fine..." I curse myself when my voice starts to crack at the end of that sentence.

This time she sighs, "Fine. You can go."

I release a breath of relief as I hurry back up to my room.

As I shut the door I look around and imagine Sophie sitting on my bed.

Not being able to hold it in any longer I start to cry for the second time that day.