broken (ON HIATUS)

chapter five; probs for dobbs

Paige's POV

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The car pulls up and I sigh of relief. Nick opens the door to his car, and I slide in the passenger seat.

"I brought your water--WHOA WANT HAPPENED TO YOUR MOUTH?" he shouts. I sigh, take the water bottle, rinse my mouth, and spit out the window. He looks at me in question and I burst into tears.

"Sorry! Sorry, Paige, what did I do?" he looks so nervous, that I immediately stop crying and burst out into laughter.

"Really, Paige? This is just a stupid prank, isn't it? Get out." My eyes well with tears again and I start to cry all over again. I must look like an idiot.

"I'm sorry, everything is just a mess now. Please, just help me." I turn to him and give him the puppy dog face. He gives in and starts to drive forward. "Where are you going?" I ask, bolting upright.

"To your house......?" he says, like I'm stupid or something.

"No, no, no, no, no. Turn around and go to your house." He gives me a funny look, and realize how uncomforting that sounded. "I mean, ugh. I just don't feel like going home right now, that's where the problems start."

He sighs and turns the car around. I smile in content. Maybe Nick is the person I should go to for help from now on. We we're never really that close, but look what he's doing for me.

"You're a godd person, Nick," I joke. He rolls his eyes.

"Whatever."

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I plop down on the couch that I've sat twice or three times before. He sits down next e and everything comes out. He doesn't say a single thing the whole time. I tell him about Brooke, Josh, my mom, Maddie's relationship, Chloe....everything. Everything except for the encounter between me and the Carvel murderer.

"And...I just don't think I can live like this anymore," I say, crying into his shoulder. His arms wrap around me and it feels awkward, but I don't want to move.

"What do you mean?" he asks. I groan.

"I don't think I should live at all." Then I'd see my father anyways. He lifts up my chin and looks me in the eye.

"Listen to me Paige. You can't just stop trying and kill yourself. You have so much to live for. What about dancing? Being on broadway. Your family needs you, from what I heard. So do your friends."

I stare at him for what seems like forever, before some magical or magnetic force pulls our lips toward each other. Sparks fly but for some reason, I pull away, like a stupid coward.

He chuckles. "I was expected a thanks but that works too." I smile and hop up off the couch awkwardly.

"I'm, umm, gonna go..." I say walking towards his door.

"Don't you want a ride?" he asks, standing up.

"No!" I say, sharply. "I mean, no, I'm fine."

I walk out the door and take a deep breath of the warm September air, before choking. Unlike anybody else in the world, I can so caught up in one thing, that I forget to do something else: breathing out.

I'd probably pass out during a makeout session. I'd forget to pull away for a meer second just to breath.

That reminds me of calling the cops for Brooke's search. Only because I couldn't breath when she choked me.

I pull out my phone and dial the numbers as soon as I reach my doorstep.

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I wake up with a headache as bad as the one when Brooke knocked me out.