empty → nate maloley

eight

funny thing is that i haven't talked to nate in three days. i've sent him a few messages but never got a reply from him. 

and on another note, dad still had me locked me up in my room; he barely let me downstairs. i had to stay in my room. whatever. 

i looked over at my clock, it was almost 11, i should get ready for bed soon. 

i stripped from my clothes and hopped in the shower. i lathered myself in my coconut smelling soap that i was running low on and i doubt dad will not let me go out and go more. i thought of nate for the millionth time today as i washed my hair. did i make him upset? why was he ignoring me? did he just not want to see me again? 

i stepped out the shower and dried my body off. i heard a ringing from the distance and realized it was my phone. i automatically assumed it was dana. 

i wrapped the towel around me and picked up my phone. i furrowed my eyebrows when the caller id read nate. i quickly accepted the call. "hello?" i said putting the phone up to my ear.

"mia?" this definently wasn't nate's voice. "it's gilinsky, from the other day." he sounds panicked. 

now i'm more than confused. "yeah, i remember you... um, what's up?" i asked. why is he calling me off nate's phone.

"it's skate. we, he, needs you here." he said quickly. 

i furrow my eyebrows. "what?"

"he's drunk off his ass and smashing and breaking things and none of know how to control him. can you come over?"

i then realized that it was saturday, it was mary jane's death anniversary. he's probably raging because of that. i sighed. "i can't, my dad-"

"mia, please." gilinsky begged. "he needs you."

i sighed, "i'll be over, just keep nate busy."

"alright. hurry." then the line went dead. 

i groaned and quickly had to dry myself off. i had no time to dry my hair and i also had no idea how i could get out of the house without dad noticing. i put on the nearest sweatpants on and hoodie and grabbed my phone, jogging down the stairs. 

"where do you think you're going?" dad stopped me when i tried to sneak to the door. 

"dad," i sighed. "i know i'm grounded, but my friend really needs me-"

"no. if you're talking about that nate character you can forget it. i said you are to never see him again and you're in trouble."

"but dad, you don't get it-" i pleaded. 

"mia joyce." he cut me off again. "you heard what i said. get back up to your room." he said turning around. 

i balled my fists up as the words left my mouth. "no."

dad faced me again, his mouth ready to say something, but i stopped  him off before he could.

"i don't care what you say. nate needs me and i'm going." i spat and ran out the door. 

once i got in my car, i was totally freaked. i've never done that before, holy shit. i smiled to myself, was honestly proud of myself.  i focused and calmed down when i remembered the reason why i did it- nate. 

i put my keys in the ignition and quickly backed out the driveway, making my way to nate's house. 

-

i didn't even bother to lock my car when i made it to his doorstep. i jumped back when i heard a crash come from the inside and yelling. i quickly rang the doorbell but honestly i wanted to go back home. 

"mia," swazz answered the door. "thank god you're here." he grabbed my arm, quickly pulling me in. i looked around, there was glass and trash everywhere.

"what's going on?" i asked him. 

"nate's lost his shit. tonight's the night mia died and usually he doesnt act like so we don't know what do. he usually locks himself in his rooms and smokes." 

i nodded and followed behind john. "aye, she's here." he led to a room and there i saw both jacks and some other guy i never seen before. "that's sammy."  swazz whispered to me. 

"so you can fix him?" sammy questioned me.

i opened my mouth but i didn't want to give them a yes or a no. "where is he?" i asked instead. a crash answered for them. 

johnson pointed to his room. 

i took a breath and looked at the guys briefly before making my way over towards nate's room. i wiped my hand son my jeans due to the nervous sweat. i twisted the door handle and went in. i was greeted by a disaster. nate really trashed his room, it looked a tornado just came by in here. 

"what do you want?" nate snapped when he looked up to see me standing in his doorway. 

"your friends called me." i said lowly. i was scared of this nate- his eyes were dark, the color drained from his face; he just looked... emotionless. 

"go home. i don't need you here mia." 

"nate..." i took a step closer towards. 

"i said go home!" he screamed at me making me jump. "your dad doesnt want you to see me anyway, so why are you here?"

"i came for you." i answered quietly again. 

skate furrowed his eyebrows. "why would you do that?" 

"because i care about you nate." i frowned. 

"stop trying to take the place of mary jane!" he yelled at me once again, his fist balling at his side. "you're not her! you can't be her!" 

"i'm not trying to be her, nathan." i said, squinting my eyes at him. "i'm here, as mia, because i care."

"i miss her so much." nate let go of his fist. once i realized noticed he was crying, i quickly ran to him and pulled him for a hug. he reacted and wrapped his arms around my body as he held onto my tightly and sobbed. 

"it's okay. i know you do." i coaxed him. he reeked of alcohol but i wasn't going to say anything. 

we stood there for a while, no talking, just hugging. i didnt have the heart to pull away from him. he seemed to be calm right here so i didnt want to jeopardize that by moving.

"thank you mia." he whispered in my hair. he kept repeating it over and over and i stayed silent ad let him do so.