rose has a problem. the thought of seeing tom makes her sick to her stomach. she didn't keep her promise and got drunk the next night.

so now rose was hiding in her bathroom, tears streaked down her drunken face as she stared as the bottle in front of her.

"i can't go in like this," she mumbled, immediately throwing the bottle against the wall, watching it dent the wall and shatter the glass.

rose pulled her knees to her chest and cried.

"rose?" she heard and jumped.

"habla no english," rose croaked as she heard a sigh and watched as keke busted in.

"rose, what's going on?" she asked, shutting the door behind her and sat next to her, rose leaning over and laying her head on kekes' shoulder.

"its about tom," rose sobbed.

"did he touch you?" keke asked, anger on her face,

"no! god, no," rose shot up, "i promised him to try and control my drinking and all I seem to do is go back to it and i have a problem and i don't want him to hate me because i love him and-"

"no, sweetheart, look, we'll get you help, we can get through this, but you have to tell him and you have to push through this addiction," keke interrupted the blubbering girl laying on her.

"he's gonna hate me," rose sobbed.

"whose going to hate you?"