Hailey's POV

"Hail?" My dad softly knocks on my door.

I didn't have to wait long for him to pick me up from school, I waited in the office for about a good three minutes when my dad got there and signed me out. He continued to asked me repeatedly what really happen with Isaac, calling him every name in the book, threatening to kill him for making his little girl cry. I didn't want to tell him exactly why I was crying, that Isaac was already fucking around with someone, acting like I never mattered, so I simply said that he no longer wanted me in his life, that I didn't belong in his world and to this my dad didn't argue with.

Why would he? It was one less thing for him to worry about, right? He simply sighed deeply telling me things would get better, to give it time, that maybe Isaac breaking up with me wasn't a bad thing, maybe he was doing it to protect me. I highly doubt that. I didn't respond, I took my pills back out of my bag asking my dad if he could open them for me and he refused to. He said he wanted me to eat first, he wanted food in my system before I decided to numb myself. I tried explaining to him that I couldn't eat, I wasn't hungry, I didn't have any type of appetite but he wasn't having it. He actually took them from me saying I wouldn't get them back as long as I didn't eat, so I caved and promised to at least try.

We went back home to pick up Caleb, and then my dad took us to a small Mexican restaurant in town. My brother had officially decided not to go back to school, he decided he was transferring back out here, seeing how his girlfriend was. My dad didn't mind though, he was happy to have Caleb back at home, as long as he continued to go to school or get a job at least, but Caleb wanted to finish his education. He was currently working on getting his bachelor's degree in criminal justice, he too wanted to be in law enforcement, he wanted to be a probation officer.

My dad ordered me a plate that came with two small tacos, rice, and some beans. I literally only bit my taco once and had about three spoonful's of rice when I decided that I didn't want anymore. He said all I had to do was try, and that's what I did, I tried, and then I started getting nauseous. I felt horrible, I didn't want to be there, I just wanted to go home, crawl into bed, and sleep until the end of time, and that's what I did.

I managed to distract myself until my dad and Caleb finished their food and we went back home. My dad instantly gave me one of my pills but instructed that I stay down stairs with him, so I did. I took my pill, went upstairs to change, grabbed my earphones, waffles, and cuddled up on the couch until my medication kicked in. I don't know how long I had been out already, but I woke up while my dad was bringing me upstairs to my bedroom and fell back to sleep immediately.

"Hail?" My dad murmurs a little louder. I can feel him sitting at the edge of my bed, but it's nearly impossible to open my eyes right now. "You have company, kiddo." I feel him place his hand on my leg, on top of the blanket, slightly shaking it.

"Hmm," I hum, eyes still glued shut.

"Carmen's here, honey." Carmen? "I'll leave you girls alone," my dad murmurs, but I have a feeling that he's not talking to me. "I'll be down stairs if you need me."

"Sure thing, Mr. Summers."'

I manage to slowly pry my eyes open, gathering any little strength I had just to keep them open. I felt completely out of it, numb, numb to the world, the sedative clearly still in my system. I watched my father walk out of my bedroom, shutting my door behind him as my best friend just stood there in the middle of my room.

She smiles sadly making her way over towards me. She removes her bag placing it on the ground, but it's not her ordinary bag, it's a duffle bag. Carmen then crouches down in front of my bed, "Hi, Hail bear," she brushes some of my hair away from my face, as my eyes start to grow weak and slowly close back up. "Can I lay down with you?" She says softly and I nod my head slowly.

I feel my blanket being pulled off of me and then my bed suddenly dips as Carmen lays next to me. She wraps her arms around me, pulling me toward her as she lays her head on top of mine, her hand moving up and down my back. "Why didn't you tell me, Hailey?"

I open my eyes up again to find Carmen's chest right in front of my face, I smile for a second and shrug my shoulders. 

"What happen, Hail? What really happened?"

I slowly tilt my head to look up at Carmen, then look away, gazing into nothing and mumble, "I don't know."

Carmen grabs onto my chin, gently maneuvering my face to look at her, "when did you take it?"

"What?" I mumble again, resting my eyes.

"Your medication. When did your dad give it to you?"

"Umm- one I think."

"Why don't you sleep it off a little more," Carmen sighs. "I'll still be here by the time you wake up," I don't have to look up at her to know that she's probably smiling, I can hear it in her voice.

I nod my head, making myself a little more comfortable in my best friends embrace, as she continues to soothe my back, putting me back to sleep.

"I called him," I mumbled, trying my hardest to stay awake.

"What? When?"

"Earlier," I slur.

"Y que paso?" Carmen asked in Spanish.

"She.. answered."

"She? What do you mean she, Hail?"

I take a couple seconds to myself, as the heaviness of my sleep starts to really kick in, when I feel Carmen lightly shake my shoulder. "Hail, who's she?"

I inhale a deep breath, snuggling closer to her. "Layla.." I exhale.

"Who the hell is Layla??" She grumbles, but I don't respond. I can hear Carmen's soft voice slowly fading away as my medicine kicks in high gear again, until I'm completely out for the second time.

~~~~~~

It was nearly going to be eight at night by the time I woke up and was feeling some what refresh. I had managed to crawl out of bed and drag my feet all the way across the hall to use the bathroom really quick, and plop back on to my bed. I left my door slightly cracked and Waffles immediately ran in and jumped onto my bed , licking my face, waking me up for the third time.

"Stop," I giggled, shoving him away, tossing my blanket over him. He of course got out and ran back up to me, but this time he just laid down next to me, staring up at me with those sad puppy eyes.

Ever since Isaac gave me waffles he always came in after school, after dropping me off, to play with him, even if it was just for a couple minutes. Even if he didn't have time to play with him he'd come in just to tell him hi, and now it's been a couple days since he's last seen him. It's like all my sadness was making my own dog sad, and that made me even sadder. I placed my hand over his small head, softly scratching it, smiling down at him, "I know, buddy, I miss him too."

I wrap my arm around his yellow fury body, snuggling him closer to me. "We'll be okay," I whisper. "We just need to be strong, alright? I promise that I'm not going anywhere."

"Are you seriously talking to your dog Hailey?"

I quickly turn back around to find Carmen standing in my door way with two plates in her hands. "Hey, you're actually here!" I say a little relieved. I thought Carmen being here earlier had been just a dream when I didn't find her in my room when I woke up.

She nods her head walking into my room, "I was hanging out with your dad and Caleb while you slept. I thought you were gonna sleep through the whole night for a second, when I heard you get up," she hands me one of the plates in her hand.

I take it and glance down at it, it's spaghetti with some salad on the side. "I waited for you," i look back up to find her smiling. "Your dad cooked."

I sigh deeply, "Car, you shouldn't have, really. I'm not hung-"

"EAT." She snarls, walking around my bed, sitting on the right side of me with her back against my headboard, making herself at home like always. "I swear to god Hailey I will shove those saucey noodles down you throat if you don't eat."

I snort softly, pressing my back against my headboard too, "what about just the salad?"

"I don't care," she says with a mouth full of spaghetti. "As long as you eat something mami, you need food in your system. Your dad told me you barely touched your lunch."

"I don't really have an appetite," I utter, stabbing my salad around with my fork.

"Eat." She grumbles again, pointing her fork at me.

I force a small smile on my face and stick the fork of greens into my mouth as Carmen watches my every move, "you could've at least brought me some ranch," I mumble with a mouth full of greens. I swallow my salad the second I'm done chewing it, "or some water," I tease her.

"Sorry that I only have two hands," Carmen replies sarcastically and we both break out into a small chuckle. "Seriously, Hail, why didn't you tell me?"

I shrug my shoulders sadly, looking down at the food on my plate, "I don't know, it all just happen so fast I guess."

"Talk to me, Hailey, what happened?"

My eyes instantly watered up and tears immediately started running down my cheeks, "i honestly don't know," I cried.

Carmen quickly puts her plate down on my night stand and takes mine away from me, placing it next to hers and pulled me in for a hug. "Don't cry, Hail bear, I hate seeing you like this."

"He told me he loved me," I sobbed. "Why would he do this, Car? Why would he say he loved me only to push me away?"

"Guys are fucking idiots, mami, they're always gonna find some way to disappoint us, whether it's something drastic or so small."

"I should've listen to you, I should've believe everyone in school when they said we wouldn't last."

Carmen is suddenly removing her arms from around me, and is sitting forward a bit, facing me. "What did I tell you about Isaac, Hailey Summers."

"That he was bound to slip and show his true colors.."

"What?! No, not that woman! I said that things weren't always gonna be sunshines and rainbows, remember?" I nod. "It's just a little cloudy right now, mami, the storm will pass." She smiles. "You said you knew him for who he really was already, that he wasn't what people made him out to be, and I believed it. I saw it that night you had your attack at that party, the way he looked at you, the way he took care of you, I knew that sucker had it bad and was already in love. Something must of happened to make him snap, people don't just break for no reason. Give him some time, he'll come back."

I softly shake my head side to side, "that's the funny thing, Car, I thought I knew him, but I barely recognized him yesterday. He was so mad. I thought he just needed sometime to cool off like other times he's gotten upset, but he never called last night. He didn't come to school today so I initially knew that he was still upset, and I got worried so I called him. I wanted to make sure he was okay, I wanted him to tell me that he was sorry, that he shouldn't have said that things he said and everything would he better, but I was wrong," I sobbed.

"Hail, when you said Layla answered earlier, were you talking about Layla Santiago? The girl we use to go to school with?"

"You mean the girl that Isaac use to sleep with, yup, her." I jeered.

"Hijo de su puta madre!" Carmen shouts in Spanish, and quickly gets off my bed. "I'm gonna fucking kill him! I told this mother fucker if he hurt that I would-" but Carmen pauses all of a sudden. "No, you know what, fuck that, fuck him, two can play this game."

"W-what game?"

"Pack your shit, Hail!" She points over at me. "You're staying with me this weekend."

"It's your dad's weekend?"

She shakes her head no, "it's my moms, but I told her that you needed me so I was gonna stay here with you, but you need to get out of this fucking house."

I start shaking my head softly, bringing my knees up to my chest. "My dad will never let me go."

"Don't worry about your dad, Hail, I'll talk to him. Start packing your stuff," she snaps her fingers at me. "Isaac Matteo is gonna be long forgotten by the time school comes on Monday! No more crying come on!" She grabs my hands pulling me off my bed, "pack some cute things incase we go out."

"I don't want to go out, Car, I just want to stay in."

"Hail.. Honey.. you don't have a say in this. I am not gonna be that friend that lets her best friend spend the whole weekend crying due to her first heart break, were going beyond that, do you understand me? You can either pick out what you want to wear, comfortably, or hate what I choose for you if you don't get moving."

I exhale deeply knowing damn well that I'm not gonna win this fight with her. "I'm gonna go talk to your dad, alright?" Carmen says walking towards my bedroom door, then looks back. "You better have started packing by the time I get back, Hail!"

Carmen leaves my bedroom and I actually do what she says and start packing some things. She comes back about five minutes later, only she's not alone anymore, she's accompanied by my dad, a stern look on his face and a soft worried one on Carmen's.

"How you feeling, kiddo?" My dad asked, leaning against my doorway, arms crossed along his chest.

"A little better," I answered. "I really needed that nap," I snort softly, but my dads expression never changes.

He pushes himself off my door frame, walking deeper into my room, "did you eat?"

"I had some of the salad."

"Good," he mumbles to himself, looking down at my bag in front of me. "So you really want to go huh?" I don't reply verbally, I simply tug my lips to the side. "I don't feel comfortable you being so far away from me, Hail, especially right now."

I glance over at Carmen, who's standing a couple feet behind my dad, her eyes nearly coming out of her socket, pleading that I convince him to go with her. At first I wasn't comfortable with the idea either, but this was Carmen we were talking about, she always knew how to make everything better, plus the further away I was from Isaac the better.

I sigh deeply and look back over at my dad, "I know, daddy, but I could really use this right now. I don't want to spend all my time crying, taking my medicine, sleeping, like when mom passed. I don't want to go through that again, I want to keep moving forward this time. I don't want to ruin the little progress that I've made. I need this. I don't want to fall back into that shell, I don't want to be her anymore."

My dad doesn't say anything for a few minutes, he continues to stare at me, the stern face never once softening up. "Fine," he frowns slightly. "But I'm dropping you girls off, I want to talk to your mom, Carmen," he turns back to her.

She immediately starts nodding her head, "that's cool with me, Mr. Summers."

My dad sighs, finally uncrossing his arms, "I'll be down stairs, let me know when you girls are ready." He points to the side of me, to my nightstand, "you're not going anywhere if you don't finish that plate, Katherine." And walks out of my bedroom.

Half an hour later and I'm all set and ready to go, but packing all my stuff up wasn't what took me so long, it was finishing the damn spaghetti. Carmen grabbed my plate and went back down stairs to heat my food back up because it had gotten cold, and even came back with a water bottle this time. It took a while, but I finally manage to get myself to eat, I didn't touch my salad after that though. I had a little more than half of my spaghetti and my dad was actually happy with that.

Carmen, my dad, and I were currently down stairs waiting for my brother to get out of the shower, apparently he was tagging along as well, this way my dad wouldn't have to drive back home alone. About five more minutes passed when we finally heard the water shut off and my dad told us to go start the car and put our things in, he was gonna go rush Caleb one more time.

Carmen picked up her duffle bag and slung it over her shoulder and I did the same thing with mine, grabbing my dads keys off the table by the front door. I opened my front door to find Angela just standing in my doorway.

"Angela?"

"Hailey," she mumbled. "Hi.."

"Hi," I say a little weirdly. "W-what are you doing out here?"

She laughs a bit nervously, looking down at her hands, only you can't see her hands in the over size hoodie that she has on. Why is she being so weird? "I was trying to grow the balls to knock on your door."

"Why would you be afraid to knock?" I asked her. "How did you even know where I lived?" I furrow my eyebrows.

"I didn't," she points behind her, "he did." I look past her to find Dion's Jeep parked out on the street with the passenger windows down. He's in the driver seat with his phone glued to his ear. How does Dion know where I live?? "It's kind of his job to know everything about him," Angela murmurs, answering my unvoiced thoughts, a small smile on her face.

I don't say anything, I don't really know how to respond to that. "You're leaving?" She frowns, noticing the bag next to me.

I nod finally stepping out of my doorway and walk around Angela, but she quickly follows behind me. "Why were you scared to knock?" I ask again since she didn't answer me the first time.

"Where are you going?" She ignores the question again and it slowly starts annoy me.

I unlock my dads car and open the trunk throwing my bag in there, "I'm staying with Carmen for the weekend," I tilt my head upwards at my best friend standing behind Angela. "Get my mind off of things."

Angela quickly looks behind her as Carmen walks passed her, "oh, hi Carmen, I didn't see you."

"Hi," Carmen smiles, throwing her bag into my dads trunk.

"So are you gonna answer my question or am I gonna have to ask you a third time?" I say, slamming my dads trunk shut.

"I don't know," Angela shrugs her shoulders, sticking her hands into what I could only assume is Dion's hoodie. "I noticed your dad was home and I got nervous, plus I- I didn't know if you even wanted to talk to me."

I scoff walking around her and open the drivers door, starting my dads car. "Your best friends dad is the leader of an Italian mafia, yet my dad makes you nervous?" I say getting out of the driver seat. "Why would you think that I don't want to talk to you, Ang?" I cross my arms along my chest.

She shrugs again, only sadly this time. "Y-you left school without telling anyone. I- I thought tha-"

"Whatever happened between Isaac and I, has nothing to do with you, Angela. I'm not gonna stop talking to you just because we're not together anymore. I needed to come home, I couldn't be there." I really didn't want to tell her that I called Isaac, that I caught him with Layla because what if she already knew? Isaac was her best friend after all.

Angela's eyes water up and I find myself frowning. Seriously what is wrong with this woman?

A single tear runs down her beautiful flawless face and she immediately wipes it with her sleeve, "I shouldn't have had Sofi go get you," she mutters. "I should've handle it myself. You shouldn't have had to dealt with that, I'm so sorry, Hailey."

"You're sorry?" I snorted. "Angela, this is not your fault!"

"If it makes you feel any better, I refuse to talk to him right now."

I walk up to Angela, placing my hands on either side of her shoulders. "Listen to me, Angela, stop blaming yourself, this isn't your fault. Stop punishing him, please. I don't know what's going on, but he's your best friend, you guys grew up together, please don't ruin that because of me."

"You ready to go, Hail?" Angela quickly snaps her attention behind her to find my dad and Caleb finally coming out of the house. She takes a few steps back so that she's now standing next to me. Is she really that scared of my dad? "Oh," my dad looks a little taken back. "I didn't know you had company coming over."

"I-I was just leaving," Angela stammers. "I just wanted to check on Hailey," she adds.

"And you are?"

"This is my friend Angela, dad. We have English together."

Dion honk's his horn causing everyone to look back at the Jeep, "I have to go," Angela says quietly. "I'm gonna be in the city this weekend too, maybe the three of us can grab lunch or something," she mutters while walking away. "It was nice to meet you, Mr. Summers," and turns to make her way towards Dion's Jeep.

"You too," my dad mumbles oddly.

Dion starts his Jeep up as Angela climbs into the passenger seat, his exhaust instantly roaring as he rev's his engine and drives off. Dion's windows are all tinted black so thankfully my dad can't see who's actually in there, not that he knew Dion or anything, or at least I don't think he does. I turn back around to find Caleb and Carmen in the car already, my dad and I are the only ones standing in the drive way.

"Those were his friends, weren't they?" My dads says as he's reaching for his door handle.

"How'd you know?" I look up at him.

"Nice cars usually mean that the family's are well off, and we all know what kind of family's have money down here," my dad turns to look at me. "Get in, it's getting late."