I had been lying on my bed since the the whole hose incident, admiring the photo Tate had taken.

His smile was breath taking, the way the slight dimple by the side of his mouth would appear when he was at his happiest made me smile.

His bluey-grey eyes had only slightly been caught by the camera, as his attention was mostly on me.

and thats what really made this photo mesmerizing, it was the thought of me actually making Tate smile like that.

As Tate suddenly came barging into my room, I quickly slid the picture underneath my pillow, and sat up so my hands were in my lap.

Looking at his clothes; he was wearing a pair of grey rolled up shorts and a black t-shirt with black vans.

"Take a picture, it'll last longer" He smirked as he caught me checking him out.

Rolling my eyes, I leaned back on my bed and pretended to read the book of moby dick.

Peering over the book, I saw him rubbing the back of his neck as he looked anywhere but at me.

"Do you wanna come to a party at the wreck?" He finally said before his blue eyes had glanced into mine.

Placing the book down next to me, I sat up with a small smile on my face. Unlike Tate who seemed to look like he was about to pass out.

"You mean like a date? " I teased.

Watching his eyes slowly scan my body, he then looked up to my face and pursed his pink lips.

"If you want.." Dropping the smile from my face, I rubbed my now sweating hands on my yoga pants.

I had a feeling that this was his way of asking me out, but I also had a feeling that he wasnt going to actually ask me.

"sure, let me change first" I said trying to sound as calm and casual as ever, but honestly, I was far from those.

Nodding his head, he leant on the door frame, while I quickly grabbed an armful of clothes.

Hearing his slight groan, he slid down the door frame and banged his head upon it gently.

"You're gonna take forever, aren't you? " He dragged on. Jhees, he sounded like he was going to cry any second.

And they say girls are the drama queens?

Laughing, I skipped to my bathroom and started to decide on what outfit I should wear.

Once I had got ready, I looked at my watch to see that I had only taken 30 minutes, thats pretty much a record for me.

Brushing off my clothes, I slipped on the pair of heels I had decided to wear for once, I walked into my bedroom to see Tate parched on my window ceil flicking through an old photo album I didnt even reckognise.

Seeing the large smile on his face, made my face glow and created butterflies in my stomach.

Glancing up at me momentarily, he did a double take and continued to stare at me in awe.

Tucking the few strands of hair from infront of my face, I cleared my throat which snapped him out of his daze.

"you look....good" He spoke with clarity in his voice.

Good? is that it?

Slapping on a fake smile, I said a quiet thankyou before reaching for my phone on the desk.

Looking over my shoulder, I saw how he went back to smiling like an idiot while looking through the album pages.

"Is this your dad" He laughed.

As he spun the photo album around, my heart seemed to clench in my chest and the sickening bile began to rise to my hollow throat.

Looking at my 4 year old self clinging onto the man that was a stranger to me now, I shook my head.

"No, just a sperm donor" I murmured. Walking over to him, I tried to snatch the album from out of his hand, but he pulled back just in time.

"Tate, this isn't a joke" Trying to push back the tears? I probably failed as he slowly put down the book and looked up at me suspiciously.

"What did he do?" Closing my eyes, I whispered a quiet nothing before reopening my eyes and putting on a fake smile.

I could feel the tears creep up on me, the walls I had built fall to the ground like a pack of cards.

I had to finally let go of the tears that were bluring my sight, and was too late to wipe them away as Tate had got to his feet and was holding me at arms length.

"Did he hurt you?" Avoiding his eye contact, I bit down as hard as possible on my bottom lip just so the small whimpering sound wouldn't escape from my mouth.

Clasping his hands upon my cheeks, he spun my head so it was facing him.

His face had paled, his eyes had seemed to turn a deep ocean blue, and any fragments of a smile had dissapeared.

"Talk to me Carmela" Clenching my eyes shut, I had let go of my lip and the tears had started to gush down my face.

My family and I had just shut the past out, we left it all behind. The pain just seemed to dissapear from their lives....but mine?

I just wanted to tell someone, just get it off of my chest so I could move on.

"It started at 7..it wasnt too bad. A few pushes was nothing compared to what he did to my mom when she would shout at him for it" I hadn't looked at Tate, but I knew his attention was all on me.

"Then when I was 9, a cracked rib, a broken arm, and a concussion" I laughed.

Tate grimaced as the bitter sound escaped from my lips.

"So is that what you wanted to hear Tate? My Daddy hit me, not Kelsie, not Pheonix, not even my mom unless she would get involved. My dad hated me" Glaring straight in his eyes as I spoke every word.

I hadn't even noticed the tears had stopped streaming from my eyes.

"I didn't-" Shrugging out of his grip, I rolled my eyes at how lost he looked. He looked at me with an expression I had never seen before, and I hated it.

Storming out of the room, I made my way out of the house and took a deep breath before making my way to the wreck.

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"Why are we going to the wreck again?" Charlie questioned once again.

With every step she would try to pull down her red dress, I told her not to wear it.

"Because we're going to get drunk" I said emotionless.

The only sound after that was the clicking sound from our heels.

As we neared the park, the thumping music began to grow loud. The only light from the cars scattered around the green.

"It's like hot guy city up in here" Charlie's faint whisper made a small smile appear on my face.

As we neared the tables of drinks, I began to mix and throw together different drinks as Charlie tried to speak to me.

"Carmela! " she quietly screeched, which recieved my full attention.

"What do y-" Spinning around, my eyes travelled to the guy standing infront of me.

"My names Johnson" His English accent made Charlie swoon.

Swigging at my drink, I narrowed my eyes in his direction before looking down at my drink and swirling it.

"I didn't ask for your name" Beginning to walk away from the both of them, my arm was gently grabbed, making my drink spill and my feet stand still.

"You okay? " The english guy spoke.

Turning to face him, I threw my plastic cup on the floor and snatched my arm from out of his grip.

"Why do you care?" I spat with clear annoyance. Running a sharp hand through my hair, I kept it at the back of ny head as I stared him down.

Holding his hands up in defence, I furrowed my eyebrows as I examined his smirk. I swear everyone was reminding me of Tate.

"Im just trying to be friendly, not impregnate you. Everyone needs a drinking partner" Shaking my head in amusement, I looked over his shoulder to see Charlie speaking to a bunch of girls. I moved my mouth from left to right.

It was either drink around a bunch of girls who may or may not annoy me, drink by myself, or drink with a highly attractive English guy.

"Let's go then"

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Tate's POV:

Scatching my cheek, I tried to to keep my full attention on the road but my thoughts kept distracting me as I thought back to my pathetic excuse of comforting her.

As soon as she mentioned her dad, I completely froze. I just thought of my fucking self.

It was selfish of me.

Parking on the green of the wreck, I zoned out the conversation Jared and Jensen were having.

"Isn't that Carmela?" Jared voice had me staring in the same direction as he was.

Watching her almost ontop of another guy, he had one had gripping on her waist and the other one slowly sliding up her bare leg.

Before I even knew what I was doing, I had stormed out of the car and had walked right up to them and connected my fist with the side of the guys face.

Blocking out the words of the others around me, I picked the guy back up by the collar of his shirt, but froze as I saw his face.

"Elliott?" Lowering my eyebrows, I looked back at an equally as confused Carmela.

"Elliott?!" She screeched.

"Brothaa" He laughed

"Brother?!"