We walk to Austin's house and it's actually 1 block away from mine. On the rich people side. It's way bigger than my house, about 3 stories high and it definitely looks like a mansion. We live near the beach so there are a lot of houses like this one. It's mostly white and grey but the structure makes it look astonishing.

I don't mention the fact that my house is right around the corner and is a regular two story house, not even close to a mansion. We walk in his house and up 3 flights of stairs since his room is on the third floor.

His walls are a light grayish color and full of trophies. He has a queen size bed that has white pillows and blue sheets and blankets. It's nicely made. There's a wooden dresser with a nice tv to occupy it. A desk is in the corner and a walk in closet is on the right side of his bed. There is a door that I'm guessing leads to a bathroom, and I'm proven correctly as he goes and opens it.

"You can take a shower and I'll get you some clothes, there's washcloths and towels underneath the sink" he said.

"Thanks," I said standing in the middle of his carpeted floor.

"I'll give you my mom's soap so you don't smell like me," he said smiling all while waiting for me to laugh. I give him a small laugh and walk into his bathroom while he leaves for soap. I scroll through Instagram while I wait for him to come back.

He's carrying a bottle of lavender scent shampoo, conditioner, and body wash. I thank him and take the bottles from him. He goes to his walk in closet grabs a hoodie and goes to his wooden dresser for a pair of grey sweat pants and gives them to me also.

"Do you need like underwear or something," he asks as he once again turns red.

I laugh and say, "no I got it." Somehow I have a fresh pair of underwear but forgot feminine products. Nobody said I was smart.

"I'll be in the kitchen making something for us to eat, " he said as he ruffled through his hair with his finger tips.

"Okay, uh thanks."

*****

I just finished putting on the sweatpants Austin gave me when I find myself gasping for air. Since I watched my mom die right in front of me every once in awhile all the scenes of what happened comes rushing into my mind. I know I shouldn't remember since I was four but because it was so traumatic it stuck with me. I get panic and anxiety attacks often, and I think I have some PTSD from that day. I just wish I could get help.

I struggle to get off the floor and open the door to get air in hoping Austin isn't on the other side since I don't have my shirt on only my bra. Once I open the door I fall to ground trying to breathe as tears stream down my face. It's hard to see, because the tears are blocking my view but I feel Austin trying to get me off the floor. I can't make out any words he says because my mind is busy remembering all the scenes of that day. I'm not going to depress you with them right now.

*****

I'm opening my eyelids to find I'm still in Austin's room in his bed. Confused on how I got here, I slowly sit up to discover one, I'm still shirtless and two, I have a massive headache. I reach up and put my hands on my head, thinking somehow it will help. Right then is when Austin decides to walk in the room. I quickly move my arms to cover my chest.

"Are you okay, do you need some water?" He asks as he looks at the side of my face with another worried expression for the second time today. I was going to put makeup on after I got out the shower to cover up the bruise again but obviously couldn't.

" Yes please, " I said dismissing him to the kitchen.

I slowly get out his bed, and go to my backpack to grab my makeup. I place it on the bathroom sink and lock the door behind me. The bruise looks worse than any that he gave me before and it's harder to cover up especially since its swollen. I carefully do a full face of foundation, and the powder foundation, I finish with lip gloss and mascara, same as this morning.

I try to come up with a reason as to why my face is bruised on my cheek and decide to go with, I was playing baseball and the ball hit my face. I'm actually really good at baseball I used to play it all the time, but now I'm more into track.

I take a deep breath and calm my shaky hands before unlocking the door. Austin was sitting on his bed turning on Netflix. He handed me his red hoodie.

"Oh, shoot thanks," I said completely forgetting to put it on earlier. I slip the hoodie over my head and take the glass of water he's holding along with two pills he says are for my headache. I place the pills on my dry tongue and swallow them with the help of water.

I feel embarrassed of the fact that he just saw all of that. As if my period wasn't enough. I guess he senses that because he tells me to come with him downstairs to get something to eat.

"I thought you already got something," I said curiously.

He points to the ground, and I follow his finger with my eyes and see two sandwiches on the ground. I go over to them and pick them up, so I can throw it away when we go downstairs.

"I'm sorry," I say in a sad and gentle voice.

"Its okay, things happen," he said calmly like he's sees stuff like this all the time.

He leads me out of his room to the first floor. To the right at the end of the stairs is a big kitchen. It has granite countertops with black cabinets, and a wooden floor. They have two sinks, a pantry, a fridge, a stove, and a dishwasher. They even have a little bar stool area. On the ceiling hangs a brightly lit chandelier.