Chapter 17

• Nate’s POV
• I stared blankly at the television as the images in it did their thing with smiles on their faces while I was here, trying hard not to give in the the urge to break down, that had been boiling in my chest since the very start of the day– and that urge had unfortunately only increased, after what had happened in my father’s conference room, which had led me into storming out before I could even blink. I dragged in a deep breath and puffed it out slowly, throwing my head back so it was resting on the back of the couch and humming a song beneath my breath, in order to calm my emotions down and dilute that urge to break down.
• Because? I know myself very well, and I know the fact that if I was to ever end up breaking down today and letting all my overwhelmed emotions get the best of me, that it was going to end up being a disaster, because for one, I had ulcers which means I couldn’t cry on an empty stomach, seeing as our crying muscles and retching muscles are connected to our stomach and that could make me start bleeding in my stomach or it could make some kind of complications occur when I least expect it, and then I’d have to end up at the hospital… which I’d rather not have happen to me for now.