Keegan, it was Keegan.

"No," Nathan says his grip growing tighter around me. "I'm not leaving; I'm done being blamed for something I did."

My eyes widen, what the hell is he talking about? I look at Nina, face ghost white, and her lips pressed firmly together. "What is he talking about Nina?"

Nathan cackles. "Yes, Nina do tell us." I hear Keegan step forward.

"Let her go, Nathan," Keegan shouts.

Nina looks more nervous as the second goes by. "I-I-I-"

"God damn women," Nathan points toward Nina. "Tell her how we both got drunk that night when you were at another one of your stupid art galleries. We sat around waiting for you and got bored, so we decided the bedroom would be fun." He laughs; he fucking laughs acting like he won my heart back. "Didn't we Nina?"

Tears begin to well up in my eyes; I start pounding on Nathans' chest. I look towards Nina, tears already streaming down her face and I can't seem to look away. My best friend and my ex-fiancé? How much more cliché could it get?

"How could you?" I scream, my voice rattling against Nathan.

"Joe..." Nina begins to say, and finally, Nathan releases me from his grasps.

Keegan steps in front of me, his face looking so concerned he was blocking Nathans view from me. "That's all I had to say..." Nathan calls out walking backward, his hand raised in the air like he's a god.

Nina comes up to confront me. "No!" I yell at her. "Stay away from me!" I wanted to run at her, I wanted her to feel the way I did at this very moment. My stomach felt as if was dealing with angry butterflies, "I don't want anything to do with you!"

Nina looks at me and glances back to Keegan before taking off into our apartment, slamming the door in return

I hysterically start crying, and all I feel is an intense amount of pain all over my body like something is just squeezing me into this little ball and I can't move. I can barely breathe, and I continue to hyperventilate.

Before I knew it everything was gone, and I heard nothing but my name being called.

Waking up wasn't the hard part, the hardest part was still trying to wrap my head around that more than one person broke my heart, but by two people did instead.

My eyelids felt heavy and the sunlight burned them, thanks to my panic attack and the passing out I had no idea where I was. But the smell of sweaty gym wear advances to my nose, and my eyes finally adjusted to a messed up bedroom. Clothes lying every which way and an opened suitcase, hangers and books sprawled across the floor and as I proceed to get up I notice I'm lying on a dark blue velvet couch.

As I look across from me and my eyes met with Keegan piercing blue eyes is staring right back at me. Getting up straight away I look down to see myself in a baggy old t-shirt that was not mine, how did he manage to get me into this? I begin to look around, panicking and running my fingers through my matted hair.

Keegan begins to stand up and chuckling at me. "Have I drink, it'll take your mind off of everything." He offers me a beer from his mini fridge.

I look at him baffled, "Are you fucking crazy? It's nine in the morning! Why am I in your disgusting apartment and why am I wearing this?" I stretched out his shirt, showing it to him.

He burst out into laughter. "Chill Joey," he cracks open his beer. "To answer your first question you were really horny which then you got a little frisky and you just really liked my shirt." He takes a sip of his bear with a wicked grin.

"Fuck off Keegan!" I holler at him, how dare he call me Joey I look down at his ugly shirt and ripping off my body and tossing it at his face, bearing my bra and pants. His eyes widen at my effortless move, and I really didn't care what he thought.

I begin to head to the door, my hand on the door knob when Keegan steps in front of me not allowing me to open the door. "What are doing? Let me out." I jiggle the door handle.

"I can't," As he itches the back of his neck, adjusting his posture.

"Why the hell not?" I barge at the hoping that it would somehow open up.

"Because," He looked me up and down, keeping his eyes on my breast. "You're just wearing that and it's a mess out there."

A mess? What in the world is he talking about?

"Keegan let me out, I have to get ready for school!" I press my body against the door, stomping my feet on the ground.

"Fine Joey," He moves away from the door causing me to jolt forward nearly running face first into the wall of the hallway. I look over to the right to see everything I had in my apartment scattered along the hallway. What the donkey pooh?

Keegan stands in the doorway leaning against the trim, "Told you." He says boastfully.

I turn to look at him. "For once could you not be an egotistic asshole, it would be appreciated." I mean last night he seemed pretty pleasant, who knew when that would happen again.

"Oh, calm down Kendall. You can just bunk with me; I will accept full rent up front please." He crosses his arms, walking toward my stuff and picking up one of my canvas as if he was helping me move in.

I instantly walk over to him, ripping the canvas from his grasp. "Go eat a dick, no way in hell am I living with you."

"I was just trying to be nice." He sounded gloomy. "You know I did give help you out last night so maybe you should go eat a dick because that's your job. Is it not?" He leaves the hall and closes the door.

Great, I look down at my watch and class starts in about fifteen minutes and I'm still just standing in hall wall just wearing my bra. I kind of thought Nina would be the one to leave but I guess this shows how much of a bitch she truly can be and I'm stuck homeless and I can't attend classes with my stuff ready to be stolen.

Before I knew it I was already calling Derek, my trustful man who is the ban of my existence. The phone rang a couple times before it was answered by the head maid.

"Hello Derek Kendall Enterprises, how can I help you?" Her Mexican accent taking over the phone, it was Louise.

"Hi Louise, its Josephine." I utter shyly.

"Josephine?" Her voice gasps. "Hemos Perdido mucho, francés Ignacio! Tan Maduro, tan Hermoso Joe." You can hear her excitement from across the room.

"Me too Louise, Puerto habeas con el padre?" I ask her to speak with my father.

"Mr. Kendall isn't in right now." She begins to stutter. "But he'll be back in in an hour."

"Thanks, Louise, I'll get a taxi and be there shortly," I say before almost hanging up the phone.

Louise begins to talk again, "Un taxi? No, tenemos que limo!"

I guess I would need it because I need to put my things somewhere, "Okay Louise, bring the limo, please. I'm located-"

"We already got the address see you soon Tarta Francesa." She hangs up and I've never been unhappy to see my father or even ask for a favor, I sighed in frustration when I walked past Keegan's room I don't need to confront him I'm not his friend. I wish I wasn't skipping school today; a painting would relax me and make me feel less anxious than I already am.

The limo showed up just as I carried down the last suitcase, it was Marty who picked me up. He was a short but bulky five-foot guy and always presented me with my favorite candy tootsie rolls, he helped me but my stuff in the back of the limo and I asked him how his children were doing before we arrived at the building where Derek works at and lives. How cliché to work and sleep in the same building? Dedication much?

Marty hands me my bag before I leave he begins to say "Well we will bring everything up, you hurry along now Mr. Kendall is waiting for you know."

I know how this conversation is going to go and you think a twenty-five-minute car drive would prepare me for the talk that'll go down, but it didn't and I minus well but the poor I act on.

I enter the living room area, looking around for Derek. I forget how much this place shine, the gold panels, the black piano my Mother use to play on, and the warm-toned couch that I use to watch so many horror movies on it snuggling up to Mom and Derek.

I turn to the kitchen, solid gray appliances everywhere and classic David Bowie playing around the room currently Space Oddity was echoing through the room, and Derek sat at the end of the wooden oak table.

A smile appears on his face as he stands up, and opening his arms for a hug. "Our French Tart has come back home." He gleams, finally releasing me from his death grip.

"Hi, Derek," I say before sitting down at the island as he sits back at the dining table.

He burst out into a cackle, "Still talking to me like I'm not the one who put you on this earth." he slurs rubbing his stubble. "What pleasure do I deserve a visitation from my one and only daughter?" He says before folding his arms resting them on the table.

"Well I need a place to stay Derek, I got kicked out of my apartment and-"

Derek cuts me off. "And what you can't move in with Nathan?"

I stare down to my toes. "No, we broke up."

"Broke up? Ha, you see what happens when you decide to go to college for something that can't support you." He laughs, and I know he's still the same alcoholic since I've last seen him.

For some reason it got my thinking about Mom and how much she would pity Derek right now, "You know Mom would've been disappointed at the state you're at Derek."

"The state I'm at? You are the biggest disappointment to me, how about your mother? You killed her!" He gets up and grabs a beer out from the fridge. "You can get out of here, take that stupid car that your mom bought you and get out!" He slams his bottle against the counter making the glass shatter.

"Derek-" his hand begins to bleed.

"Get out Josephine Amber Kendall!" he yells in rage, and Louise comes running in and wrapping his head signaling me to please leave, my eyes welling up. How dare he bring the accident up like that?

Marty meets me at the door, his face looking sorrowful. "I'm sorry Joe, he still isn't the same, and I got your car ready for you. We can bring everything else to you." He hands me the keys to the 1978 Pontiac Firebird.

"Thank you, Marty," I say with tear already streaming down my face, and I hug him before getting into the car and saying goodbye.

The way my week has gone has been absolute shit, dealing with Nathan, Keegan, Nina, and the alcoholic father. I don't understand how this could happen to me, and how I can't stop crying. I have nowhere to live, nobody to call a friend.

And there was only once place I could go back too, and well that decision was going to take some major balls.

HEY, it's your girl Brie coming at you with another update. I want to say thank you for all the reads, comments, and votes. It makes my heart beat out of my chest, so THANK YOU AGAIN!