Next Day

I felt the puke hit me before the anxiety did, first a huge wave of nausea then the huge wave of freezing cold anxiety. I threw the bedroom door open and ran past a very surprised Taylor and into the bathroom. I didn't realize someone was showering until mid-throw up someone yelled, "Taylor get out - Who the hell are you?"

"Jasmine?" Taylor yelled standing in the doorway.

"Move." I heard Mamma bear yell as she pushed past Taylor to kneel down next to me and rub my back, "Paul!"

"I'm coming!"

"Mom, what's going on?" Taylor asks she stepped aside for her father to walk in.

"Later Taylor."

"I'm fine," I say as I sit up, taking a deep breath as Papa bear hands me a bucket. "Don't need it. But thank you," I say with a gentle smile before standing up immediately coming face to face with a boy a bit older than me, "Uh...sorry.." I say before turning around.

"I'll help you to your room," Taylor says before I can say anything and grabs my wrist and the bucket from her father before tugging me towards my room.

"I can walk myself to my room."

"Why are you here? Not that I mind I just worry and care deeply about you-"

"Family problems," I say quickly.

"What...Did something bad happen?" 

The fear and worry in her voice hurt my heart as I stop at my door, "My Dad punched me so I beat the shit out of him. Now I'm here."

"Wait what?" I slam the door without answering, "You need the bucket!"

"Leave it."