Senior Year, Biscuits & The Fuentes Family As Told By Nelissa Brown

I slipped down onto the floor and frowned. I saw Tony sit down next to me and he took my hand. "Really? You-" I muttered.
"I couldn't tell you- I can't talk-"
"I'm sorry." I whispered.
"You don't understand." he shook his head.
"I'm sorry your dad died."
"Thanks," he looked down. "I really wanted to tell you. I can't talk about him. I've spent so long pretending that it never happened and getting over it. If I tell people then I have to admit it."
"Admit what?" I asked.
"That I'm not in any way over him dying. I never will be. I've tried so hard, but every time I have to talk about him I feel like I'm going to throw up. It's not fair. Why does everyone get their perfect families with their mom and their dad and a white picket fence? It's fucked." Tony sighed.
"I wish I could make you all better but I can't." I muttered.
"I know." Tony nodded. He got in front of me and was on his knees. He kissed my head and smiled.
"You're not going to propose, are you?" I rushed.
Tony stood up and helped me up. He shook his head and smiled. "That would probably piss off a lot of people in this room." He's probably right. "I know that people get all sad. I get that. Whenever I've told people before they start to act different around me. I didn't want to you change around me just because you've found out. I didn't want your pity either." he told me.
I sighed and took his hand again. "Everyone has secrets," I reasoned. "Everyone would probably change themselves around me too if I stopped shaving my legs or announced I was on my period. I shaved my eyebrows off once. No matter what happened to your family you're still my Tony. My cute, sweet, nerdy friend." I smiled and reached up to kiss him on the nose.
"Thanks." he said and pulled me in for a hug. I squeezed him and buried my face into his chest. Tony gives such good hugs, he should hug more often. It's like a bowl of chicken soup.
I pulled away and put my hands on my hips. "Is it just me or does no one else seem shocked?" I asked.
"Um . . . Tony kind of told me." B said awkwardly.
"Why didn't you tell me?!" I exclaimed.
"It wasn't my thing to tell!" B defended.
"I told you about Vic going to the emergency room because he got his thing stuck in his zipper."
"That's different." she sighed.
"You told her about that?!" Vic rushed urgently.
"You told Nelissa about that?" Mike asked.
"No one told me if it helps?" Jaime offered.
"It doesn't." Vic glared.
"Anyway, I thought you didn't talk about it Tony." I shot at him.
"I don't normally, but B and I talk about that stuff sometimes."
"Get a room." Vic rolled his eyes.
"We have one. You just need to get out." B mocked.
"What about Cassie?" I asked.
"Oh, I sort of told her." Jaime scratched the back of his neck.
"See, what did I say?" Vic said.
"Shut up. Stop being so annoying." I begged.
"Me? What about you?!"
"I'm not annoying."
"You so are." Vic rolled his eyes.
"Then it's just another bad thing I picked up from you!" I yelled.
"You know what, Nel? I don't have a crush on you anymore!" Vic exclaimed.
"Keep telling yourself that, maybe one day you'll believe it." I mocked.
"And you say you're not annoying," he said. "No wonder I didn't tell you Nicky was going to get jumped."
"You knew?" I gasped. "Vic!"
"I-" he tried.
"He could have been really hurt!" I rushed. "You knew. You could have warned him. How did you know?"
"I knew the guys that did it." he admitted. "I'm sorry, Nel."
"I can't believe it." I muttered. I've never felt more disappointed in him. Through everything I've never felt more cheated by him. "I really want nothing to do with you right now. I can't even look at you." I turned around. I felt Vic coming to me. I covered my eyes so I couldn't see him. I didn't want to see him.
But I felt myself start to shake. I sniffed and tried to stop it. I'm not going to. It won't help. But I was already crying. I wiped my eyes and tried to steady my voice. I didn't want to mess this up. I turned around and glared at Vic. "You bastard." I said through gritted teeth. "You only care about yourself. It's never been about me or my happiness has it. You were way too broken to bother taking my feelings into account." I spat.
"Nelissa," Mike sighed. He came over and wrapped his arms around me. I buried my face into his chest and he held me close as I cried. He was placing little kisses on my head. Mike was whispering things in my ear. I could hear him, but I wasn't listening. "Vic is stupid." he finally said. I heard that one.
"You fucking asshole!" B yelled. "You're such a horrible person. You should be ashamed!" she said angrily. "Now shut up and go in the corner and face the wall!"
"I-" Vic stuttered.
"Now!" B screamed. I looked up and saw Vic shuffle over to the corner, doing as he was told.
"It's okay." Mike soothed in my ear and held me closer.
"Vic," I said and he turned around. "Where's the guy I loved?" I asked.
"He's still here." Vic gave me a small smile.
"He's isn't." I shook my head viciously.
"Vicky!" We heard a shout. Vic turned and ran to the door.
"Daisy!" he yelled. "I'm in here!" Daisy? Did I heard that right? Like the cow. Not in a mean, she's such a cow way. But in a milling in a field moo cow way.
A minute later the door opened. A tall, thin brunette girl walked in. She threw her arms around Vic and he held her waist gently. He used to do that with me. Vic kissed her deep on the lips and then took her hand.
"What are you doing in here? Who're these people?" Daisy asked.
"I have no idea." Vic shrugged. As he turned on his way out he told me "don't hate me, I love you" quietly.
B looked around us and shrugged. "We should probably go home. I need a bath. A lot of guys probably jacked off in this room and I'm probably going to get aids and die." she said easily. She's probably right.

Notes

Hey! Wow, this one is early isn't it! How are you all today. If you messaged me last night I'm sorry I'm starting to reply, I didn't feel up to it last night. What did you think? Vic knew about Nicky! What about Vic and Daisy? Will Nel forgive Vic? There will be some Dom stuff coming up too!

Also I would like to talk about something that is quite serous and very important to me. Wednesday September 10th (which weirdly is when my next therapy appointment is) is Worldwide Suicide Prevention Day. Most of you will have heard of To Write Love On Her Arms (TWLOHA), but if you haven't they're an amazing non profit that help with suicide, depression, self harm and eating disorders. They provide information and try to break stigma. They have loads do things going on in the US. Right now they're selling packs for Suicide Prevention Day, all money going towards their work. I've ordered my things and will be posting a photo on the day if my things have arrived. I feel really strongly about this and I'm not saying go donate or buy anything, but if you'd like to and you'd like to wear your t-shirt to raise awareness and show people it's time to talk about suicide no matter how taboo the subject may be here is the link. Let's end mental health stigma because if the conversations I've had with you guys are anything to go by then mental health issues are more common that we let on.

Stay strong babes xoxo