[Allie's POV] I looked at Nick and saw he was dressed in a suit. I continued to look at him as he led me to a table setup smack-dab in the middle of the garden. Roses surrounded us, as well as candles. I looked at the table and saw a single red rose was placed in a vase and three candles were set on the table and as well as dish covers, probably keeping our food hot. I walked towards the table and watched as Nick pulled out my chair and I sat my butt down and he soon slid my chair in. He plopped his butt down and looked at me. “You look stunning.” He said. I smiled; I really couldn’t help the fact it crept onto my face. “Thank you. You look quite sharp.” I said, responding to his compliment. He smiled and pulled off the cover of the food exposing something I was so in love with. My favorite dish I have ever had, steak. I’m not no girly girl; you should know that by now. I’m a meat lover, and I knew he knew that. “You like steak right?” He asked. “I mean, I hope you do, I can change it. I’m so sorry if you dont like it. I tried and tried to make it-” He said, but I cut him off midsentence. “I love steak Nick.” I said, smiling at him. “Thank heavens. I wanted to make you happy.” He said, placing the covers to the side. I smiled as I started cutting my food and began eating. We ate in silence for a few minutes and before I knew it, I was done and so was Nick. “So, why do all this for me? I’m not special in any way.” I asked, turning a question into a statement. “Walk with me …
My pupils dilated in shock, they were like the size of golf balls. Anger soared wildly through my chest, making my heart pound violently. I looked around the bathroom franticly grabbing the first thing in plain sight–the cucumber scented soap that was sitting on the white soap dish. His name kept pounding at my skull: Mitchel Mitchel Tate Musso I threw the soap aggressively towards the mirror (lucky the mirror didn’t break) the soap slid down the mirror leaving a soapy trail of bubbles behind as it landed into the sink. A small bloodcurdling shriek escaped from her plump broken lips as the piercing sound echoed around the room, hammering at my head. Her fragile hands started to shake uncontrollably. She felt numb waist below, like she was encased in ice, frozen for eternity. I scrunched up my hands into tight balls of fists as I began to slam them against tiles of the bathroom wall. She didn’t know what to say or do; she just stood there and watched my rage escalate. I began to breathe heavily, slowly calming myself down. I turned my head slowly to face her. Her skin was pale as snow, she looked like a ghost. I pulled her close again into my chest, slowly rubbing her back in circular motions, calming her down. I tilted her head up with my index finger, her coffee-coloured eyes all puffy and swollen from the thousands of tears she had shedded. She had raccoon circles of mascara under her eyes. She was completely … vulnerable. “Shhh” I didn’t know what else to do, I had …