I smiled, blushing. Then Nat chose to come back. She had our ice cream, and some sherbet for herself. I laughed, seeing as how I forgot that was her favorite. "Okay," I started. "Your probably gonna be mad at me, but please don't. I didn't tell you for your own good." She looked at me, wide-eyed for a second. Then she nodded. "Okay. Well, since my mom died, dad has been abusing me." I told her the rest, about what happened in the past few days. Its been a lot, and I had to tell her. I was just afraid she was gonna hate me for the rest of time.