(Phoebe's Pov)
I lay back on my bed and my dad puts a cold washcloth on my head. "You are definitely sick Bubs. I bet it was from the food last night at Luca," my dad says and it takes everything in me not to cry.
"I am glad I walked by your room Bubs I wouldn't have heard you from downstairs," he continues and I nod.
"Phoebe talk to me does anything else hurt?" I shake my head no, but that is the biggest lie of the year. My chest hurts, my stomach is cramping, and don't get me started on my head.
I took plan B last night. It was my only option and I hate myself for it. I cried and cried. I wanted to blame Nathan for the whole situation but I couldn't. Neither of us realized what we were doing.
(Flashback last night)
"Nathan… you didn't wear a condom." When I look to Nathan I see al
