Moving Forward

Chapter 4

The room goes quite, and I sit in the bathroom looking at the door, waiting to hear Nick’s voice again. I don't know if I can put what Nick did behind me, after James I know that I should run a thousand miles away from him, but I don’t know why there is a small part of heart the hurts so much at the thought of walking away. But can I really walk hand in hand with him knowing what he did in his past. 

Yes I believe what he did in his past a dark part of his life, with losing the man he worshipped his grand father, he turn to drugs and alcohol to numb the pain he was feeling and he was high when it all happened, do i believe that his different to James, yes Nick did it once and regretted it soon as it happened, James on the other hand kept doing it day after day, night after night never once felt bad for what he did. The question still lies can I sit in a room with Nick and be able to forget what he said to me?

“Kim,” I hear my fathers voice. “open the door,” he says.

Slowly opening the door, “His not here, I set him away,” my dad says.

I look up at my dad, just taking one look at me, he knows that I need a father hug from him, and just then he wraps his arms around me, wrapping my arms around his waist.

“Kim, we need to talk about this now, sweetheart.” My dad sits on the bed and pats the side next to him, telling me to sit down next to him.

Slowly walking over to the bed I fall down on it, and face my dad ready to listen to what he wants to says to me.

“What is going on in there?” He says tapping my head.

Taking a long sigh, I look up at him, “I don't know if I can get past what he did, I don't think is the same as James I really don't, but he still did it.” I say, wiping the tears away from him.

“Don’t you think you should talk to him about that?” Dad asks.

“If I see him, then I wont be able to say what I am thinking, because…” I stop not sure what to say.

“Do you love him?” Dad asks as he holds my hand.

“Yes, I do dad, but he hit a women, something that I cant get my head around still.” I say.

“I think you should at least tell him, that you want a few days away from him to think about it without him knocking on your door, phoning you and just let you think.” he says, taking his finger to wipe my tears, “I can see this is killing you, and I can see that you love him so much more than you did James, its written all over your face.” Dad says cupping my face, bring my head forward so he can kiss my forehead.

“I will call him, to come over,” I say.

“No need, your mother invited him for dinner,” he says, bringing a smile to his lips shaking his head.

“Of course she did, she thinks I should go back with him,” I says looking at my dad’s face.