Broken. (The sequel to 'Yes Mr.Sykes') - (COMPLETED)

Part 12 - "Long Day."

NATHAN'S P.O.V

My breathing was getting more rapid and shallow as the seconds went on. I needed to calm down now. I was getting worried looks off Beth who had gripped my arm with her nails.
I looked over at her, lightly pressing my lips to her forehead.

She actually looked terrified of me at the minute and I hated seeing that look on her face, knowing I was responsible for it.

I glanced over at Jay, the police finally arriving as they restrained him away from Grace, who was now sobbing her little heart out.

I took her in my arms gently and held her on my hip so her head was against my shoulder, placing the flat of my hand on her back and moving it in circles as I did my best to calm her down.

Nuzzling her face into my neck as a slight bit of comfort, Grace soon relaxed and quickly fell asleep in my arms before I looked over at Beth.

"We should get her home, she's had a long day." I said as a sigh escaped my lips.
I was exhausted as well to be honest, apparently trying to beat the shit out of one of your ex students makes you incredibly tired.

Beth nodded, not saying a single word, not even looking at me any more.

I narrowed my eyes as I frowned, obviously not in the mood to argue after what has happened today.
I walked back to the car, carefully putting Grace in her car seat as I tried my best not to wake her.

I got in the drivers seat as Beth sat in the passengers seat.

I didn't even have the energy in me to ask her what was wrong, because guarantee it would be something I have done to annoy her.

The drive felt endless until I pulled up at the brightly coloured blue door.

Beth quickly carried Grace inside, not bothering to wake for me like she normally would.

It took so much effort to drag myself inside the house before I slumped down on the sofa.

I heard footsteps a few minutes later before Beth appeared at the door, looking as rough as I felt.

I sighed once again, finally finding the words that left my throat.

"Beth?"

She finally looked at me for the first time since we were at the airport.

"What's wrong? And don't say nothing or that it doesn't matter because it obviously does." I rubbed my eyes as I sat up straight, resting my elbows on my knees.

"You actually scared me before." Beth sighed as she looked over at me, the sadness making an appearance in her eyes.

As those words left her lips, I actually felt my heart break.
Scaring or hurting her or Grace was the last thing I ever wanted to do.

"I-I know," I mumbled. "Jay just made me so mad. He hurt you, he literally took everything that you love away from you and it was heartbreaking to see you like that. I hated it and I just wanted him to feel as bad as you did when he took Grace."

Beth stayed quiet for a few seconds before perching herself next to me, nuzzling her face into my chest, gripping my shirt in her fists.

"I-I know you meant well, Nathan, but you threatened to kill him. I know what he did was bad, and I wanted to hurt him as well but you actually said that you would kill him." Beth mumbled, pressing her forehead against mine.

I looked up into her eyes and nodded.

"I know. I never meant to scare you though babe, you know I would never do that on purpose."

I would never purposely hurt either of my girls.

Beth nodded and took my hand in hers, mine being considerably larger and longer than hers. I chuckled to myself as I intertwined her petite fingers with mine, biting down on my bottom lip.

"You should go to bed baby, it's been a really long day." I mumbled as I pressed my lips softly against hers, moving my free hand to her cheek, caressing it carefully as I felt her skin warm up under my touch as I realised she was blushing.

I knew she loved it when I called her baby, it had always been her favourite nickname.

Beth nodded and stood up, still keeping her hand in mine.

"Are you coming up?" She asked, a slow and sleepy smile forming on her lips.

I nodded and smiled a bit to myself. "I'll be up in a minute." I promised.

I watched Beth go upstairs and into our room, shutting the door behind herself and sighed to myself as I pushed my hand into my jeans pocket, digging my hand around before I pulled it out.

Showing a small, black velvet box in my open hand, I stared at it for a few seconds as my stomach churned with nerves.

I swallows the lump that formed in my throat, sighing.

I had to do this now, before I talked myself out of it.