GROUNDING 🏈 Nick Bosa

#EIGHTY TWO.

Both Joey and I are startled by a loud knock on the door. I look at him frantically and pull back on my panties and sweats. Joey follows quickly and gets his shorts back on.

I stand up and cower into the corner of the kitchen, I had an idea of who it might have been at the door.

He looks through the peep hole, he snaps his head back to look at me. "Shit, it's Nick."

"I told him." I say in a panic.

"What?!" Joey explodes. "Lili.. what the fuck is wrong with you?!"

"He asked, I couldn't lie. He didn't seem mad about it. He was surprisingly okay."

"Fuck!" He brushes a hand through his hair before opening the door.

Nick slowly walks in and ignores Joey as if he wasn't even in the room at the moment. He catches his eyes with mine and I could tell he had been crying.

"Liliana, I don't care what's going on here, but please  just come home." He says in a soft tone.

"Nick... you have to stop this." I tell him.

"I fucking can't. I'm so fucking in love with you." He replies, as his voice cracks.

"Then I'll have to stop you. I can't keep doing this. You made me lose my fucking job because you were mad and wanted to punish me. I thought about it and I don't want to be with someone like that."

"Liliana, please just come fucking home!" He starts to cry, he reminded me of a child throwing a temper tantrum.

"Nicky, I don't think she wants to leave." Joey says, in a careful tone.

Nick spins around in a aggressive manner. "Don't fucking talk to me right now." He snaps. "You went behind my back again!"

"—And once again, you broke up with her. Leaving me to pick her up after you tear her down." Joey says.

"She'll always be mine before she was yours. You must love leftovers." Nick sneers.

"If leftovers are Lili, then yeah, I do." Joey answers.

"Mother fucker."

Nick starts to advance towards Joey, but he stops him by gripping him into a tight hug around his arms and body.

"We're not doing this tonight, Nicky. Just stop." Joey says, calmly.

"I want to fucking kill you." Nick says as he starts to cry angry tears.

"I know, I know." Joey replies, patting Nicks back. "It's gonna be okay. Just relax, man."

Nick starts breaking down further and Joey adjust his arms, so that they were now underneath his to practically have to hold him up.

"I lost my fucking game..." Nick cries.

"It's a team sport, Nicky. You didn't lose that game, your team lost that game. You played hella good." Joey replies, trying to comfort him the best he could.