The Dirt (Your Version)

Chapter 13- Breaking Point

Trigger Warning for this chapter is also a major spoiler so I will write it at the bottom of this chapter and if anyone needs to read it, please scroll down to find it. 

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Two days later, Nikki was knocking on your front door once again. This time at a reasonable hour.

"I'm sorry." Were the first words out his mouth when you opened the door.

He was standing on your porch with his hands in his pockets looking tired. His skin was a little pale, but his eyes didn't have that look about them... he was completely sober. Surprisingly.

"I was an asshole the other night."

You sighed before stepping to the side, "come in."

Nikki nodded hesitantly walking into your house and making his way into the living room, but unlike last time, he didn't start pacing or shouting. He remained quiet with a concentrated look on his face like he was trying to figure out the right thing to say.

"I should have told you earlier." You said, breaking the silence.

Nikki tilted his head up and those sea green eyes met yours. But he seemed hesitant to speak as if he was afraid that he would say the wrong thing.

"I-I don't even know whose baby this is." You admitted, looking away from him. "It could be yours or it could be Tommys. I have no idea. And I... I..."

"Do you want to keep it?" He asked carefully.

You shrugged, "I don't know."

Nikki nodded before he plonked himself down on your couch resting his elbows on his knees and burying his face into his hands with a heavy sigh. He didn't say anything for a few minutes seeming to contemplate his life choices while you stood across the room and watched him nervously.

"What do you want me to do?" You asked helplessly.

"It doesn't matter what I want. It's your body, Y/N."

Y/N.

Nikki rarely ever called you by your real name. It was always princess.

"Do you hate me?"

Tears were beginning to rise in your eyes at the mere possibility of Nikki hating you. After everything the two of you had been through... after all these years... you wouldn't be able to handle it if he hated you.

"No." He answered instantly, looking back over at you and his expression soften when he saw the tears in your eyes. "I could never hate you."

You sniffed and wiped your eyes hating yourself for crying so easily. Stupid hormones.

Nikki was on his feet and in front of you within a blink of an eye, but you lowered your head not wanting him to see how weak and pathetic you were.

"Hey. It's okay." He whispered, hooking his thumb under your chin and tilting your head up until your teary eyes met his. "Please don't cry. It's okay."

You shook your head, "it's not okay. I haven't had a test to confirm it, but I know it'll be positive, and I don't know what to do, Sixx. I never wanted this. I never wanted... and now I don't know what to do. I can't look after a baby. What the fuck am I meant to tell Vince? I don't know what to do and-"

"Hey, hey, hey, just breathe. Princess, breathe." Nikki said, cutting off your nervous ramblings.

You shook your head at him unable to get any air into your lungs. You were working yourself up into a panic, but you didn't know how to pull yourself out of it. Nikki was still talking. His lips were moving frantically but you couldn't hear him above the pulsing in your ears.