DAY SIXTEEN OUT OF THIRTY ONE.
DECEMBER 27, 2014.
DAY ELEVEN OF WINTER BREAK.
3:34 PM.
ARABELLAS P.O.V.
"So I was like Angelia I want to, I really, reall-"
"Hey faggot!" Nick's dad stumbles thru the door with a bottle in his hand, scaring Nick and I.
"Don't think I'm done with you- cause I'm not." He points his finger at Nick, a little bit of his drink spilling out of the bottle.
"Babe, go upstairs." Nick whispers to me as I hide behind him. I shake my head and grip onto the back of his shirt.
"Who's this slut?" I feel Nick tense at his dad's words.
"Don't you dare talk about her that way."
"Why, is she your girlfriend?" He teases and burps loudly.
"No she's not. Just get out, they're not home."
"So since she isn't your girlfriend can I take her out for a spin?"
"You sick bastard! Don't you ever speak about her like that again or I swear to god, you will be a dead man." I have to hold Nick back from attacking his dad.
"Nick, stop it." I whisper, watching as his jaw tenses even more.
"God dammit Arabella I said go upstairs!" He screams, causing me to flinch. I listen to him anyway, running into his room.
"Aw, got to protect your little slut?" I hear his dad chuckle before a weird sound of cracking sounds. This happens a few more times before it's just one sound over and over. I'm guessing that one of them are getting beat up, and I'm hoping it's not Nick.
Of course, If I could I would run down there and beat the absolute shit out of Nick's 'father'. But I can't. What I can do though, is go down and save Nick if he's getting beat up.
I wait a few minutes to see if they would stop, but they haven't. So I decide to go downstairs, even if it is against what Nick says. I don't even care at this point.
When I get downstairs, I see Nick hovering over what looks like an unconscious body. He is still punching him over and over, until I grab his arm.
"It's not safe, get upstairs." He orders before yanking his arm out of my grip and punching the body again. I wince and grab his arm again, holding it tighter this time. Tears form in the corners of my eyes as I see the damage he has done on my poor Nick's face. I'm sure Nick's lips would be broken if they could break, coming from the huge gash on his bottom lip. One of his eyes were swollen and bruised.
"Babygirl please don't cry." he raises his blood covered hand towards my face, but I smack it away.
I hated fights, I always have. They ruin things, no matter what.
"Baby." he mumbles, getting off the ground and standing up. I gasp as I see the other side if his face, which was all cut and bruised.
"What- oh my god." I start crying, for some reason I feel like it's all my fault.
"Please don't." He whispers, his hands grabbing mine.
"Just let me clean you up." He nods and goes to his bathroom, me following behind. He grabs all the cleaning supplies I need and sits on the counter.
"You look so cute when you're focused." Nick laughs, wincing in pain after.
"Yeah, focused on cleaning my boyfriends face." I mumble, blushing when I realize what I said.
"Boyfriend?" He asks, raising his eyebrows.
I'm not afraid to admit it.I would like for him to be mine. It would be nice, because we all know best friends don't do the things we do.
"It would be nice." I shrug, pressing the cotton ball with disinfectant to his cut knuckles. He winces once more, his nose scrunching up.
I laugh and press a kiss to his nose. He smiles and kisses me once more.
God I'm in love.
»authors note«
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HELLO! SORRY FOR A SHORT CHAPTER, BUT I FELT BAD FOR NOT UPDATING IN A WHILE.
ITS ALSO A FILLER REALLY, SO SORRY.
THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR 5K, I HVE NO IDEA HOW I GOT IT, BUT I DID AND IM THANKFUL.
I'm writing a book! An actual book! Woah!
(Keep the comments coming, they make me happy.)
-Ashley.
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