FML

Leaving Pt2

* Nic's POV*
-Before they leave-

I see Andrea on the floor after I realized I did it. I lost my mind. I ran into the back yard and sprayed myself with the hose to get a hold of my self. I sit there for a while and think, what am I gonna tell Taylor? How do I apologize?
I'm freaking out and then I hear Andrea's car drive out of the garage. I run to the front to watch her fade away into the night. No way am I letting her leave, especially not with my daughter! I need to explain, I can't let them leave.
I get into my car and race after hers.

*Andrea's POV*

I'm driving, crying, and overthinking all at once. Trying to figure out what do we do from here, if I should go back. And it breaks me down each time I replay the look in his eyes over and over again. I look in the mirror and speed off as fast as a can.
"Taylor, hold on." It was him, he was following us. I don't know what had happened but I don't care, I won't let it happen again...
*CRASH*
I CANNOT BELIEVE IT! HE JUST HIT MY CAR! I'm unconscious and Taylor screams for me to wake up from the back seat. The car has spun, and my head is bleeding. I can't move. This didn't just happen.
I woke up in Nic's car, which is in the garage. My head is pounding. I go to get out but I'm tired. I think about getting to my daughter and enter my house from the garage, which leads to the living room. I look around and he's sitting at the table -the table we eat at - doing cocaine. I stood up confident, and tried to confront him.. Then he turns around with bugged eye and he just looks crazed. I just can't, he approaches me and I'm hyperventilating. But he doesn't hurt me, he touches my face ever so slightly and apologizes. He hand warm and almost comforting.
"Drea I'm SO SO sorry, I couldn't let you leave me. You and Tay hold my heart. How would I look without my heart?" He says to me sincerely. "And, and, you do want the best for Taylors safety.. Right?" he says slightly irritated. "Are you threatening my daughter?" I say cautiously.
"Of course not. That's my baby girl." He laughed it off, then his voice trails off.
"What is wrong with you ?" My voice is breaking. And I hawk spit in his face... Twice.
Why is this happening to me? My daughters protection means everything to me. So we stayed for days, weeks, months, which turns into years. Of abuse and drugs.