Wrapped

Chapter 43

~Nick

My mom's eyes darted my way as she crossed her arms, tapping her foot against the floor impatiently, "Tell me what happened, now, Nick," She repeated.

I opened my mouth as if to say something, but instead of telling my mother what had happened, I broke down into uncontrollable sobbing. Tears burned my skin as they rolled down my cheeks, staining them. My breathing turned into harsh gasps for air. I hugged myself, trying to calm down, but it seemed to only have made it worse.

Before I knew it, my mom's anger and rage had turned into comfort and guilt. She sat beside me on my bed, hugging me tightly and making soft 'sh' sounds.

My mom brushed my hair with her fingers out of my face, trying to look into my eyes, "Nick," She said softly, her eyes already glazed with tears, "I know this is hard, but I need you to tell me what happened."

I bite my bottom lip hard while I keep crying. How can I tell her? She would be so disappointed in me, and she would never trust me ever again. I can't believe I even told Zack about my father. It only made matters worse, and it's not like that I liked what happened to me, because I very much didn't, but it already hurt Zack knowing about it and it obviously hurt my mom.

"Take deep breaths," My mom motions to inhale deeply and let it out. I do it, and it calms me down a little, but I keep crying. "Now, just slowly tell me what happened today. That's all I ask for."

I nod and rub my eyes. Before I speak, I look up at my mom one last time, her eyes clearly showed that she was terrified of what I might say.

"Please, nick," She said one last time, a single tear poured down the side of her face.

I close my eyes and take in another deep breath, I slowly had stopped crying completely, which was good because I could now explain.

When I opened my eyes again, I finally spoke, "During my first class, there was a call saying that I had an appointment, so I went to the front office and he was standing there-"

"How did you know it was him, Nick?" My mom interrupted, her tone sounding more stern.

I bit my bottom lip and looked down. I never did tell her about the whole hospital incident. Guilt overcame me, I knew I should have told someone.

"This was the first time you've seen him since you were little, right?" She asked, full of concern. Her eyes widened and she bit her lip, obviously scared.

I shook my head slowly, "N - no," I said as quietly as I could.

I heard a small gasp come from my mother, "Where?" She growled.

"At the hospital," I quickly said, looking down at my hands, my mom gasped again. "But he didn't really do anything, he just, sort of," I paused. To be honest, I felt quite embarrassed by saying this to my mom. It was hard enough telling her about the twins, but now talking about my own father, it's even harder.

" 'Sort of' what, Nick? Tell me, now," She said angrier, it was as if all the comfort inside of her has just vanished.

I could start to feel the tears coming back to my eyes, stinging them. "He only touched my chest and stomach, then left, he didn't exactly hurt me," I say, allowing a few tears to fall.

"Why didn't you tell me, earlier? I could have done something! Do you realize how bad this is, Nick? Do you?!" She yelled and stood up from the bed, pacing around the room, something she had always done when she got angry.