Broken. (The sequel to 'Yes Mr.Sykes') - (COMPLETED)

Part 17 - "Darkness."

NATHAN'S P.O.V

I spent the next few weeks basically hibernating, I refused to leave the house in fear that Jay would be hiding somewhere outside.

I was hiding in my own home; I didn't even take Grace to school anymore, or pick her up. Beth was doing everything now.

I sighed as I threw myself down on the bed, burying my head in the pillows. I couldn't go on like this, it was normal.

I was missing out on everything, taking Grace to the park, taking her to school.

I glanced over at the door as Beth stood there, leaning against the door frame, and a nervous look on her face.

"What?" I asked, sitting up. "What's happened? Is Grace okay? Are you okay? Is Jay here?"

"Nathan, everything is fine. You need to stop worrying; nothing is going to happen with Jay." Beth sighed as she sat next to me on the bed.

"I'm worried about you Nathan; you've not been yourself for weeks." Beth mumbled as tears sprung into her eyes.

I nuzzled into her neck, wrapping my arm around her shoulders as I pulled her as close to me as possible.

I felt so guilty for this, I was overreacting massively to Jay's threats, he probably wouldn't do anything... But then again he might.

But I couldn't just spend my life indoors in fear of what might never happen.

I nuzzled into Beth's neck, trying my hardest not to tear up as well.

"Babe?" I mumbled, taking her hands in mine, a slight smile forming on my lips as I saw the engagement ring sparkling on her finger. "I never meant to upset you."

Beth nodded. She knew this. She knew I would never intentionally hurt her.

I sat up in the bed, trying to attempt to fix my messed up, curly hair as it decided to stick up in all directions.

Beth giggled as my attempts of making myself look decent had clearly failed.

"You look adorable." she grinned, finally wiping the tears from her eyes.

I chuckled, shaking my head at her. Beth always thought I looked cute when I had my natural curls. She was a bit daft sometimes. Having curly hair was one of my worst things.

I stood up, pecking her lips and without saying a single word, I walked into the bathroom.

I sighed to myself as I stripped myself of my joggers and boxers, getting into the shower and I instantly relaxed as the hot water hit my skin and started to travel down my body.

I was insanely tense but this was calming me down massively and that's exactly what I needed.

I needed to relax.

I didn't know how long I was in the shower for, but it felt like hours.

I quickly towel dried myself, pulling boxers, a pair of dark jeans, a polo shirt on and once again, I attempted to fix my hair, which failed. Yet again.

I walked out of the room, biting my lip as I saw Beth was in our room, lying on the bed, reading a book as Grace was still in school.

I guess I had to take the chance now.

I left my phone on the table in the hallway and walked outside, hearing the lock click shut on the door behind me as I stepped out into the cold winter January afternoon.

I had to sort this out with Jay, now. Or I'd end up talking myself out of it.

I got in the car, driving to his house like a maniac. I ignored all the drivers beeping their horns at me. A car crash would probably save me at a time like this, be the easier option out of this.

I parked outside Jay's house, not even bothering to knock on his door so I just walked in like it was my own house.

Jay was sprawled out on the sofa when I strolled in.

"What the hell are you doing here now, Nathan?" Jay sighed, rising from the sofa, his fists clenched by his side.

I let out a deep breath.

"We're sorting this our, now." I said, trying to make my voice sound as strong as possible even though I wasn't hiding the fact I was terrified.

Jay knew this, he knew I was scared to be standing up to him, and I was incredibly stupid to be standing up to him.

I didn't care, I wasn't going to live my life like this anymore.

Jay stepped closer to me as I swallowed the fear that was rising in my throat.

I looked up at Jay, who's neck was now level with my face.

See what I meant when I said he was taller than me?

"Go on then." I mumbled, glancing up at him.

I thought I was prepared for what was about to happen, until Jay's forceful fist smacked into my face, knocking me onto the floor.

Before I smashed my head on the floor, passing out.

And I saw nothing, but darkness.

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