One Phone Call

It was supposed to be a nice night out.

Supposed to be.

Nick went to the bar for dinner and ordered a drink. One drink turned into two. Then three.

He couldn't stop. He was having a good time with his friends. It was a nice getaway, having some down time before his tour started in February. The Florida Keys were his escape from everything. From his impending fatherhood to tour life. He just wanted to get away and be Nick for a minute.

It was only supposed to be a minute.

Next thing Nick knew, he was being pushed into the ground by a large man, while he heard police sirens.

No good would come of this.

Nick suddenly remembered the time he'd been in a fight in a club in LA or someplace like that...in his party days. He had spent years convincing everyone he wasn't that person anymore. That he wasn't the party boy who got into trouble. Trouble always found him. He had forgotten to convince himself.

"You have the right to remain silent..."

Nick fought back tears as they threw him in the back seat of the police car, wondering what would happen now. He hadn't hit the other guy too bad, maybe he'd get off with a misdemeanor. Maybe he would be lucky..but he also feared the worst. He was about to be a father and he was ashamed of himself. This was not how fathers should act. He didn't want to be like his own father, a man that liked to drink and get loud. A man that didn't care how he looked to others and disregarded others feelings. Nick didn't consider that man his father anymore, he barely remembered the last time he'd spoken to him.

"What are we going to do, man?" his friend asked from the cell next to his. Nick hated being behind bars, this was the last place he thought he would end up. Not again.

"I dunno but we get a phone call. I'm hoping they let me soon, it's getting late." Nick said, rubbing his bloodshot eyes. The alcohol was wearing off but he felt the pain in his eye from being punched. His head throbbed as he thought of his current options. There weren't many people he could call. Lauren was pregnant, she didn't need the stress. AJ was with Rochelle in LA and wouldn't come to Florida. Brian hardly spoke to him these days so he wasn't even going to attempt.

Nick smiled to himself. He knew one person that would come. He just was scared to death of calling him.

Ring.

Please pick up.

Ring.

Please......

"Hello?"

Nick almost hung up when he answered, his stomach in his throat. He felt his breath catch there like a golf ball was lodged inside, he almost pissed himself. He knew what he was in for dialing this number.

"Kevin?"

Kevin sounded annoyed and a little baffled.

"Nick why are you calling me from the Key West police station?"

Fuck.

"It's a funny story actually...but can you-"

"I'm on my way."

Double fuck.

The dial tone came over the ear piece and Nick hung up, feeling sweat forming on his face. Why was he so scared? Maybe it was because he knew Kevin would be so disappointed in him and he would surely yell at him. At least that's what Nick was expecting. It seemed like eternity but Nick was let out of the jail to find Kevin standing there, leaning against his car with his arms crossed.