VALERIE

Fifty Eight

"You're still bleeding bad Nick, hold still." Mia's voice was hushed as she skimmed over Nick's stomach with a rag doused in hydrogen peroxide.

He groaned at the stinging pain, he didn't imagine himself getting cut up so badly.

"What were you thinking?" She murmured to herself as Nick was holding onto a couch cushion with all his strength,

"Shut the fuck up and help me." He snapped at her before she purposely slapped the cut while her hand was wet with rubbing alcohol, Nick felt the stinging last for minutes before Mia put down a bandage patch on him.

Mia crossed her arms and made the short walk to her kitchen, and washed her hand she was more than irritated with Nick's attitude the past few days.

Nick was exhausted, laying down on her couch with his eyes shut. He felt physically, emotionally, and mentally drained to the point where he wanted to just shut down.

He missed her.

Bad.

"Nick, you can't be doing this." Mia spoke up, she shut off the faucet and then strolled over to where he was laying.

She sat next to him on an open space and just stared.

His eyes were still shut, he scrunched his forehead up and frowned to indicate he didn't want her watching him.

"Let's binge watch American Horror Story?" He finally managed to say without groaning in pain. Smiling Mia agreed as she took a seat next to him on the couch.

//

When the doorbell rang Mia exhaled a deep breath, "Coming." She said forcefully as she approached the door, when she opened it she scoffed, "You have a lot of fucking nerve bitch."

"I'm not here to fight with you, I need to see Nick."

Nick heard her voice and with all his strength tried to get up but the excruciating pain was too much, his grown alerted Valerie and she shoved past Mia, coming into her home uninvited.

"Nick, are you okay?" She asked crouching beside the couch he was strewn on.

"Yeah he is, I helped him." Mia interrupted shutting the door, Valerie paid no attention to her and instead ran her hands through Nick's hair, he was looking straight into her glistening eyes as she was cupping his jaw, running her fingers on his lips.

"Are you okay?" She breathed frantically,

"Yeah." He mused, letting her tightly hug him.

Mia watched quietly. In pure jealousy.

Why was she getting the short end of the stick?

Valerie didn't deserve Nick, he was way too good for her.

If anything Mia felt she deserved him, since day one she's been by his side. Through thick and thin since he was younger, she felt as if Valerie took her spot without even trying and the worst part was that Nick let her. She didn't want to contain it anymore.

No, she wanted to let it all out once and for all.

"So what you're getting back with her?" Mia croaked, "Why is she more special to you than me? Someone who is possibly carrying your future child?"

"I feel sick." Nick told Valerie, as Valerie kissed his jaw, both of them ignoring Mia.

Mia herself felt sick, she was done with it. Done with the hatred and jealousy, the constant stress over Nick who she thought couldn't care less about her.

"Nick." Mia peeped.

"Yeah?" He replied a bit distraught.

"Tell me you're not getting back with her."