The following weekend, Nick had to leave Newport. His brother, Joe got back from Paris and heard of the whole hassle. It has been going on for a while, but Joe didn't know Nick ran away.
When he arrived he immediately urged Nick to go back home. The following morning he hopped onto the flight late afternoon. The flight arrived by 4:30PM to New York City, there was no special greetings from family or friends.
He got into a cab and was dropped off in front of his apartment. He didn't feel like going in, he hoped Samantha wasn't there. Hopefully she had a late call to another city or country to do her shoots. Nick got his luggages and went up the elevator to his flat.
When he went in, he was a little shock to see what seemed to be a scandalous report if he was someone famous like Brad Pitt or a Kardashin.
There were clothes, his girlfriend's clothes and a stranger male's clothes lying on his floor. Clothing that he recognizes not to be his. He wasn't sure if he was angry, heart broken or disappointed.
He couldn't believe she would bring home a man and cheat on him, especially when he wasn't home. He left his luggages in the living room and went to the bedroom, she was in an intense make out session with the man.
They were both naked on his bed, he was in disgust to even sleep there tonight.
"GET OUT," Nick screamed, he was mad and his face was red.
Both Samantha and the man she affaired with turned their head in surprise and were frightened looking at him. The scrambled to find their clothes.
Samantha threw on her robe that lay untouched by the wing chair next to the bed, she wrapped it around her model size body. She runs out to Nick who was already walking down the halls.
"N-Nick, baby, I know this looks wrong but..." Her hazel eyes crumbles down with tears, fake tears.
Nick was not buying this, the next she will say its her mistake and for the obvious, plead for forgiveness. Something Nick will not accept.
"He made, I'm so sorry babe, I promise it won't happen again... Nick say something," she pelase on, with the tears that rolls down her cheeks.
Nick looked at her in pure disgust, he wasn't sure if he was heartbroken to see her with another man in front of him or for the fact he was just cheated on.
"Baby..." she tried to hold his hand. Nick flinched off her touch.
"I don't ever want to see you again, the door is that way. You can go pack your stuff and leave the keys on the coffee table," Nick said bluntly, he was in no purity to feel bad for her.
"Nick..." she cried, "You're giving up on us? It's been two years..."
"You gave up on me the moment you let that man in the house or maybe even before? Were there any more guys?" Nick was fed up, he didn't let her speak, he grabbed his set of keys took his luggage with him back out.
He slammed the door on his way out, careless of her breaking down inside the house. He only realize the tears swepting down his face when he got into his car, he punched the wheel although he knew all it did was hurt himself.
He couldn't believe that she fooled him that way. He felt betrayed but most of all hurt and broken. He hated to feel this way, or even the smallest of vulnerable and that's what she made him.
At this point, he was desperate to go back to Newport. To see nanna and cry his misery away.
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The bars in New York weren't half so bad, they were actually pretty qualified to classy, some of them. After getting into that fight, Nick roamed around the city in his car for a few hours.
When it was about dark, he found himself at a bar in the downtown. He took beers after one another. Next thing, he was passed out drunk on the barside.
The bartender called his manager, his boss insisted to get someone to take him home. They asked Nick to call someone, but he was too drunk to respond. They took out his phone and tried to search for a contact.
Nick lay peacefully on the couch being accompanied by some pillows and a soft warm blanket. The day broke out with the warm sunlight of New York shining through the windows.
His eyes flutter opened to the smell of bacon and eggs, he looked around the atmosphere noting he was not at his home. He was at his brother's, Joe's apartment.
Nick made himself at home as usual, he walks over to the kitchen and took a seat by the breakfast bar. Joe across was frying two plates of eggs.
"Morning bro, need some pills for that hangover of yours," Joe grins and tosses the eggs into the air follow by a flip.
Nick groaned, falling to his crossed arms on the counter top, remembering the events of yesterday but things went blank after those nonstop, ongoing liquor to his presence.
"How'd I get here?" Nick asks him, Joe passes him his plate as Nick gets up to get some advil from the cabinet and a glass of water. He knew Joe's house inside out.
"Haha, funny, a very nice lady dropped you off and it turns out, she wasn't Samantha," Joe chuckles, but the mention of Samantha made Nick feel awful and hurt again. He tried to ignore those feeling and stayed in search for the advil.
"We broke up," Nick stated bluntly, his brothers shuts up with the jokes and chuckles. Joe walks around the island over to Nick, his eyes were bewildered shocked.
"What?"
"I got home last night and caught her in bed with her manager, so I kicked her out," Nick tried not to let the tears of hurt fall, Joe felt bad for his brother.
Joe hated to see his brother heartbroken, he was always vulnerable when it comes to love, "Whatta a two face bitch."
That made Nick chuckle a little, "Yea, I don't think I'm comfortable going back anytime soon so can I..-"
"Of course," Joe answered before Nick got down to it, "I got your back, bro."
"Thanks," Nick patted back on Joe's shoulder.
Joe had to leave to work, although it was Sunday, but he had to go in on some weekends. Joe left right after work, Nick forgot to ask him about the "lady" that dropped him off. He hardly remembered the bar he went to.
He changed his attire into something suitable for the day and decided to go pick up his car. He hoped it was still there and he didn't get a ticket. Which he probably did, it's New York.
He took a cab there, it was a sunny day and he knew quite well that, that area shouldn't have traffic during the morning. Not much people pride for drinking in the morning.
Although the streets were crowded. Nick had to walk a few streets to find his car, he sighed when he saw the ticket on his windshield front. He picked up the yellow reciept looking paper and dug it down his pocket.
He went to the parking machine and put in a new ticket for his car. He decided to take a stroll in the city, he walked down the streets.
As he exit a Starbucks with a cup of tea in hand, he looked down and between the crowded lines of people he saw a familiar face. He couldn't put his hands on it, but he decided to walk forward and call for her.
