Nicko
Wilmer's eyes widened when he saw me and Demi gasped after she peaked behind me.
"Wilmer? What are you doing here?"
"I heard what happened. I came to... Uhh... I came to give you flowers and tell you how sorry I am for what happened."
Inside of me, something snapped. I don't know if it's the way he said it, or the fact that he thought he had the right to see her, especially at a time like this, but one moment we were five feet apart, and the next I was on top of him, hitting him over and over again. He was yelling and trying to defend himself but I didn't give him the chance, not stopping even after he was unconscious. Hospital aids were trying to pull me off of him but they weren't strong enough. Eventually though, I felt two arms wrap around my waist and somebody's lips at my ear.
"Nicko. Baby, please stop."
It was Demi, and she was crying.
"Please Nicko, stop hitting him." I finished with one more punch, then sat back to look at the damage. I had definitely broken his nose, and probably his jaw and cheekbone. I was pulled to my feet and Demi tugged me away from the crowd of people, out the doors and into the parking lot where I leaned on my knees, gasping for air. Demi put a hand on my back and I could feel her trembling. I looked at my hands, covered in Wilmer's blood. I looked at her, seeing the fear in her eyes. I straightened up and flexed my hands out, my aching knuckles screaming in protest.
"He had no right to come here."
It wasn't a good justification for what I had just done.
Demi shook her head, "Let's just go."
We didn't talk the entire way home from the hospital, Demi kept her eyes out the window, occasionally wiping a tear from her eyes. We pulled into the driveway and I got out, walking to Demi's side of the car to help her.
"I need you to call Phil, tell him what happened, and cancel my appearances for the next two weeks. Put a statement out." She said, ignoring my hand that was outstretched to help her.
I nodded and shoved my hand into my pocket, "Are you hungry? You haven't eaten today."
She glanced at me, her eyes flitting to my bruised and bloody knuckles, "I don't have much of an appetite."
I swallowed hard, "Okay."
We walked inside, and instantly Dianna flew into our view, pulling Demi into a tight hug, "Babygirl." She breathed, "I'm so sorry. How are you feeling?"
Demi cut me a glare that read, "You called my mom?!" And I gave her a sheepish shrug.
"I'm okay. You really didn't have to come all the way from California. It's not a big deal mom. I really just want and need to be alone to deal with this."
She put her hand on Demi's cheek, "Okay baby, I just needed to make sure you were alright and to see my grand baby. Mia's asleep in her room. I love you."
They hugged, then Dianna hugged me, "Don't let go of her." She whispered fiercely, then kissed Demi's cheek and was out the door.
"You called my mom?!" Demi demanded, once the door shut.
"Demi you were in surgery! Of course I called your mom!"
She shook her head, "You shouldn't of done that. I don't want to be around anyone right now. I just need to deal with this and be alone for awhile."
I looked down, "I thought we were supposed to be dealing with this together."
Demi curled her lip up, "That was before you attacked Wilmer when he just came to say he was sorry. He came because he was sorry for what happened and before he could ever explain himself you attacked him! I don't want to deal with this with you if that's how you work through your emotions."
