Publicity

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Nick's POV

"Oh my God!" I heard a man exclaim, and I open my heavy drunken depressed eyes to see Cory standing over me.

"Look at what you're doing to yourself!" He continued to yell, I cringed at his voice "Shut the fuck up asswipe," I muttered.

"Get up," He said as he started to kick me "Get off the floor goddamit!"

I groaned loudly, I didn't realize I was on the floor until I rolled on my side and felt something crunching against my skin. What the hell? What am I lying on...potato chips?

"Go away Cory," I said.

"Look at yourself!" He spat in disbelief as he threw his hands in the air "Look at what are you doing! Tell me honestly are you drunk or high? This can't go on Nick; you've been like this for a week now!"

"Fuck off!" I said.

"No," He disapproved "We need to get you out of here, you're just ruining your own life if you keep doing this. We need to get you out, give you a little sun--" He said as he tore open a curtain and letting the bright sunshine in, I was almost blinded and I groaned. "Close it!" I ordered.

"You need to get out of here and get some fresh air, I'm taking you to your theraphist," He told me "Get ready now."

"No," I said.

"When was the last time you showered? Christ you smell like a sewer." He pointed out "Get the fuck up you piece of shit! Do you not care about yourself? Jesus Christ, Man! What is this about?!"

"I raped Miley. I'm a monster."

He threw his head back in exasperation. "So what?!"

"It's unfair. I raped her, I ruined her life, why am I allowed to go outside and run around free? She doesn't even want to leave her house because of me, I don't deserve to breathe, to see the sun..."

"So what?! You're isolating yourself like a fucking nut head?!"

"Yes."

"Then might as well go to jail!"

"Okay. I will. I want to pay the price of the horrible thing I did." I said melachonically.

"For fuck's sake Nick I wasn't serious! Get up now or I'll have you dragged out of here!"

"Fine." I said.

"Fine?! Oh, okay...wait here!" He challenged and left, I didn't know how long he was gone but when he returned he was with a driver. The next thing I know was I was getting picked up and hauled outside, I didn't know why I wasn't fighting back, it could be the fact that I'm drunk...Cory was slapping me and spraying cold water at my face in the car, he continued to curse at me.

"Shit, I have to take care of something." Cory said "I'll meet you there,"

"Whatever," I said, rolling my eyes, I heard him mutter and closing the car door with a slam, I fell to my side in the car seat as the car started driving away.

"How are you feeling Mr.Jonas?" I heard the driver ask.

"Like shit." I spat "Who are you?"

"It's Bob, sir."

"Oh," I muttered "Okay, whatever."

Bob was silent, I felt like falling asleep again even though I'm sober now."How have you been Mr. Jonas?" He asked, I was a little annoyed.

"I've been shit. Okay? Isn't that enough? Shoot me already, God I want to die..."

"Do you want to talk about it sir?" Bob offered kindly.