Sequel to Dear Nick. This story continues where Dear Nick left off, in the epilogue. If you haven't read Dear Nick, read it to see how they began. Their love is deep & pure, having been perfect since they finally got on the same page. Now, their per...
Immediately after I learned of the attack, in Germany, exactly where Nick was, I slipped into a near catatonic state. I don't remember what happened after I felt Denny's arms around me, as I screamed in agony, on the living room floor. The pain I had felt, in my chest, was overwhelming, to say the least. The silence in between wails, was deafening.
The next thing I remember was waking up in a semi dark room, when I felt my mom sit on the bed I had been sleeping in. I hoped I had dreamt that Nick was possibly a victim of the latest terrorist attack on our world. When I saw my mom's red rimmed, puffy eyes I knew I hadn't been dreaming.
"Demi? You should eat something. You haven't eaten in over twelve hours." Mom said. I didn't respond with words, instead I rolled over, with my back to her. I heard her sigh, then felt her hand on my side. "Do you want me to bring Evan in to see you? That might cheer you up."
I rolled my eyes even, if she couldn't see me. If I could find my voice, I would have screamed at her, telling her nothing could cheer me up since my husband was probably dead. I'd never see him again. My son would never know what it felt like to have his dad hold his hand as he walked or throw him up in the air. My son would never know the kind of man his dad was. Seeing my son right now would just make me more sad & angry.
After minutes of silence my mom left the room. Eventually I fell asleep & woke up when the warm sun landed on my face. I rolled over but didn't sit up. I didn't have the energy to force my upper body to lift my heavy heart. I stared at the ceiling, wanting to cry, but no tears came. I cried so much when I first heard that I think my well was dry.
I don't know how long I laid there, but eventually I heard the door open & heard Denny's voice, "Demi?" I continued to stare at the ceiling & he eventually came into the room. Denny came to stand beside the bed. "Demi, do you want me to take you home? Do you want me to get you some food? Do you want to see Evan? I think he misses you."
I wanted to scream at him, but, again, I had no energy. I wanted to lay here & give up on life. I didn't want to eat or see anyone. I didn't want to go home where I'd be smacked in the face with memories of Nick. I didn't want to live, anymore, if Nick wasn't here to go through the rest of my life with. Denny left, at some point, after I ignored him for a while.
Later in the day, my dad came into the room & I heard his voice, sounding very serious, when he spoke. "Demetria Devonne. I know you're hurting right now but you have a son who needs you. It's terrible what happened but you are still here. You still need to be a mom. If you don't get out of that bed & come eat something & hold your son I am going to drive you to a hospital for psychiatric care."
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I turned my head, my eyes darting to my father's face & I saw his hard, worried expression so I knew he meant business. I sighed, flinging the sheet off of me, then slid off the bed. When I stood up I felt dizzy & my dad had to come to my side to keep me from falling. It had been a while since I had stood upright, so it hit me that I had to pee. I ran into the bathroom, pushing my dad, as I did.
