Welcome To New York #Wattys2016 (Book 1)

Chapter 18: "Stay"

I didn't know what to expect when I saw them there just looking at him and I. Let's analyze how bad this looks, shall we? Nick is literally down on one knee with a box opened. Inside of it is not a ring but a bracelet with a cross and his apartment key. I, of course, have yet to answer the guy's question. If only I didn't ask the probability of it being a ring, maybe it wouldn't look so bad right now. Nick wouldn't be in this half kneeled position but hugging me or he would be just leaving. It all kind of depended on my answer.

"Get up from the floor son and then GET THE FUCK out of my house before I really send you to HELL." My dad screams sternly to him. By the way, Nick's face looked scared. I could tell that my father had literally scared the living shit out of him. The poor kid.

"Yes, Sir." He says with a sad expression on his face not knowing my answer. "Text me later baby." He says before walking out and looks back to me. "I love you." He says with a blushed face and a toothy grin. I roll my eyes and blow him a kiss, taking my bracelet to my room where it will be in my jewelry box for all eternity because that's what Abigail Carter does with pieces of jewelry. Unless if it's really important to me, then I'll wear it every so often.

As I close the box that holds my most prized possessions, I hear my phone chime with a text from Nick. He is asking me the same question with a thumbs up and thumbs down option this time.

I smiled. Then the thought of my dad popped in my head and then the thought of disappointing him came into mind when that happened. I couldn't disappoint my Dad. I'd never forgive myself so I texted Nick back. I told him that I didn't think that moving in with each other is the best idea right now until things cooled down with everything that just happened since it did look a little suspicious.

He then texts back "Oh okay but you have my key if you need it."

I sighed. It wasn't easy being in a relationship, especially one that was as complicated as a celebrity relationship. I then hear "Aby, can you come here please" as I walk back to the place where I just stood a few minutes ago.

"Yes, Dad," I say half smiling half frowning. Nothing good can come out of this people; a dad wanting to talk to his daughter about something that just happened a few seconds ago.

"I want to know what went down when we walked into this house and why that prick was inside my house without my permission in the first place." He says with an angry voice.

"Nothing bad," I say to him sincerely, "He just wanted to know why I rejected his proposal on the porch the other day," I say with a sincere tone of voice to him.

"You want to explain to me why he half kneeled in the middle of our living room with a box opened like he was FUCKING PROPOSING!!!" Steam was coming out of his ears at this point as I explained myself the best way I could.

"He wanted me to move in with him." I say to him while my Mom just looked at me like she was wishing me luck with this conversation but then she butted in and said; "HE WANTS TO WHAT!!!"

She heard me. I don't know why she's acting so shocked, I mean heck they did it themselves and a year later she had me and Bri. So, if I can't move in with him, what am I going to do? I'm not going to be living here all my life.

"You guys I'm going to be 22 almost," I tell them with a stern tone of voice. "I think it's time I've made my own life decisions," I tell them

"That's true." My mom says having my back. "But Nick," she says with a disgusted face that I really don't like to see when she talks about someone she doesn't really like. For example, Trish Thompson; I forgave her once. I knew she was in my anatomy class but Mom on the other hand, well let's just say she never knows how to let go of the past.

"I don't trust Nick." My Dad says this time with a straight face without beating around the bush.

As I roll my eyes at him, I tell him with my nasty ass attitude. "Yeah, I know you don't, I've seen the DAMNED DAMAGE YOU'VE DONE TO HIS FACE!!! YOU'RE SO FUCKING LUCKY HE DIDN'T PRESS FUCKING CHARGES ON YOU FOR BEATING THE LIVING SHIT OUT OF HIM!!!" I spat out to him making him slap me in the face. My Dad has never done to me before, well not that I remember.

"HOW DARE YOU FUCKING TALK TO ME LIKE THAT!!!!" He shouts at me "YOU'RE LUCKY I DON'T GIVE YOU AN ASS WHOOPING AFTER BEING SO FUCKING DISRESPECTFUL!! YOU BETTER WATCH YOURSELF, YOUNG LADY!! I AM STILL YOUR FATHER AND YOU NEED TO RESPECT THAT!!!" He says while continuing his shouting.

Honestly, I just stand there, stunned that he didn't just slap me like that. I mean let's not be so blindsided Aby you did just throw a bombshell on them.

"You know what give me your phone and your IPad." He says sternly as he knows those two things are my babies. They both know I'll never survive without them. Then at dinner, he'll rub it in by asking "How does it feel not to have anything?" I'll pretend I don't care when on the inside I'm dying. That's how twisted they are when we get grounded.

"That is so unfair," I say with disbelief that he is actually doing this to me. I'm literally almost 22 and they're treating me like I'm 16 again, well sorry but I'm not anymore.
"You want to talk about unfair, how about you disrespecting me and cursing me out like I'm someone from school. That's what's unfair." He spats out to me.

As I roll my eyes and walk back to my room to go get the things he wants, I quickly text everyone I have contact with and tell them I will not have my phone and IPad for a couple of days... and then I turn them both off so that way they won't have to look through my privacy. I then come out of my room and give him my babies and he puts them up on the fridge. I go back to my room and just lay there and try to fall asleep to not think about what I just got taken away.

It isn't until midnight where I A.) try to grab my phone and IPad from on top of the fridge by using a chair to get them and then B.) I call my chauffeur from the Vocational Rehabilitation to come and pick me up from my house, but I have to pack somethings first. I then text Jasmine to see if I can crash at her place but she didn't answer. Typical if I do say so myself.

I call Ricardo after I packed some clothes in one of my old backpacks and then my electronics in my briefcase. I then slowly move the small dresser trying not to wake up Bri as I move it. Water then falls on the floor as I have successfully moved the thing that was blocking my entrance. I then open the window and escape from my bedroom. Of course, I take my crutches to help me with walking the long distances and also having my jewelry box in the backpack I am taking.

All I know is that I should've never done this as I tell Ricardo to take me to Miami International Airport where I will go to New York to be with Nick. I knew that I would never hear the end of it with my parents when I saw them again. I knew they were not going to be happy and I knew I could never gain their trust again. My Mom even specified that the first day I moved to New York for college. I can just hear her saying "Trust needs to be earned Aby you know that."

As we get closer to the airport, I text everyone that I love them since I know I won't have any reception on the plane. Also, both electronics will have to be on either Airplane Mode or shut off; whichever I desire.

The plane ride wasn't so bad since it was really early in the morning. As I get off the humorous bird; metaphorically speaking, I grab my phone and call Joe to come and get me. When he arrives, he asks me "You going to Nick's?" and I nod falling asleep in the vehicle like I always do.

Joe just shakes me awake and points to the apartment where his brother is staying. He gives me the apartment number which I wrote down on my phone in order not to forget it.

I then knock on the door to which a very tired looking Nick opens and just smiles at me while rubbing the sleep out of his eyes.

"Aby?" He asks in a tired but yet confused tone of voice. "What are you doing here?" He asks me with his eyes wide open now and looking surprised to see me.

"Surprise," I say smiling at him. I guess it was really surprising to him because he just stood there staring in shock for a few seconds. Then finally he picks me up from the floor with my crutches and stuff just falling onto the hardwood. He then just closes the door and takes me to the bedroom while kissing my lips and leaving a trail of hickeys on my neck. Gosh, how I missed feeling this way with him.

"How did you get here?" He says as he just continues kissing my body all over.

As I breathe roughly, gasping for air from my climax I roughly speak and say. "Joe brought me here." He flips me over me at the bottom. Now I am taking my turn to lavish him with kisses and tongue teasing and maybe a little private area teasing if she's in the mood. I can't believe it's 6 am and we're pleasuring each other so fucking early.

"What about your parents?" He asked enjoying the intimacy I am right now giving him. "Gee Nick for a Virgo whose shy you sure do talk a lot," I respond.

He smirks and takes over not letting me finish. No, this isn't a part of the game plan. I was supposed to have his climax and we were supposed to cum together. The joy ride is interrupted by my phone ringing. I just ignore it and he looks up at me and asks "You're not going to get that?" I turn off the electronic and turn to him once more smiling. " Does that answer your question?" I ask as he is back on top and finish him.

"You do realize all you had to do was stay right." He says and then continues as he climaxed enjoying the dripping cum on my pussy.

"You would've given me the cold shoulder," I say to him enjoying his sweet and yummy cum, which to me tasted salty but I like it that way.

As we both just lay there, now breathing heavily as we had just finished eating at each other. I start to wonder what our story would've been like if I actually did stay in New York the day he told me that I was a replacement for Olivia. What would've become of us? I guess your guess is as good as mine.