The Actress and the Athlete: A JJ Watt Story [ON HOLD]

Chapter Eight

****Ok this would've been up last night, but the VMA's distracted me. I regret nothing. ENJOY!!!****

Thursday:

"Thanks guys, see you next week!!" I yell to my band members as they walk out the studio. We had just finished recording the last of the covers and I had less than an hour to get ready before JJ came to pick me up. Once everyone had finally left, I sprinted back into the house and hopped in the shower with Crys following behind.

"You seriously, without a doubt, have THE WORST LUCK EVER!!" Crys yells from my bedroom. "I mean seriously, you really do."

"I'm really starting to regret even telling you what happened." I say dryly as I walk out of the bathroom.

"Well, you did so get over it. I mean shit he had you in the palm of his hand, LITERALLY, and then BAM! A phone call fucks it all up and you're left with blue balls. That is just so unfair!"

"Crys, come on!"

"I'm just saying, hun. If you weren't sexually frustrated before, shit...I mean the guy's basically walking porn for crying out loud!" she busts out laughing.

"Crys, stop!!" I laugh, throwing my towel at her. "You are so wrong!"

She falls back on the bed, holding her sides from laughing so hard. "You seriously need to get a man." I joke.

"You ain't kidd-" Her laughter came to a screeching halt when she looked up at me. Her eyes seemed to fill with anger as she looked at me in my bra and underwear, but I didn't know why.

"What's wrong?"

"I thought you were you gonna that covered." She replied harshly as she points at a scar on my left thigh in the shape of an "A". Realizing, I quickly grabbed the jeans I had laid out and put them on.

"Um...yea, yea I am." I lie. "It's just... we've been really busy lately, plus it's kind of faded to the point where you can hardly see it."

"Bullshit, Nicole! I can see it clear as day. I swear if Alex ever decides to pop back in your life, I'll kill him. I'm not kidding Nicole! I'll go to jail, I don't care!"

"Crys..."

"You promised me that you were either gonna get a tattoo over it, or get that thing where they get rid of stretch marks. I don't understand why you still have that disgusting thing on you!"

"Crys." I could feel the tears starting to form.

"I mean, I know it's been over four years but damnit Nicole, when I see that, all I can think of is finding you in your room, all alone, naked and bleeding!!"

"CRYSTAL!!" I finally yell and she stops. She knew that when I called her by her full name, I meant business. As I looked at my friend, I recognized that sad, scared look on her face. It was the same look she gave me four years ago when she found me.

Four years ago:

"Nicole, open the fucking door!!" I hear a woman yell as she and another bang on my barracks door. I lay on my bed, tears streaming down my face.

"Cpl. Urton, are you in there?" I hear a man ask. "We need you to open the door to know that you're ok."

"She's in there. I've been calling her phone all day and she didn't show up for work this morning. Open the door." I hear another male voice tell him.