Let Me Teach Ya (Nemi)

Whiskey

Nick POV

I rolled over the next morning, with a smile on my face. I laid there, not wanting to open my eyes just yet. The events of last night were still fresh in my mind. Even though Demi was not pregnant, I was still overwhelmed with joy from my realization of wanting to have a family with Demi. She was the one. I knew it. I slowly extended my arm out, hoping to find Demi still in bed. When I didn't feel her beside me, I opened my eyes and looked around the room. I let out a stretch, and then sat up in my bed. I looked over at the clock and saw that it was still early. I got up out of bed, and figured I'd better go check on Demi to make sure she was holding up ok.

"Babe," I shouted as I walked out of our bedroom, scratching my head. I scanned the room, but didn't see her. "Babe, you here?" I asked again, this time a little louder. I went straight for the coffee pot and made myself a cup. "Demi, where are you? There is only one bagel left and I am going to eat it if you don't get your butt out here," I said laughing. This always got Demi out here. She definitely always had to have her bagels. I turned around, hoping to see Demi running, but I saw nothing. In fact, I heard nothing, as well. I leaned against the counter, and looked out ahead of me, until my eyes locked in on the key that was sitting on top of a note. My heart sank. I walked over, picked up the key, and opened the note.

Nick,

I want to start off by saying I am so sorry. I am so sorry that I wasn't able to give you everything you have wanted. Yesterday, hearing you talk about all the things you want in life, and then hearing that I wasn't pregnant, just made me realize that I probably am never going to get pregnant, just like the doctors have repeatedly told me over and over.

Nick, I want you to have all those things you talked about yesterday. I want you to experience being a dad. I want you to experience having a family. You deserve to have all of those things. Which is why I am choosing to walk away, Nick. I am not leaving because I simply do not love you, but because I cannot give you the things you desire and it absolutely kills me.

I want you to know that you're the most amazing person I have ever met. You are everything, in a man, that I am looking for, and it kills me to have to walk away. Before you, I didn't think it was possible to have such strong feelings for someone. I didn't think I was able to connect with anyone like I have with you. I thought I was broken, and then you came along, out of nowhere. You took my breath away, and you made my heart start beating. Nick you woke my soul, and you made me feel things I never knew I could feel. You are my best friend and my absolutely favorite person in the world, which makes this so hard. I beg you, please do not contact me because it's something I can't handle right now. I need space and time to heal.

I love you,

Demi

I stood there reading Demi's letter over and over again. I was hurt, angry, sad, and devastated. Was she really gone? How could she just leave like that? I threw the letter down on the counter and ran back to my bedroom. I grabbed my phone, on the nightstand, and dialed Demi's number, but it went straight to voicemail. "Demi, please don't do this. Call me. Please. I know you said not to contact you, but please Demi, please don't do this. I love you," I said, practically in tears on her answering machine.

I threw my phone down on the bed, beside me, and my hands fell into my arm. I then started to think of where Demi would go and only one person came to mind. I grabbed my keys and drove as fast as I could to Marissa's house.

As I pulled up, I saw Demi's car in the parking lot. I ran up to the door as fast as I could knocked a few times. I watched as the door opened and saw Marissa standing there. "Where is she?" I asked abruptly, out of breath.

"Nick-"

"Where is she? Demi-" I shouted over Marissa's shoulder, "Demi, I know you're in there. Please come talk to me, please, baby," I said as my heart broke a little. Marissa came and nudged me out of the way, and closed the door behind us.

"Nick, listen to me. I don't know what exactly happened, but-"

"Marissa, listen, you have to tell her to come talk to me. Please, I can't lose her. She is everything to me. I love her. I need her," I stood here, completely scared of the thought of never seeing or being with Demi again.

"Nick, what happened?" She asked calmly, still trying to figure out what's going on.

"She didn't tell you? I asked a little surprised.

"No, she came in and said she needed to stay here for a few days. She was crying hysterically and said she wants to be left alone. Nick she doesn't want to talk right now," Marissa said.

"She doesn't have to talk, she can just listen. Please don't let her do this. Marissa, if I can't talk to her than you have got to talk to her. I mean it, I love that girl with my whole heart. She is everything to me. I can't lose her. Without her, nothing makes sense," I tried explaining to Marrisa, hoping she would pass that information along to Demi.

"Nick, I'm not sure what happened, but I will let her know, ok?" She asked as she leaned forward and gave me a hug. I squeeze her tight to show her how much pain I really was in. I was scared, scared of the thought of Demi being out of my life forever. As much as I imagined myself being a father and having children, I wouldn't want any of that if it meant I couldn't be with Demi. I let out a deep sigh and watched as Marissa walked back into the house and shut the door.

I stood out there for a few minutes, and then headed back to my car. I got inside, and went straight to the bar. I didn't care that it was early in the morning. The thought of going home right now, was unbearable. I felt broken, hurt, and lost.

"What will it be," the young, blonde came up and asked.

"Whiskey," I said. I watched as she poured me a drink and set the glass in front of me. I threw it back as soon as I got it. "Another," I said expressionless.

"One of those days, huh?" She asked as she leaned forward and gave me a coy smile. I didn't say a word. I just threw my drink back, and asked for another. Eventually, the bartender left the bottle for me, and once the bottle was gone, I realized so was the time. I looked down at my watch and saw that it was about eleven o'clock. My head was spinning and all I could think about was Demi. I knew I had to see her. I reached in my pocket, and called for a cab.

As soon as I got into the car, I gave the driver Marissa's address and went back. It was dark outside, and none of the lights were on, so I figured everyone was asleep. I wobbled up the steps to the front door, and banged on it as loud as I could. "Demi..." I drunkenly shouted as I banged a little harder on the door. "Demi.. open up...." I said even louder. Demi.... I know you're in there..." I shouted again, but still no answer. I pressed my head against the door, I could feel the alcohol taking over my body. Just as I was about to collapse, the door opened. "Demi?" I slurred out as I stumbled into her arms. "Demi, I love you. I love you so much,"

"Let's get you somewhere to lay down and have some water," I heard Demi say as she helped hold me up and walk to her room. She set me down on the bed, helped me lay down, and then told me she would be right back with some water and advil.

While she was in the other room, I planned on everything I was going to say, everything I needed to say to her. I had to convince her to come back home and this was my chance. I felt my eyes becoming heavier, but I tried to fight it. Just as I heard the footsteps coming back to the room, I heard Demi quietly say, "Nick I-" but before I could hear the rest of it, I dozed off and passed out.