Demi
"Baby?" I called out, as I opened the front door, holding Mia's carrier. "Nicko where are you?"
His large frame came stalking towards me, and the first thing I noticed were his shaking hands, his knuckles were bloody. I slowly put down Mia's carrier and put my hands on his chest as he came so close my back pressed against the door.
"Nicko." I said slowly. "Tell me what happened."
His hands came up on either side of me, pressing them against the wood and keeping his muscles taught. "I got arrested today." He snarled. "Your boy Wilmer came back. I hurt him Demi. He's in the hospital. He's pressing fucking charges."
My eyes widened and I slid my hands up to his neck. "Nicko what did you do?"
"I couldn't stop hitting him." He growled. "He wouldn't shut up, and he wouldn't leave so I kept hitting him. I broke his nose, probably his jaw and cheekbone." His eyes opened and he stared at me with a baleful expression. "He said you two had been fucking the whole time and that your baby is his."
"Nicko-"
"Is it his?" Nicko hissed, then his voice rose to a roar. "ARE YOU HAVING HIS GOD DAMN BABY?!"
Mia began to cry in her carrier and I squatted down to pick her up, propping her up on my shoulder. "I'm going to put her down. We'll talk later."
"We're talking now Demi." His hand wrapped around my arm tightly and he yanked me back.
"We're not going to sit here and yell while your daughter is crying. I'm putting her in her crib, then I'm gonna give you a few minutes to calm down and then I'll come down here and talk to you."
"Is she even my daughter?" Nicko growled, and I flinched back, curling my lip up in disgust.
"I'm not going to even justify that with a response."
I walked upstairs and rocked Mia for a few minutes until she fell asleep, then put her in the crib and walked back downstairs. Nicko had his back against the door and his arms crossed, clearly just as angry as I left him.
"Okay now tell me what happened." I said, sitting on the couch with a sigh.
"It doesn't matter what happened you didn't answer my question!"
"I'm not going to answer your question Nicko. You know the answer to it."
He pushed off the wall and scoffed, walking towards the fridge and taking out a beer. He ripped the cap off and took a long pull from it.
"You're just avoiding it. Did you have sex with him?"
"Nicko-"
"DID YOU?"
"No!" I shrieked. "Absolutely not Nicko! Why the hell in a million years would I do that!"
"I don't fucking know! Maybe I'm not enough! Maybe old feelings die hard!"
"No." I covered my face as I fought to keep from screaming and let out a soft sob. "I don't want to keep doing this Nicko. I love you. Why can't you see that?"
"I can see that! But why would he keep saying that knowing I'm gonna kick his ass?! It's starting to seem like he's telling the truth!"
"This is what he wants! Baby you can't let him get into your head!"
"HE'S ALREADY THERE! HE'S IN EVERY ASPECT OF OUR RELATIONSHIP! EVERY DAY I THINK ABOUT YOU AND HIM, OR I WONDER IF YOU TWO DID THE SAME THING! EVERY DAMN DAY THAT SON OF A BITCH WORKS HIS WAY INTO OUR RELATIONSHIP!" Nicko roared the words at me and leaned against the wall, putting his head in his hands. "I can't handle it anymore Demi."
