Abused By A Pop Star

Chapter 2: Help

Now he is nice when we're all alone? I do not get him at all. Is he sick? Is he on drugs or something? He scares me sometimes. I'm so confused by his behavior. What happened to my best friend in those few weeks before we started dating? What changed him? Who or what exactly has changed him?

Several weeks later, we've gotten into another huge fight. "N-Nathan, stop. Pl-please." I step away, but he takes a few steps closer, matching my pace. He has a knife in his hand as he keeps stepping closer.

"I'm not going to hurt you. You know that," He smiles a little as if he's trying to reassure me.

"No. I don't know that," I back up until my back hits the wall of the room, "Calm down. I'm right here. I'm not leaving you."

"Lucy, what's wrong with me? Why am I hurting you? Why am I like this?" He looks down at the knife in his hand when he looks back up at me.

"I-I don't know, baby. But listen, we're going to find out. I promise. I will be right there beside you every step of the way. Look into my eyes." I grab his cheeks and make him look at me. "I will never stop loving you, but you have to stop this. Okay?" His eyes water up; a tear streams down his cheek. I hate seeing him upset, but he realizes what he's done to me. He drops the knife all of a sudden, hugging me tightly.

"I'm sorry for everything I've done. I can never make that up to you. I'm sorry." He cries into my shoulder.

I know sorry will never be enough from him, but at least he's apologetic after what has happened. My best friend is finally coming back. I've missed him so much.

There is something I haven't told him at all, but he and I were intimate about sixteen weeks ago. And well...I'm pregnant. There's a little bump already. He just hasn't noticed it yet. I don't want him to see, and I don't want to tell him until after he gets help for whatever it is that is wrong with him.

The next day we drive to the hospital to see a specialist. After over four hours of testing and people talking to him, they finally find out, what they agreed upon, is wrong with him. It isn't drugs. We wait nervously for the doctor to walk back in. It seems like an eternity, but he finally walks into the room. He sits down across from us and looks directly at Nathan. "We've done all the tests, and we can think of. We finally found out why you may have been behaving like this for years."

I hold his hand tight as we both take a deep breath, "You have a mental sickness which is known as bipolar disorder. There is a medication you can take for it. But in order to protect the ones you care about, you would have to stay here for about four to six weeks to see if it works. I will let you talk for a bit." He stands up, walks out of the room, closing the door behind him.

"Th-this thing I have is a mental illness? Could I have gotten help for this? We could have come in a long time ago. You wouldn't be covered in scars because of me, Lucy."

"Tell me what you want to do. Do you want to get help?" I hold his hand in between both of mine.

"You know I do. I hate the fact that I've hurt you this much for this long. I'm so so sorry."

"I know, sweetheart. It's alright. I promise it'll be alright. B-baby, there is something important that I have to tell you..." I look down at stomach then slowly lift up my shirt to reveal to him the baby bump. "I'm pregnant." I reach for his hand and put it on my stomach. "Did I hurt the baby?"

"No. It's fine. You didn't harm it at all, Nath. I'm about sixteen weeks." I smile when I see that he's also smiling. But then his eyes water up, and a tear falls down his cheek. "I'm so sorry, baby." I wipe it, but then another one falls to my stomach.

"Nathan...it's going to be okay. The baby is alright. I promise."

"I know. It's just that I feel bad. I'm such a horrible father."

I shake my head and turn his face to look at me. "No, you're not. You're amazing, and you will be an amazing father. I know it."

It's been ten long, dreary weeks without him by my side. But the majority of my scars have healed completely. He's been in the mental ward of the hospital for over eight weeks. I've missed him more than anything. Plus I found out that we're having a boy. But he doesn't know yet. I want to surprise him for our anniversary tonight.

I'm at the hospital waiting for the doctors to discharge him finally. I don't know if he's changed a whole lot, but I sure hope he won't be hitting me anymore. I see him walk out and straight over to me. I embrace him as tight as I can. His stomach touches my belly. He looks down and puts his hands on it. The baby is kicking like crazy. "What is it?"

"You want to know now?" I look up at him, seeing him nod with a huge grin on his face. "It's a boy."

"I'm so so-"

"Don't apologize again. You were getting help and I understand completely. I have a few more ultrasound appointments left. You can see how big he's getting. I have one tomorrow morning. Would you like to come?"

"Of course. You know I want to," He kisses me like he hasn't kissed me in forever. I've missed his lips against mine. So much. His hands slowly wrap around my waist.

He's gentle with me now. I think he's afraid to touch me. "Let's go home," He mumbles against my lips. I nod then we quickly leave the hospital and head back to his home. We go upstairs to his room and sit down on the bed.

"You seem like you've gotten a lot better," I smile up at him.

"I have, and I'm going to show you that I have. I'm on medication. And It is helping a lot."

"That's good. I'm delighted. And I know he is too," I laugh a little, looking down at my belly. Nathan puts his hands over mine and laughs with me, "Does anyone else know he's a boy?"

"Just my mom and yours."

"I will be better by the time he's born."

"He's supposed to be due on your birthday."

The next morning we get up early almost an hour before the ultrasound appointment. I take a shower, get dressed then Nathan does the same after I'm done. We leave about twenty minutes before eight. We walk into the lobby, check-in then sit down and wait for us to be called back. I lean my head against his shoulder and close my eyes, yawning, "I'm so tired, Nath."

"I'll wake you up when we get called back. Sleep a little," He kisses my forehead and holds my hand. I drift off to sleep, but not for long, ten minutes later we get called back, so he nudges me and helps me stand up. He opens the door, letting me in before him then he follows me. The ultrasound technician walks in lifts my shirt up and puts the gel on my stomach. She then puts the ultrasound wand on my stomach, and we see an image appearing on the screen.

"There he is. There are his feet, and there's his head," She points, showing us where they're at.

Nathan's holding my hand, so I look over and see a couple of tears stream down his cheeks. "Th-that's my son," I nod and wipe his tear.

Soon we leave and go back to his house. I fall asleep almost immediately, and so does Nathan. He has his arm around me and kisses the back of my neck. I don't wake up till it's almost two in the afternoon. The baby starts kicking which wakes me up, so I sit up against the headboard of the bed and groan. "Baby, please stop kicking me so much. I'm tired."

Nathan stirs in his sleep which makes me smile. I miss seeing him sleep. I missed a lot of things about him. My best friend is back. I run my fingers through his hair and kiss his forehead. "I love you so so much."

I hope he does get better before the baby comes. I need him to be his usual self again. I have needed my best friend back more than ever.