CHAPTER 12
Demi's POV
I hate this. We haven't seen each other in three days. I've been calling and texting him but it's a miracle when he picks up, and if he does, it's a five minute conversation before he goes off on some excuse about how he needs to get in the shower or go to a meeting. I can't help my mind from overthinking it. Wondering if he's cheating on me, if he's getting bored of me. But everytime I feel like giving up, I remember the promise I made to the older man that night in the driveway, about how I wouldn't give up on Nicko. No matter how hard he pushes me away.
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It's been a week. I've finally had enough, I need to see him, or to touch him. I mentally, and yes- physically need him. Just to tell me everythings alright, to wrap me in his arms like he used to, without a care in the world. I made a decision. I'd drive over there in the morning, because he doesn't leave the house until one, to confront the situation because clearly leaving it alone and giving him time is NOT helping.
When I pulled up to the house his black Lamborghini was parked in the driveway, so I knew he was home. I hit the code on the gate, then pulled in as they swung open. I walked up to the door and was about to knock when it opened to reveal a sweaty, angry, Nicko. We stared at each other for a minute in silence. "Uhm Hi." I said, shifting uncomfortably from the awkwardness. "Hi." He said in a flat voice. "Can I... Come in?" I asked, arching an eyebrow. Nicko didn't say anything, but pulled the door open wider and let me walk into the living room. His usually messy house was immaculate, "Cleaning crew just come?" Nicko nodded, and followed me as I walked through his house to the bedroom. "Hmm.." I murmured when I saw that it was empty. "Demi spit it out, what do you want." His harsh tone made the tears threaten to spill but I gritted my teeth and turned around. "What's her name." Nicko's hard expression showed shock. "What?" I snorted, "Her NAME. Nicko." He shook his head, "Demi what are you talking about?" A single tear came out of my eye and I wiped it away quickly, "Areyoucheatingonme?" I mumbled. Nicko sighed, "What?" I looked him in the eye. "Are. You. Cheating. On. Me." Nicko's jaw dropped, then he quickly recovered. "No." We stared at each other, silence filled the air, but the tension was so thick, you could cut it with a knife.
"Why haven't you been over?" I asked, scared for his answer. "I've been busy." My eyes flashed. "With what?" Nicko looked away, "I have a career Dem-" "So What? I'm a hinder for your career? Well you know what? I don't want to play GAMES Nicko. I'm fucking IN LOVE with you." Nicko just stared at the floor. "Well? Why don't you just spare me the pain. Huh? Do it. Right now." Nicko looked at me, confused, "What the hell are you talking about?" I stalked up to him and shoved him, "Break up with me. if you don't love me, break up with me." Nicko opened his mouth, then closed it. "Demi." He took my hand but I wrenched it back, "Don't 'Demi' me. If you don't feel the same way about me, break up with me. Because I can't play games Nicko. I can't get hurt again, especially by you. Break up with me." Nicko stepped back, "You should go." My breath hitched, "So this is it?" He didn't answer. His muteness broke me and I couldn't hold back anymore. "Alright then. Goodbye Nicko." He didn't answer, he didn't move. I walked out of the house, into my car, and drove. I drove until my car ran out of gas, I pulled into an empty parking lot, but I didn't care, I didn't even bother, I just got out of the car and laid in the backseat, I stared vacantly at the roof for a few minutes, before it hit me, and I cried myself to sleep.
It's not over yet(;
