Say Something I'm Giving Up On You

15: Flashbacks

Nick sat in silence in his apartment. He rested his chin in his paws and huffed. What to do now? Everything was ruined. Totally ruined. And it was all his fault. He had hurt her. Why? WHY?! He clenched his paws tightly as he blamed himself. He was supposed to be a good friend...her partner! But not anymore. He felt like he had hurt himself worse when he struck Judy in the jaw. He was a horrible friend.

Nick leaned back on his comfortable sofa. The comfort of it did make him feel better. In fact, it made him want to sleep. Maybe if he slept, he'd forget all that happened. Maybe he'd even forget her. After all, it would have been better if they had never met. That little bunny with big dreams...maybe he should have tried harder to crush them. After all, he wouldn't be in this mess if he just did it. But Nick knew that it was wrong, and something deep inside of him told him that he made the right choice by helping Judy out and becoming her friend.

"Nick?" He heard a knock at his door along with Alay's voice.

"Yeah? Come in," Nick grumbled. Alay twisted the door knob and pranced into Nick's apartment. She saw him sprawled out on the couch.

"Nick Wilde, what are you doing?" she asked.

"What does it look like I'm doing?" Nick growled. "Can I not relax on my couch?"

"I don't like your attitude," Alay snorted. She set herself down beside Nick on his sofa. "Now, what's wrong?"

Nick sighed. "Remember that night? How Judy came along while you and I were walking into the ZPD and I told you to wait for me inside?"

Alay nodded.

"Well, that wasn't a fun night," Nick mumbled. "Let's just say that Judy and I...broke up."

"Oh, Nick. I'm sorry," Alay said, forcing out sympathy in her voice. Truth be told, she was very happy that Nick and her weren't friends anymore. But Nick could sense that, and part of him told him that Judy was right about all of those things she said. But Nick shrugged it off and sat up.

"Listen, you should just go home," Nick said.

"Nick..."

"Go on! Go home, Alay!" Nick growled. He was done. Done with life. Done with Alay. Done with himself.

Alay stood up. "Nick, I will not tolerate this attitude any longer! Now you will suck up whatever sorrows or concerns you have and treat me with respect!"

"You cannot tell me what to do," Nick snarled. "Get out of here, Alay."

"Nick Wilde-"

"I SAID GET OUT!"

By now, Nick was standing up in front of Alay. His brow was deeply furrowed and he was breathing heavily, showing his teeth and getting ready to growl.

Alay looked at Nick. She was scared, but she didn't show it on the outside. She had to prove to Nick that she was strong. She wouldn't cry. No, not today. This would not be the first time that Nick saw her cry...The time wasn't close enough yet. Not today.

Alay whirled around on her foot and stormed out of Nick's apartment. Nick heard her slam the door shut as loud and hard as she could possibly slam. That made Nick cringe when he heard the loud BAM! and he suddenly felt bad. He had just lost Judy, and possible Alay. But Nick realized that a lot of couples had fights. Alay would come back to him. She had to...right?

Nick sat down on his sofa and buried his head in his paws. He wanted to cry, but he was a man. He was too strong to cry. Or at least he had to be.

This was all Judy's fault. She said that Alay would hurt him, but it turned out that he had hurt her. Nick had just hurt two of the closest people—more like, animals—to him. He was a monster. And he could never forgive himself. Ever.