Dear Future Husband - A Kick Fanfiction

She's Sick

2 Days later

I woke up to Nick's arms around my waist. The house was very quiet.

I tried to get out of bed, but then Nick pulled me to his chest. 'And why are we in such a rush this morning?'

'I want to make breakfast.' I replied. His hold didn't loosen.

'But it's sunday. Relax. We can go out for breakfast if you want.' He mumbled.

'Niick.' I complained and he chuckled.

'Okay, okay. Fine.' He got out of bed, and in one swift movement, he picked me up, bridal style.

'What on earth are you doing-?'

'What does it look like?' He grinned and carried me downstairs to the kitchen.

He then set me down on my feet.

'There was really no need for that.' I rolled my eyes.

'It's romantic.' He laughed. 'Hold on.' His phone had started ringing. He pressed answer and walked upstairs. I decided to stay down here, to give him some privacy. I started making coffee.

Nick's POV

It was Ashton. I pressed answer as I walked upstairs. 'Ashton? What's wrong? Is it your mum? Is she okay-?'

'Nick, relax. My mum's fine. Can't I call you sometimes?' He interrupted.

I paused. 'You haven't called me in ages out of the blue like this. So... there isn't an emergency?'

'I never said that. But I feel there's something you need to know.' His tone sounded urgent.

I frowned. 'What?'

'It's about Rebecca. She's-'

'I don't want to talk about Rebecca.' My temper flared up. 'She's done enough damage.'

'What are you talking about?' He asked.

Katherine's POV

As I was pouring boiling water into the mugs, I heard the post come through the door. I didn't bother shouting Nick, because he could be having an important phone call, being CEO and all that.

So instead I went to get it. There were three envelopes:

Mr N Clarke

Mrs K Clarke

Mr N Clarke

I walked into the kitchen, dropping Nick's letters on the table, and I opened mine. I was a single sheet of paper, containing a single sentence. As I read it, my blood ran cold:

FuCKiNg BiTCh sKanK WhOrE

I stared at the words in disbelief. Who would send me a nasty message like that? There was no signature, no return address.

Nick's POV

'Wait... so Rebecca knew about your marriage?' Ashton asked.

'Yes, she tried to ruin the wedding.' I said impatiently. 'Look, what do you want to tell me, because I'd rather spend the morning with my wife. If she's texting you or anything, I don't-'

'I saw her a couple days ago.' Ashton told me.

I frowned. 'What do you mean? In Australia?'

'Yeah. I tell you, it was weird.'

'What are you talking about?' I asked, getting impatient again.

'I think she's ill, Nick. I saw her coming out of a clinic in the morning, and then later on I ran into her. She had this sort of weird, crazed look in her eyes, and she was scratching her arms so they were bleeding. I tell you, she wasn't all there.'

'What?' I frowned.

'Yeah. She told me that her mum sent her to the clinic, something about her mind. She insisted there was nothing wrong with her though.' He continued. 'And she said she didn't know anything about your marriage to Katherine. Nick, she didn't look right at all. I think she's sick. Mentally.'

'Are you sure about this?' I asked.

'I'm positive. It was scary mate. I think she's got some sort of mental disorder.' He said. 'Look, I've got to go, but I'll let you know if I see her again.'

'Right. Bye.' I said distractedly and hung up.

I ran downstairs to where Katherine was.

She was stood at the table, her back to me.

I wrapped my arms around her waist and she squealed.

'Sorry, did I make you jump?' I kissed her neck.

'Yes, don't do that again Nick, you scared me half to death!' She scolded.

'Sorry.' I laughed. 'Are you okay?' There was a look in her eyes, that kind of got me worried.

'Yeah, I'm fine.' She put her arms around me. 'What about you? Who was on the phone?'

I decided to tell her the truth. 'It was Ashton. He ran into Rebecca a couple days ago.'

'Oh?' She looked surprised. 'What was she doing in Australia?'

'Visiting a mental health clinic I think.' I said.

She gave me a questioning look.

'Ashton thinks she's sick. He said when he ran into her, she had some weird look in her eyes, and she was making her arms bleed by scratching them. Apparently her mum sent her to a mental health clinic there.' I explained. 'She told him that she didn't know anything about our marriage.'

'You're worried about her.' Katherine said after a while. 'I can see it in your face.'

'No, Kath, I'm not-'

'Nick, it's okay. It's okay to be worried about her. I understand. She's your ex wife, of course you're gonna be worried.' She kissed me softly. 'Seriously. If you want to talk to her, go ahead.'

'I'm not talking to her.' I sighed. 'She upset you with that picture. I'm not talking to her after that. Whatever she's got going on, she can deal with it on her own. I don't care how harsh that sounds.'