"Why?" I groaned turning to Nick. "I just don't get it." I sighed and looked at all the boxes.
"Trust me I don't either." Nick said picking up one of the boxes, putting it in his truck.
"Everything was going great here. And I mean, everything." He said yawning lazily. "He always finds a way to ruin my life." He groaned.
"Aw but babe, he's your Dad. Don't say that." I said seriously.
"And I get that." He said pausing for a few seconds. "But I don't get why either." He shook his head.
"What?" I asked curiously following him back into his room. "How do you get something, but not get it?" I asked once again.
He looked at me. "Every time something good comes in my life, I have to leave it behind." He said sadly. "My mom, my old dog, my ex, and now you. It's like he hates I get something good in my life."
"Nick..." I said sighing but interrupted by his mom. "Nick? is all your stuff packed?" He asked.
I fake smiled up to him and then looked at Nick. He had his head down and his hands tugging in his hair.
"Nick We don't have all day you brat!" He barked and whacked his head, and then his face paled. "I mean, Nick sweetie come on." And then he walked out of the room.
"Nick?" I asked quietly. "He hits you?" Nick slowly brought up his head and nodded. "Aw babe why didn't you tell me?!" I asked holding nick for an embrace.
"No one ever felt sorry for me. He hates me, and I don't want to call him my dad anymore." He said and I stood up.
"Where are you going?" He asked curiously. I wiped my hands on my shorts and said, "To get your bags. Come on."
"Meredith, my bags are already put up?" He asked. I nodded. "Yes but I'm not allowing you to go away with a man who beats you." I said calmly. "Now, get up."
I grabbed Nicks hand and started to take him outside, but I accidentally ran into Brandon, his dad. "What are you two doing?" He asked sternly.
"Actually, I would like to know what you're doing, Brandon." I said glaring at her. "What do you mean?" He asked skeptically.
"Oh don't play dumb with me." I said snorting. "Hitting your child and taking the only people who he loves away from him." I hissed at him. (Meow just kidding😂)
"I have no clue what you're talking about, child. Let go of my son and leave." He hissed back, totally spitting all over me. Okay, ew, but not the point. I wiped my face calmly, trying not to beat him to a pulp.
I held Nicks hand tighter and pulled him closer. "Leave!" He yelled pulling up his hand, getting ready to slap me. "Don't you dare touch her." Nick growled.
I was squeezing Nick's hand so hard, in surprised it wasn't broken yet. "Go up to my room, don't come out until I say it's okay." He whispered to me. I shook my head. "I don't want to leave you alone..." I whispered back.
"Please go.." Nick said. I shakily let go of nicks hand and made sure my phone was in my purse, before slowly walking up the stairs.
I shut and locked the door, just as Nick instructed. I firmly pressed my ear up to the door.
"Why are you doing this?" Nick growled trying to keep his voice low. I pressed my ear up closer to the door, if that was even possible.
"I want her." Brandon said. I gasped, and then clasped my shaky hands over my mouth. "Touch her and your dead." Nick said.
I heard something being smashed onto the floor and Nick groaning. Brandon laughed sickly, and slapped him. I winced.
I grabbed my phone and shakily dialed 911. I gave the address and the emergency and hung up. I unlocked the door and opened it slowly.
I heard a bang on the front door and it being opened. I jumped slightly, but recovered when I saw the police grabbing Brandon.
"You won't get away with this.." Brandon hissed before he was dragged into a police car.
|ooooh plot twist! |
-Saraaa
I ran down the stairs towards Nick and held his face in my hands. There were several bruises already forming on his face and arms.
"I'm so sorry.." I cried while I held Nick safely in my arms.
