CHAPTER 18- That's impossible.
Demi's POV
I woke up and sighed, knowing that I would now have to deal with a very hungover Nicko. As quietly as I could, I walked out of the bedroom and into the living room. Beer and vodka bottles lay all around Nicko who was sleeping on the couch. I passed by, reaching for the bottle next to him, but something made me freeze. A hickey, on his neck, that I never gave him. I looked closer, pink lipstick was smeared on the collar of his shirt. I stood there for a second, feeling no emotion.. just hollow. Then, I robotically cleaned the rest of the room and sat at the kitchen table. A sob ripped through me and I pulled my knees to my chest, slowly letting it sink in. Nicko, my Nicko, had gotten drunk, threatened me, and cheated on me all in the same night. I heard movement in the living room and tried to hide my tears as Nick walked in, "Babe do we have any advil?" He asked, no looking at me. "Top right cabinet." Something in my voice made Nicko stop, and turn to me, his headache forgotten. "Why're you crying?" I shook my head and flinched back as he walked forward, "Don't come near me." His expression was hurt, "Demi what's wrong with you?" Now, anger was on my side, "Obviously you were too drunk to remember." He cocked an eyebrow, "I wasn't that drunk." With that, I got up and walked to the bedroom, before I went in, I turned around. "Tell that to the hickey on your neck." I spat, then walked into the room. "Fuck." I heard Nicko mutter, "Demi wait!" I went straight to the closet and pulled out a suitcase, then began to throw random clothes in it. "Demi please." He begged, touching my hand which I ripped away. "Don't do this. Please baby, I'm so sorry. Don't leave me. Please." I turned, ready to yell at him but my jaw dropped when I saw he was crying. Nicko doesn't cry. Ever. "Fuck Nik, what do you want me to do? You cheated on me, got drunk off of your ass and threatened me all in one night." He dropped to his knees, "Please, just don't go. I'll quit the movie, I'll sleep on the couch, anything. Just don't go." Leaning down, I kissed him softly on the lips. Using all of my willpower, I pushed him away from me, abandoning the bag and running for the door before I changed my mind.
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"It's been a week Demi, I think you should call him." My mom said, as she cleaned up my room. I hadn't left my bed in three days. All did was stare out of the window and replay him shoving me against the wall and the image of Mia sucking on his neck to give him that Hickey. A wave of nausea came over me and I leaned to puke into the trash can beside my bed. My mom sighed, "That's the eighth time this week." I nodded, and leaned my forehead against the cool glass of the window. "Demi?" I opened one eye, "What." My mom looked nervous, "Do you think... you could be pregnant?" I froze, my insides turning to ice, "That's impossible."
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"It's possible. You're pregnant." I stared blankly at the doctor, "Excuse me?" He sighed, "I know this is a shock, but you're pregnant Demi, congrats." I put my head in my hands, "How could this happen?" The doctor chuckled, "Is that a rhetorical question?" I glared at him, "Now is not the time." He put his hands up in defense, "So we do have termination policies." My head snapped up, "Termination, you mean like... abortion?" He nodded and I protectively put my hands over my stomach, "No. I mean... I need to think about this." The doctor nodded, and I walked out of the office in a daze.
The first person I should've gone to was my mom, or my sister, or Marissa. But no, instead I found myself parked in Nicko Baker's driveway. After mentally preparing myself for a few minutes, I got out and knocked on the door. "One minute!" His voice called, my knees nearly melted at the sound of it. A few minutes later, the door opened and I looked up. Nicko's face was blank, "Hi." I nodded, "Hi." He rocked back on his heels, "I suppose you're here to pick up your things?" I shook my head, "I have to talk to you." His brow furrowed and he stepped aside to let me in, "Are you okay?" I sat down on the couch and put my head in my hands, "Honestly? No." Nicko sat beside me, but still left space between us. "What happened?" I shook my head, "First I want to talk about us." He nodded, "Well, I would say I'm sorry, but you definitely already know that, and you've probably heard that before. Demi I have no idea what happened that night. I was drunk, and alcohol does something to me, that's why I stopped drinking. Now I know that doesn't justify anything, but I really wasn't in the best state of mind... I'm sorry." I half smiled at his contradiction of himself, "Have you stopped?" He nodded, "I pushed back the movie until I could get my head cleared, and stopped talking to Mia. She's out of my life." I nodded, "That's good." Nicko smiled tentatively, "I miss you." I sighed and looked out of the window, "I miss you too Nik, but right now.." He nodded, "I get it, you don't trust me." I rubbed my face, "It's not that. I trust you more than anyone in the world, but you hurt me Nicko. I don't think that I can forget about that so soon." He sifted closer to me and pulled me into a hug. This simple gesture, with the protection and safety I felt while in his arms, made me break. I started sobbing into his chest and clutched him tighter. "Shhh demi, it's okay. You're okay." I shook my head and looked up at him, "No it's not Nicko. I'm pregnant."
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