It's Not Cool | Jonas Brothers

Chapter 41

Thank you so much for the nice responses on my last chapter!!
I hope that this is what you guys wanted to see. I wrote this for the drama 😅

Nick's P.O.V.
"Nicky. We're going to the park. Come down honey, you're coming with us!" I sighed. I didn't want to go. I had other things to do. "Like what?" Kevin taunts from the doorway.

I was eight years old when that happened. Pippa was six years old. Kevin was right. I didn't have anything better to do, but I didn't feel like going to the park. I had been stressing out, because I had taken a head start on a project for school, but it wouldn't do what I wanted it to do. Even though I was eight years old.

"Come on, Nick. It'll be nice for us to go out. We'll play with Pippa. You know she won't be happy if you're not going." Joe enters my room. I sigh again, knowing he's right.

Pippa never wanted to go without any of us. Later on, we began to understand that she felt safer when the three of us went along. Pippa had always been scared. She never felt safe. Mom and dad got her help and medication for it, but it didn't keep her from running into one of our rooms in the middle of the night.

Joe grabs me by my arm and drags me downstairs and throws my jacket my way. Mom sighed and grabbed the jacket before helping me in it.

When we were walking to the park, Kevin and Joe had both taken one of Pippa's hands to keep her from running out onto the streets. She was six, she understood she couldn't, but it was what they told her and themselves. A lie.

The medication they had Pippa on were heavy. Especially for a six year old little girl. Her moods went haywire all the time. Sometimes she'd laugh at nothing and the next she would be yelling and screaming. It sounds like a regular deal with any kid. But not with her. It was really intense.

She started hallucinating at some point. She wouldn't do it purposely, but Pippa hurt herself a lot. Running into things, tripping while running away from another hallucination.

School was terrible for her back then. The other kids thought she was weird and the teachers treated her like any other kid and punished her for acting out whenever she was scared or had a hallucination in class. They didn't understand her.

I'll never forget one specific night. She had the worst hallucination ever. She was screaming and yelling. She was in pain, even while she wasn't physically hurt. She had crawled into a corner and we couldn't reach out to her.

Pippa had just turned six and mom was pregnant with Frankie, almost ready to go into labour. Pippa was crying hysterically and wouldn't let anyone come near her. Not even me. When my parents ushered me to try again, she pulled a knife. She might not have known what she was doing, but she hurt herself that night. In front of us, while still living the hallucination.

That was when mom and dad got scared for her health and consulted with the doctor.

She got Pippa on milder meds and it took about half a year for her to morph back into the little sister we knew, but she got more scared again. We promised to protect her and made sure she was in close distance with any of us if she wasn't doing that herself.

She was a little kid. If she wondered off without paying attention, she'd get so scared that she forgot how to function. We once found her passed out, but we still have no clue how she managed to stress herself out like that.

We thought she grew out of it and slowly got better and used to not having us around her every second to keep her safe.

But then she got assaulted. A guy on the street pulled her into an alleyway and pushed her up against the wall. He wanted something from her and whispered dirty things in her ear.

She had tried to push the guy off and screamed for help. Luckily for us a few guys walked past the alleyway and helped her out of that man's grip before he could do more.

She was twelve when that happened. Traumatizing for a girl her age. The guys were helpful and brought her home safe. We had no idea what had happened. She came home crying and locked herself in her room.

The guys explained to us what they saw and we thanked them and they left.

Mom and dad asked me to go try and talk to her.

I sat outside of her room all evening and talked to her through the door until she finally trusted me enough to open the door, let me in, and lock the door back up.

She lead me back to her bed and made me lie down. She lay next to me and let me hold her.

She didn't want to talk, but neither did I want to ask. She was upset and needed a rock to cling to. I needed to be that rock. The talk would come later when mom and dad ask her to sit down at the dinner table.

The assault was dealt with and soon forgotten. But she stayed frightened of situations associated with that event. Walking past an alleyway. Going home from a bar. Walking past drunk guys. That fear never left her. Neither could I blame her for holding onto that fear.

PTSD. But we never got her diagnosed. Or maybe she held onto it, because she is already scared and this just added up to it. I might never find out.

Mom and dad tried to trace where her fear came from, but they never got an answer. They've seen multiple specialists with her, but never got an answer that fit what she has.

We all got used to her behaviour and only when outsiders talked to us about it, we got reminded that it was weird behaviour. But as soon as we saw Pippa, we shook those thoughts away. She's Pippa. That's her. She's fast afraid, but she's not a guy like we are. She's sensitive. I know I'd be afraid like her if I were to be a girl.

I'm sorry this doesn't give you more about the situation with Nick...
Next one will be a direct continuation of last chapter in Joe's P.O.V. Maybe he can tell you more 😊