CHAPTER 30- Stay
Nicko's POV
It's been two weeks since Demi told me we needed a break and I've seen her twice. Once when she forgot her toothbrush, and another when we had a doctor's appointment. We text and call but it's not the same. I don't know how long she expects me to stay away from her, as she's nearing nine months and I'm constantly worrying about her. I know I look like shit, and I know I haven't slept in days, but I can't stop thinking about her. I'm trying to go on with my daily life, but the music doesn't come to me anymore. I've been staring at the piano for an hour, and nothing is coming to me. A knock on the door sounded, and I stood, walking over to it and looking through the peephole. It was Demi, and by the looks of it she was crying.
"What's wro-" I opened the door but was cut off by her throwing herself into my arms and kissing me hard, her mouth moving against mine desperately. "Demi." I said, pulling away and taking her face in my big hands, "What happened."
She shook her head and grabbed my hand, silently leading me to the bedroom where she pushed me on the bed and straddled my waist. She kissed me, and her lips were salty from her tears.
"Talk to me baby."
Her lips were trembling as she spoke in a whisper, "You need to promise me something."
I nodded, "Anything."
"You can't beat him up."
My expression darkened, my voice cutting into a growl, "What happened."
She slowly rubbed my shoulders, "I went to yoga, and I was talking about how you weren't going to be coming anymore and then as I was walking to the car I dropped my purse and everything spilled out and then Michael, the instructor was there and helped me and thanked him and then he.."
My hands were shaking slightly as I tried to calm myself, "And he what."
Demi sighed, "He kissed me. It was for like a second before I shoved him off and slapped him."
I sat up and lifted her off of my lap, beginning to pace the room, "I told you!" My voice boomed around the room and she flinched but I was too angry to care. "I knew he would try something! I'm going to-" I let out a frustrated yell and turned abruptly, slamming my first into the wall and feeling a sharp pain as it went through the drywall. "FUCK." I yelled, and Demi leaped forward, examining my hand cautiously.
"We need to go to the hospital, you probably broke something."
I shook my head, "The only one that's going to be put in the hospital is him."
Demi grabbed my chin, forcing me to look at her, "You promised."
I glared at her, "That was before he kissed you."
She pressed herself closer to me, "I didn't come here to have my boyfriend beat him up, I came to tell you because I love you and you need to know. I didn't do anything but i'm still so guilty and I came right here. Please just stay with me tonight. Just stay here and hold me." She took my head in her hands and brought our faces together, "Stay. Please." I could feel my resistance crumbing, but the image of him kissing her replaying in my head was the last bar to break. "Just stay with me tonight." Demi coaxed in my ear, "Stay with me and make me forget him. I've missed you so much baby, It's hard to sleep without you. Just stay." With a groan I nodded and pressed my lips to Demi's lightly.
"Fine. But if-"
I was cut off by a ringing and we both looked towards the door.
"Who could that be?" Demi wondered aloud, as we both walked towards the door. I looked through the peephole and inhaled sharply.
"Demi take a step back." To my surprise she didn't question it and walked a few paces back. I ripped open the door and grabbed the yoga instructor by the collar, slamming him against the wall.
"You've got some nerve coming here." I snarled in his face. Demi yelped, but made no move to stop me as I held him there, squirming.
"Wanted to apologize." He gasped, feebly hitting my arms.
"Apology not accepted." I spat, and threw him onto the ground.
"Do you always make those decisions for her?" I froze, my back towards him as I walked towards the door. "Demi I didn't realize your boyfriend had so much control over you." I could hear my blood pounding in my head as I inhaled deeply through my nose, my fists clenching.
"Michael stop it." Demi warned him, and I could tell she knew how much he was getting to me.
"Why? He knows it's true. I've met guys like you Nicko. You crave the control, you want people to be afraid of you. But you know what? I'm not scared of you."
Slowly, I turned around, looking him dead in the eyes. "You should be."
I backed up into the house and gently shut the door. Demi took a step towards me and I walked to the couch, bowing my head into my hands. I felt the couch shift next to me and knew Demi had sat down, unsure of what to do next.
"I could've fucking killed him." I whispered in a monotone voice. "I was so close Demi."
"I know." She murmured, moving over and rubbing my back. "But you didn't, and i'm so proud of you." I sighed and leaned into her, nuzzling my head into the crook of her neck.
"I'm sorry."
She looked down at me, "For what?"
I sighed, "Because he's right, I am controlling."
Demi pulled my head up sharply, "Nicko don't you ever fucking say that." She growled, "A huge part of the reason we work together is because you do have that protective element. Sometimes I need to be told what to do and you are one of the only people who can successfully do that. In all of my previous relationships I wore the pants but with us it's switched. It's new and exciting and it's taken some getting used to but I wouldn't have it any other way. I don't feel controlled, I feel protected. There's a huge difference."
I bit my lip as she scolded me and couldn't help but feel my pants tighten a bit, she's so hot when she's angry.
"Okay okay I get it, I love you too."
She raised an eyebrow, "I didn't even say it yet."
I leaned up and kissed her gently, "You didn't have to."
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